First, I blog then I really MUST work...

First, I blog then I will click out of everything that is not work-related...and knock out some major work today. I will blog even though there isn't much to say that you haven't already heard me dit-dit about but that hasn't stopped me before.

STACI......how's Mr. E??? Yall are in my prayers and in my heart.

If I weren't at work today, I'd clean house, do laundry, decorate for Christmas, wrap presents, clean out my closet, cook a delicious supper and study for my French quiz. But I'm at work so I will have to squeeze all that into a couple of hours this evening...or not.

C gives me a hard time about my Christmas tree. It's because I downsized a couple of years ago to a four-foot table top tree. It's always pretty but see...I used to put up four full-sized floor to ceiling trees...plus several little table-top trees. Yeah, just call me Mrs. Christmas. Well, now, I like simplicity a little more than I used to. I just freaking don't have time for all that pooh-floo. These days, my decorating is a bit more simplistic yet elegant in a country sort of way. Anyway...last night, I told C that I was going to get the tree down...and she didn't want to help me...so she got A's little four inch doll house Christmas tree...stuck in on the table...and said..."Tree...done." She didn't hear any arguing from me. She was so excited about her tree...she couldn't wait to show M. He looked at me in fear...and said..."You are going to put up the real tree, aren't you?" I think I'm gonna just let him sweat for a while. Of course, the possibility of not having a tree will not encourage ANYONE to begin or do the decorating themselves. No. The longer I go without decorating...I'll start hearing moans and groans as to when "we're" going to decorate. But when it comes to decorating for Christmas...the only "we" is "me."

I'm trying to debate on whether I want to go get my nails done. My nails are so friggin ugly.

In January, my television blogging should start back up. The new season of American Idol and Tuckerville starts back up. After Bo...I'm just not sure AI can even come back...but I hear they're gonna try. We shall see...but I can tell you right now...anybody who steps on that stage in Season 5 is gonna have to be incredible...amazing...uh, a step below God Himself...just because Bo stood on that stage. As for Tuckerville, I may be the Lone Ranger here...but I like this show. The woman freaking has a 2,000 square foot closet. That's as big as my house. Dear heavens...that is just plain insane. But the funny thing is that Tanya seems to be so sane...and so normal...like we could hang out in the kitchen or out in the barn...and she'd be just like me. We're both working moms who loves horses, cowboys, and our kids. Pretty cool.

I still can't think of that cool name for iPod again. I think I was trying to decide whether to call her Big Mona...after Little Mona, my shuffle. But I came up with this name that now totally escapes me...and decided that my big iPod needs a name of her own. Oh, shoot...I'll get my French dictionary out and come up with something. It will be cool...yall know it will!

I have a lot more to say...but this stupid work won't go away...and my piles seem to be growing. If I'm a good girl and get it all done...I'll come back to play. Right now...gotta work.