Life

Really am.

Oh, OK, I’ll go in and get my earache looked at. I kept hoping it would just go away (it’s not horrible, just occasionally twingy and largley annoying), but when health care doesn’t cost you a kidney anymore, you really should go in and have shit looked at when it comes up. Tra la. P.S.

Buy myself a bunch of presents, wrap them, and put them under my tree. Isn’t that funny? I want an excuse to not care about my credit card bill for once (since January) and just buy stuff. For myself. Oh, sure, I’ve budgeted money to buy stuff for other folks, but not for myself. I

Welcome to the Dayton Thanksgiving! Our third annual? How time flies. I can haz skillz. J. meets the dawgs. Mmmmm spicy cider. The Old Man poses with the fruits of his labor. Because you can never have enough pie! The official Turkey Day spread. The boys make gravy. Really! Stephanie is far too pleased with

Is it terrible that I want my neice, Kaylee, to grow up to be a starship mechanic? Honestly, this is something I’d like to encourage with my Christmas gifting.

… about sums up my life right now. There’s gymming in there as well, but I’m down to 3-4 times a week instead of the coveted 6. Blame my social life. To be honest, I’ve quite happily traded those two days of cardio for extra bedroom shenanigans. Same general end result, tho, yeah? This week’s

My credit card company, which I’m planning to ditch when I pay off the last 5K (I have another 4k on a no-interest card right now, which I’m paying off at a slower rate), just raised my credit limit to $20,200. My God, yo. And they wonder how I got myself into financial problems in