Inane Ramblings of an Over Caffinated Mind
Monday, November 28, 2005
Happy Holidays!
Thanksgiving at the Inane household was the same ol’. I was planning on taking vacation for the entire week, but had to bust my ass Saturday through Tuesday to finish up some Sarbanes-Oxley related crap before I could take time off. Why is it when sleaze-bag, multi-millionaire assholes decide to rip off the masses for millions of dollars, I end up being the poor slob paying the piper? I can go on and on and on about the uselessness of the entire Sarbanes-Oxley legislation, but I like you people so I shall spare you the pain.
Invited my only sibling over – the rest of the family is overseas. The boyfriend exerted utmost effort in the preparation of the Annual Thanksgiving Feast via a trip to the local Boston Market to pick up turkey, mashed potatoes, corn and a $1.50 pumpkin pie. Normally, I would be quite skeptical of anything costing $1.50 and claiming to be “edible”, but it was actually pretty good.
The rest of the evening was spent playing poker. Although I am absolutely meticulous when it comes to my professional life, in all other aspects of my life, I am quite absentminded. After spending an evening with my brother playing poker, I’m beginning to realize the trait runs in the family. Luckily we were not playing for money.
I think the best part about Thanksgiving is decorating for Christmas. Prior to meeting the boyfriend, I was never into holiday decorations. Now, I love it and truly look forward to it. We bought our first wreath together – I don’t know why I think that’s so special, but it was nice to be in the store negotiating qualities of a wreath we could both live with. Whereas my wreath would be completely gaudy and just screaming Christmas at the top of its lungs, the boyfriend’s taste is more understated.
We have the most exquisite handmade Christmas ornaments all over the house and the tree, courtesy of the boyfriend’s grandmother. She makes them all year round.Now if it would only snow in Texas, then it would truly feel like Christmas.
