I watched way too much MTV in the eighties (back when they showed videos, that is). And listened to the Mighty 690 a little too often.

Can you believe a four-disc special edition DVD set for Gone With the Wind... and it's mine!!!!! Keep in mind that two of the discs are the movie alone, but then you've got the "Making of...," the newsreels, "The Old South" short subject, the documentary on Clark Gable, the documentary on Vivien Leigh, the documentary on Olivia de Havilland...yada, yada, yada. OMG, movie geek heaven! It's a good thing that the boys are preoccupied with their new video games. That gives me plenty of time to enjoy this.

Mike is going to be so sorry he bought this for me.

"I won't let all this commercialism ruin my Christmas."
~A Charlie Brown Christmas

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Cheyenne. She's an 8-year-old (on the verge of nine) and she's my new friend. I'm babysitting her tonight (her dad is friends with Mike). It's nice to have a little girl here to counteract all the boyness in this house. I think I'll have to have her over again soon. :)

Know what I really hate? Those inflatable Christmas decorations people put in their front yards. And now they have those snowglobe ones! Aye-yi-yi!

But then again, I'm one of those people whose only decoration is the obligatory tree. Bah humbug, y'all.

today my oldest brother turns 50. Damn, that's old...and that's not in dog years, either!!

The muscles in my neck are so tense that my shoulders are up over my ears.

I slipped and said a few swear words in front of my boss today, which isn't a big deal in most situations except that, in this case, my boss' language rivals that of Ned Flanders.

Today, I actually pondered the old days where nuns slapped kids on the knuckles with a ruler, and wasn't as appalled by the thought as I used to be.

I thought about doubling my dosage for prozac, but then realized that I would need to fill my prescription more often (which I really can't afford).

Boys suck. When they grow up, they suck even more.

So, how have you been?

Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

If that's true, what do I make of the past week?

First night:
Dreamed that I went to the movies to see some action flick. Turns out my boss was in it and played the main action hero (complete in black suit sported by Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible).

Second night:
Dreamed that I was a teenager having an affair with a married man. Scary thing was, the married man was 40-ish and someone that I really knew as a teenager (never had the slightest crush, though).

Third night:
Don't remember too much except for a very Nordic-looking man with piercing blue eyes. He scared me and thrilled me at the same time.

I'm curious about what dreams may come tonight.

This weekend I introduced my youngest to two of the greatest movies ever...Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte and Freaks. Getting him hooked on Nosferatu and the silent Oz movies wasn't enough. He told me that he couldn't believe that his friends had never heard of Buster Keaton. Either I'm making my kid the coolest 3rd grader ever, or I'm making him a total geek.