People Will Be Puking Santa Everywhere...

Today some jerk at Walmart decided to park right on my rear bumper. See I had pulled through the parking spots so that my front end was facing out. When Renee and I left to go load up the stuff in the back there it was, this ginormous Ford F-350 had pulled into the spot behind me and was at most 18 inches from my rear bumper. Obviously this prevented me from opening the tail-gate. So we decided to fold down the back seats and put stuff in that way and through the back glass. While I was folding down the driver side back seat (and this happens a lot but generally not so bad) as the seat folded down the freaking head rest flung back (like it does) and smashed the shit out of my poor innocent middle finger. I was so pissed, if that douche bag hadn't been parked right on my bumper this never would have happened. Luckily nothing was broken, but my finger started swelling and bruising immediately, and it broke the skin and made me bleed right at the base of my nail. It IS painful. Thank god for ibuprofen...

Today I made two batches of pumpkin bread (totaling six loaves; two raisin, three chocolate chip, and one plain for Renee). And now I am making dinner... Well, I have made dinner and it is in the oven baking. I made lasagna. Which I haven't made since June I think...

Lately I have had a couple really interesting horoscopes in the paper. Here's a couple:

November 12th: You're a believer. You won't wait for the supporting evidence or the facts. You believe in something just because you want to, and that works out well for you. There is intelligence in your innocence.

November 19th: The work that's in front of you is not your favorite. You might actually have physical symptoms regarding this, like just looking at it makes you super tired. Get it over with quickly so you can go back to being your happy self.

November 20th: This one is my favorite. You're an original. You're looking at the same scenery as everyone else, but your thinking something different about it than anyone before you has ever thought.

Okay, so what I get from the one for the 12th is that I believe whatever the hell I want, screw the rest of the world. Yeah, that sounds about right. The one for the 19th hit the railroad spike on the head, that day sucked ass. I really didn't want to be working that day, I was exhausted... Not sure why though. And then there's my favorite horoscope ever, the one from the 20th. My understanding of it is that everyone sees horses when I see unicorns, or they see a field of overgrown grass and I see hobbits waiting to attack me. I guess it really means that I analyze things differently, and does not necessarily mean that I am crazy.

On a similar note, my imagination seems to be in overdrive. For some reason, (and I think that this stems from one of Collin and mys fave past-times) when I am around people that I don't really know, until I know more about them I tend to make up stories about their life and how they came to be where they are. Collin and I like to do this when we see people walking on the street or when we pass them in traffic and so on and so forth. One such person I have been making up stories about is a new person I see day to day. I don't know why, I just do it. Like, I think the reason him and his wife moved here was so he could "get out" of The Life. You know what I mean... **nudge nudge, wink wink** Okay, so I think he was in the mafia or something similar.... I don't know why... I am sure as I get to know him better that will go away, but until then I think it's a pretty interesting life story, and a good reason for moving to the area.

Thanksgiving is upon us and then before we know it, it's gonna be Christmas. Yay...

I am excited about our first Christmas just the two of us, and I will probably put the tree and shit up on Thursday after my family skidaddles. It's just all the other shit that you have to deal with during the holidays, people spewing false goodwill and cheer, and blah blah blah, that I just can't stand.

Well the lasagna is about done, so I need to get the bread ready. Peace Out.