I'll be Joe for Christmas

Isn't it absolutely crazy that Christmas is less then 2 months away?! I know! It does not feel like Christmas should be in my mind somewhere. It doesn't feel like November. What happened to the days when November meant winter coats? Hell even Halloween costumes had to have the potential for warm clothes. That doesn't happen any more! Gloab warming I guess...or La Nina. One of those things. It is an inconvient truth that's for sure Mr Gore.

I've already started a Christmas list. It has two things on it so far. Yay. Last year was the first year in many that I actually sat down and made a good list. Usually it's just "oh yeah I want that. Yeah I guess that'd be alright" I want a Brewers batting practice hat but I don't know how big my head is. They're fitted you see. I also want "All The President's Men" I am completly taken at the moment by the Watergate reporting. I just...mm. Loves it. Nothing is better then a movie like that to me. And if this was Conan at this time a big stamp would stamp me "Dork" instead of "Ass"

It cannot be good that I can push on one of my ribs and it pops back into place. What the hell is that all about?

So I got screwed by work. I requested next weekend off, go home see the changes, it's my pops' birthday, do a little laundry and eat some good food. And I didn't get it. That blows. I haven't been home since...mm like the third weekend of September and now I won't be home until flipping Thanksgiving and let me tell ya, if the fuck that up there will be hell to pay. I wrote that down twice now and well, phhh, if I don't get it there is no way I am staying in Whitewater all by my lonesome self. I'll raise hell.

I don't know why, but last night some guy called his wife a wiener and it made me laugh. On the inside, of course. Didn't want to look like a freak. I have no idea why it made me giggle but it did. Perhaps it was the delivery or perhaps it is because no one uses wiener anymore but hehe. It's making me laugh right now. Oh boy. Oh, this...this is just sad.

Ok. I'm done with the laughing at the juvenile word..for now. Lets face it, my head will never get out of the gutter.

And what is up with the Backstreet Boys?! First off, they're still around. Secondly Kevin is no longer in the group. I sure can pick them. Lance is gay and Kevin is no more. My record for boy bands of 0-2. I was never into 98 degrees.

Right-o. Off to make some lunch. Have a nice day.

(PS...the title? How Lowell on Wings thought I'll be home for Christmas went...)