I have much to tell about my Christmas party clothing adventure, however that will wait for tomorrow. I have other things to say tonight.

First, I overheard the best dialogue ever tonight at Albertson's. I was looking at Chapstick, trying to decide what flavor I wanted. A woman an aisle over was talking on her cell phone. She said, "Well, I had to get another bucket...Yeah, I know, but a fish in B291 had blood on it's anal fin...Well, no one told me that...Look, I'm just doing the best I can - I'm only here for another month...Yeah, I was just trying to help out - it wasn't really my problem..." Then she walked out of my earshot. I love living in a university town. I bought vanilla mint lip stuff by the way (it was not Chapstick brand).

Second, I bought chicken rings tonight. As soon as I saw them, I was reminded of TG's post about her daughter's request for ham rings. (and if you still want to know how to create hyperlinks, TG, e-mail me - it's easy!).

I hate it when the 4th Sunday of Advent is Christmas Eve. Everything feels rushed to me. Like this Sunday at my church, instead of regular liturgy, the choirs did a Christmas cantata. That's nice and all, but it isn't Christmas yet. I like and appreciate the anticpation of Advent. I like the feeling of gearing up for Something Important. Even though I know what the something is, it's still exciting. Plus, I like a semi-traditional liturgy on Sunday, complete with Holy Communion. I don't like it when that is cancelled in favor of something like this. Call me an old fogey traditionalist if you like, but that's just how I feel about things.

Now, that doesn't mean I don't like untraditional forms of prayer and worship - I do. Just not on Sunday morning. That would have been a wonderful precursor to the the Christmas Eve service. I would enjoy it then, and even make an effort to get to church early.

Sigh. Enough complaining.

I finished another quilt top today, except for the border. None of these quilts are big, but I'm enjoying myself nonetheless. The next step is actually putting them together with the backing and the batting and quilting them. I just got some stencils in the mail, so I can start that soon. I just wish I had a table to work on. That would make life a lot easier. I may have to get myself a card table for Christmas.

Speaking of which, I suppose I should mail cards and gifts sometime, huh? I'm really, really bad about doing that. I have literally two Christmases and about four birthdays worth of cards and gifts for one of my firends in Pittsburgh that I have never mailed. I'm going to try really hard for this year. I just hate the post office soooo much. (It amuses me that I almost published this with "pot office" instead of "post office." Yes, I can be that juvenile.)

Huh?

I have a sudden, bizarre, and almost uncontrollable urge to go roller skating.

 

I haven't been skating since college, and I'm lousy at it since I have no balance.  I imagine I'm even worse since I broke my ankle.

 

But I really, really want to go skating.  I can feel myself gliding along, wind in my hair, falling on my face (or if I'm lucky, the back of my front).

 

Sigh.  There are no roller rinks in Baton Rouge (though there is one in Denham), so I suppose the urge will have to go unanswered.

Bored...

Bored, and more bored.  So, with apologies to the Beverly Hillbillies...

 

Come and listen to my tale 'bout a man named Jerry

He was sorta tall, and really kinda hairy.

He left one day lookin' for a girl to wed,

But he tripped on a root and hit his head instead

 

"OW!" he said

"Darn Root!"

"Gosh Darn Tree"

 

Well, what do you know? Ol' Jerry lost his mind

He wandered far and wide, and some folks wasn't kind

He looked far and wide and couldn't remember why,

'til some pretty girl came up and said, "Oh, Hi."

 

"Wow!" he said

"You're cute."

"Let's get hitched."

 

And my tale ends there because I ran out of verses.  If you want to play, pick a TV theme song of your choice and continue the story.  Leave me a comment so I know where to read.