Sunday, December 24, 2006

Helio Boy

My young hipster (Adam age 18) has to have the latest. While admitting he is addicted to material things to fill the void he felt when we moved from Western New York to rural Illinois, he NEEDS it nonethless. This Helio thing is a phone/video screen/internet/who knows what. Well, he sweet talked me into partially funding it for his Christmas present.

Otherwise, we are pretty much ready for Christmas here on Christmas Eve morning. Pat overdid on the kids, but says it's okay. I hope they appreciate it.

Saturday, December 23, 2006


I'm having a rare bout of insomnia. Watching the Carson Daly show, now 1:27 am. I don't see anything special about him or his show. Kind of boring. There is so much weird, creative stuff going on even on TV and these shows are so ho hum boring. Same format, same old celebs, music, etc. Two minutes of rote chit chat.

Got the laundry folded, though. That was good. The old sock and underwear pile under control. But there's still tons of dirty laundry all over.

These girls are singing all the words with Johnny what's his name of the Goo Goo Dolls. Old Buffalo band. I don't really like them, he looks like a male Cameron Diaz. The old rocker thing is really old, too.

Very negative mood I'm having.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

horsey throat

My own kid didn't recognize my voice when I answered the phone tonight. We had a good night, driving to Havana (Illinois, not Cuba, no cigars)for Cal's 7th grade Bball game. Traveling along were Pat *the driver*, Jeff *a friend* and Helen *another friend*. It was fun camraderie, even though there was quite a bit of fog on the way home. We feeded up the boys on nuggets, burgers and McFlurries and let them ride the school bus home.
And one, finger roll, setting a pick, Cal hit a sweet trey.

After coming home from work for a two hour nap this morning, the day was pretty okay. Tomorrow at work should be a big bore.