'Tis the Season

Almost...ish.

Today is a very chilly day here in Oklahoma. I have every intention of changing into my big puffy sweater very soon.

All I really want to do today is curl up and watch Christmas movies and listen to Christmas music.

I know, I know. It's only October 27. We're still a month away from when the radio stations start playing Christmas music and Rhema opens it's grounds to the wonderful beauties of lighted trees.

But you know what? I don't care. I'm feeling Christmasy. And you're supposed to keep the Christmas spirit with you year round, right?

So, why shouldn't I watch Elf and While You Were Sleeping (other than the fact that I don't actually own them)? Why shouldn't I have hot chocolate while listening to the miraculous vocal chords of Zooey Deschanel? You're right. There's no reason. There's also no reason you shouldn't be listening, too.

So, here you are.

The haunted house

Today I inadvertently went past my elementary school. I saw something that I hadn't seen in years, something that I had pretty much completely forgotten about. Something that used to strike fear and terror into my heart. The haunted house of Vandever.

Everyone who attended Vandever Elementary knew about the haunted house. We ran faster past that house when we had to run laps. We kept our eyes away from it when we looked around the school yard.

In my memory, the man who lived in this house had one leg, 7 fingers, and no teeth. He ate kittens for lunch. And he was married to a ghost. Who slashed elementary school kids. Now that I look at it, I realize that it's really not that scary. But it sure was when I was 9.

Pretty sure it's called puppy chow.

Kiddie chow just sounds barbaric.

Sundays make me look like a frat boy

I swear, without fail, every Sunday leaves my room looking like a 19 year old boy's college dorm.

It always starts out clean, but I end up messing it all up after doing the weekly "I have nothing to wear to church" routine (I'm very good at it, trust me, you don't want to miss this performance, I've gotten raving reviews). After this spectacle, I'm usually running a tad bit later than I wanted to be and leave the remnants of my morning on my bed, which eventually get moved to the bench, and finally the floor, making my room look like that of a frosty tipped, red bull swigging imbecile with his collar popped.

I have this and I like it.

These are some things that are awesome that I have in my possession.

Zitch Dog!

Today, I hit a milestone. A big one. And yes, I did listen to 500 miles while it happened.

What are you waiting for?!?!

Over the past several weeks, I'be spent quite a bit of time driving on 169 through Tulsa (that's a highway).

Both going east and west on 169, there's an odd billboard. A picture of an adolescent boy with the words "I'm waiting."

There's no company name, no logo, no indication of what they're waiting for. It bugs me.

So, sometimes I yell at it, "for what?!"

Then I keep driving and forget about it.