Chicken Parm Thursday

My sincerest apologies for the completely unnecessarily large gap between the this and the previous blog post.

I find it apparent to inform all of you that Christmas is indeed in the air. If it weren't for the array of Christmas trees everywhere, the lights on the houses or the Christmas music on the radio I don't know if we'd be able to tell. The lack of snow is a waste of Christmas spirit and does it really need to be so cold if there isn't any snow? I don't think so.

As per usually, I set my alarm to go off at 7:30 in the morning to the sounds of the radio. Lately I have been less than pleased with the results. First off, my regular morning crew have created an awkward hole of emptiness my most beloved morning show. Second, when the unknown fella finishes his talking and the music starts I have to close my ears. Not an easy task people. The only music coming out of those speakers is Christmas music. There isn't enough of a variety of Christmas music to soften the blow.

On the other side of the debacle, I have been preparing myself for Christmas in my own less extravagant ways. I recently started to listen to TSO cd's while I do my homework. Christmas presents for my friends and family are being purchased and stored, I will not disclose the location. I have also equipped my little home with a Christmas tree that stands no taller than the television and smells of rosemary. His name is Friar Fern and he is probably parched right now. I'm not so good with the taking care of part of owning a plant. I remember to open the blinds and allow myself to be blinded by the light so that Friar Fern may enjoy it; however, I still can't remember to water him.

Also in recent news, I killed a fly with febreze. He was hanging out on my windowsill where I keep my dust bunnies when his wings got all covered in dust. He couldn't fly anymore and was just rolling around looking all sad and helpless so I euthanized him. I sprayed a healthy amount of febreze on him, he didn't roll around much longer. I now have a dead fly chilling on my windowsill. I think I'm gonna bury him in the soil of Friar Ferns base.

Finally, I've decided to let go of my Mustang need for the time being until I have experienced my current desire to own a Mini. Let's hope this happens soon people.

 

Stay classy. this is t-bear signing off