Ree’s musings

I hope it's okay for me to sob myself to sleep tonight. Even if it isn't, I probably will.

(*random curses*)

Just found something squirelly (and requiring Flash, fyi) via CubeGirl. Prepare to snicker!

Ahh, can't believe I forgot to do this earlier. Pleasant Solstice, everyone! Longest night of the year. Boy howdy, can I think of ways to spend such a night...

...online, of course! Why, what were YOU thinking?

My daddy is doing fine, woohoo! He had surgery at 10 A.M. EST yesterday and is recovering nicely. Fluid had been building up on (in?) his lungs and heart because it couldn't escape via the, uh, normal route. (For the curious, I'm both wary of discussing my father's urinary function and I don't know the specifics firsthand, so please forgive anything I don't make clear. It's because I'm confused about it myself.) His heart is now humming along nicely. His doctors even told him he has a very healthy heart; the kidney stone just temporarily disrupted it. Now he's getting better and should even be home for Christmas. Whee!

Sometimes a person just needs abject silliness in their life. If that's you, then you need to explore Funny Bunnies! (Er, not exactly. Really that's a comic within Girly. The inner-comic is worksafe and kidsafe, but the rest of the archives have, er, squick. Yeah.)

A very merry Christmas to all my beloved readers (and a Happy Boxing Day to my antipodean readers, since I didn't get this out until your Christmas had ended. Sorry)!

More nations are blocking the import of American beef for fear of mad cow disease. Goddammit. I'm just glad my dad got out of cattle ranching before this happened, but his livelyhood still depends on hauling livestock through his trucking business. He mostly hauls beef cattle. This is not good for him, especially while he's still recovering from surgery. Damn.

Why do so many bloggers (at least among those I read) feel the urge to catalog everything they got for Christmas? I don't care. If I cared, I would ask. I did not ask. Shut up.

Sure, I liked the gifts I got. They're proof that a well-prepared advance wishlist will net you goodies. That's not what I care about though. My daddy is mostly healthy again and I got my mouth to spit out "I love you" to him. My brothers both were really fond of the movies I got them off their wishlists, and my mother insisted on reading aloud from the Dick and Jane collection I gave her. Daddy gave me a big grin when I told him how the lemon drops I was giving him always reminded me of how he would keep a jar of the candy in his office, and give me one if I was quiet while he was on the phone and such.

Who cares what I got? I got to see my family. More than that, I got to see them all smile. That's Christmas, no matter what the date on the calendar is. I just wish people would remember that instead of gloating over material possessions. I'd rather hug my daddy than any gift I opened.

Remember people, if you're plotzed, don't drive -- update your blogs instead! It'll be fun to look back through your hangover and see how many resolutions you broke in the first fifteen minutes of 2004. Really!

I'll be in Dullsville, sipping caffiene-free Mt. Dew like the cranky bastard I am. Damn medication that can't be mixed with any alcohol. Damn it to 2003.