notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Charles Dickens Would Have Wanted To See Her Nipples

In 11th grade I played Ebenezer Scrooge in my drama class's presentation of 'A 15 Minute Christmas Carol.' It wasn't my finest work - I had a terrible English(esque) accent - but I did get to hold hands with Pauline, the hot German exchange student.

Well, sometimes life imitates art. No, I'm not still holding hands with Pauline. I am, in fact, NOT CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR.

For various reasons I don't feel like getting into, I am spending this Holiday season on the sidelines. No shopping, no singing, no decorating...I'm even working on Christmas Eve and will miss the traditional Reynolds family dinner/dirty santa game.

And you know what, I'm pretty happy about it. Skipping Christmas is making me realize just how stressful it all is for me. Searching for the perfect gift, watching your bank account dwindle, etc., etc. Humbug to that noise, Jack. And I'll put my knuckles through the grill of any ghost that comes aknocking trying to prove me wrong.

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