Monday, December 13, 2010

While I wait for the water for my angel hair pasta to boil, some things I've been thinking about lately:

There are two types of people, those who LOVE "Grandma Got Runned Over By a Reindeer," and those who HATE it. I love it.

How many members of "flash mobs" tip off their family and friends that they are going to be participating in said "mob" and the location of the event? Do they make participants swear to keep it secret? Judging from the number of observers who "just happen" to be there....someone's talking.

I rarely buy stuff for Christmas at an actual store. I have been buying online since online sales accounted for less than 10% of total sales. Am I ahead of the rest of the world in things or am I just lazy?

The Patriots are on some kind of mission and the rest of the football world should be afraid, very, very afraid.

Ginger has saved me from puking so many times I've lost count.

I love whoever invented fingertip bandaids. Sure beats using two regular bandaids to do the job.

Listening to Howard Stern means more to me than I thought it did....when he was on the verge of not getting a new contract I was becoming more and more anxious. I'm going to have to figure out how to cope when this contract is up in five years.

I do not feel guilty about "wasting my time" watching all the Real Housewives....

Can't believe that I'm actually wearing black framed glasses. Last time I had black framed glasses, the Army issued them to me.

Speed kills. We all knew that the kids who were killed in that accident on Rte 201 died because their friend was speeding and they couldn't tell him to slow down. Sure am glad I miraculously had that ability when I was a teen. I used to scream "slow down" and threaten to exit the car if they didn't.

Sometimes Kelly does a good job cutting our hair, sometimes she's distracted and we are left with problems....

Cityville may be replacing Mafia Wars as my game of choice.

There is little in the world better than the feeling you get when you hear that little dog heave the sigh as he settles down to sleep.

I have no idea how I'm going to get "Grandma Got Runned Over by a Reindeer" out of my head before I go to bed tonight.