Guns n Roses

I hate Walmart, to put it mildly. Shopping there at Christmas time had the potential to kill me, or me pulling out a gun and killing others. Since the Target here sucks, I was forced to do some last-minute shopping there tonight. There were plenty of OBESE people that seem to always be there, and I don't mean the good ol' American fat people. I mean waddling down the aisles so slowly that I can feel myself aging as I try to get around them.

To compound matters, the Super Walmart always has a bunch of baked goods and donuts RIGHT as you walk in. Does this attract the morbidly obese people? Or is Walmart partially to blame for America's weight problem? All I know is I came home one pumkin pie richer and $7 poorer.

Luckily I found most of what I needed rather quickly and was on my way. As I was leaving the cashier, the guy behind me started to explain to the woman checker that he needed to buy some roses but was about 25 cents short in cash. He said he did have 70 cents left on his debit card and wanted to cover the remainder with it. He then lamented the fact that his anniversary fell just two days before Christmas. Obviously the guy had less than no money, but went out of his way to come home with something for his wife. All of a sudden, those 10-dollar Walmart roses looked to me to be the most beautiful flowers I'd ever seen.

Tis the season to be crazy!

So, last night in my zombie-like state, I accidentally grabbed the milk jug instead of the bottled water jug sitting next to it and proceeded to pour it over my plant. Um, riiiight. Today Nancy lit up in the break room without even thinking. As soon as she did, she realized what she was doing and let out a few choice words while trying to put it out without an ash tray or anything around. It was quite comical!

Whiffenpoofs and gingerbread men

The other day I got a flyer in the mail for the latest Whiffenpoofs CD. What the hell is a Whiffenpoof? Well, it turns out that it's a group of "14 senior Yale men that are selected to be in the Whiffenpoofs, the world's oldest and best-known collegiate a cappella group." Um, right. I would NEVER be called a Whiffenpoof, which afer much googling, I still can't get a definition of what the word means! How I got on their mailing list I'll never know!

Speaking of google, it's sooo freakin cool! Did you know that 1 troy ounce = 31.1034768 grams? I actually had a use for that today at work. Google to the rescue! The internet IS useful for something other than porn!

Eddy left me for home today. I'm gonna miss him, but we've had some fun times together over the last few days. Last night we had some quite serious conversations ranging from religion to politics to science over a great dinner he brought over. He hasn't done ANY Christmas shopping yet (there is SOME straight left in him) so he gave me an "interim gift" consisting of a list of things entitled "Things I love about Craig." Oh man. It rocked my world!

A few days ago, we made gingerbread men, some of which were rated R! How 12 years old are we? Here is a hot pic of Eddy G from the event:

Hope springs eternal

I know that my entries sometime encompass the sentimental, but be warned this one combines sentiment with politics!

I have to admit that I was rather moved this morning as I read reports on the voting in Iraq yesterday. Pictures of women who had never been able to vote before, 60% turnout (so much higher than here), extended polling hours due to the turnout, polling places running out of ballots, participation by the Suni (who had shunned the last election) all gave me hope for the country and more significantly, the region. Let's be honest, there hasn't been that much hope to go around in that part of the world. This is why I supported a war in Iraq. No matter what you think of the war though, one cannot deny the amazing events of yesterday's Iraqi vote.

Sticks and stones...

Last night in a feverish stupor, I was trying to watch the Discovery channel. During the course of the show I was mortified to hear "disorientate" eminate from my TV!! DISORIENTATE!!! The bastian of TV learning had actually used a made-up word. One that sounds VERY ignorant. At first, I thought I shouldn't be so hard on the channel for one little mistake. But then I got to thinking about how many people were involved in that show: the writer, the narator, the producer, probably a managing editor. Surely someone in all that would realize the error. In my completely disorientated state, I was forced to turn off the TV and go to bed!

As the world turns

"Oh Craiglet! You make the world go round!" <---Words spoken to me by my boss, Mills Menser, as he hugged me after I made the most substantial sale to date in this abysmal Christmas season at Buchroeder's.

"I love my Craig!" <---Words texted to me by the best bf in the world that got me through the day!

Dance all night with your ass on fire and your hands up high

There's not much better than dancing naked to Matchbox20 songs on one's day off. Eating at Chipotle comes close. Eating at Chipotle with Ed is slightly better. *EDIT* with Ed is definitely better.

Speaking of dancing, tomorrow will mark a return to Shattered for Shatterday night and the end of a hiatus I took from the club after frequenting the joint for about 6 weekends in a row. I can't wait to live out the title of this post!!

La Vita e Bella

Life is crazy. Life sucks. Life has a way of getting you down. Like helping only crazy people at working trying to "get rid of" a nazi ring complete with symbol and "My life for Fuhrer." Like having to see CBNG at work AGAIN and having Callie ask me to help him (which I refused). Like not being able to see my family but for about 24 hours for xmas, etc. LIke freakin' cold weather!

But then you realize how lucky you are. LIke having the greatest guy in the world to support me and care for me. Just seeing him makes the world better. Like being lucky enough to have a job that allows me to afford Christmas gifts. Like being able to go to the gym and take out my problems on the basketball court. Like looking for the good in life and in people...

Rob Thomas is GOD!

It's been a great weekend. It started Friday evening at work where I conned by boss into giving me free booze in exchange for singing Christmas carols outside the store. After he went home sick, I had a FEW drinks. So, I spent the last 2 1/2 hours of work pleasantly tipsy. After a string trio recital, Ed and I went to a party where I was very drunk and made a bunch of new friends while spending some fun time with old ones. The only problem was I hadn't eaten anything that night and drank way too much. The result was worshipping the porcelain thrown at 6:30am the next morning. As I had planned on leaving work early anyway, I called in sick and stayed in bed all morning. A REAL Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then a wonderful trip to KC ensued.

I got to spend some quality time with my Eddy in the car and then at a coffee shop before the Rob Thomas concert. I have to say that spending some real time with him just talking is the highlight of the weekend. A close second was seeing RT with him! Oh man! MB20 has long been my favorite band, and RT did not disappoint. Extended solo breaks, new arrangements of old favorites... good times!!

We then met up with my friend Jeff and his new bf Steven (who was way funny and cool)! After a late night rendevous at Denny's, we crashed on Jeff's futon. Unfortunately, something made Ed sick and his day started VERY early and in a rather unpleasant manner. So today, I've taken care of him, watched my FOX sunday TV, ate too much popcorn, and am now watching nature shows until I fall asleep!

I love you Ed! I love you Rob Thomas! I love you weekend!! I hate you work!