crisis

Nature decided to give Southeast Asia it's own twisted Christmas present this year. The tsunami has caused the deaths of tens of thousands, and the rescue workers are still working. I cannot commend the blogger community enough for taking a front seat in helping with relief efforts.

molten

ow ow ow ow ow. Two words: hot wax. My "large, green, i-love-it-cause-it-smells-so-clean" candle spilled all over my hand. It can't be a good thing that my left hand is much redder and puffier than the right, can it? Ugh. How do I manage to be such a klutz? This was not the way I intended to start my vacation.

flattery

Ever wish to be a fly on the wall so that you could hear what people really thought about you when you weren't in the room? Amazingly enough, I just got to be that fly tonight albeit for a conversation held online and 4 years ago. I stumbled across a newsgroup post that somehow turned to the topic of yours truly and was actually complimentary. After the crappy day I've had today, this was like a sudden ray of light... just what I needed to lift my spirits. :) who knew?

In other non-related issues, ladies: I have a request for you. Imagine that you're at a bar and a tall handsome stranger approaches you playing an inflatable guitar. "You've got to be kidding me!" you say, but no, just go with me for a minute... What do you do? You can either ignore him and hope he goes away, or humor him, laugh and find out why said guy is carrying around the guitar. Which do you think will give you a better story to tell your friends the next day? That's what I thought. So chicas, talk to the guy. My friend would have appreciated it on Saturday night. (There you go! Immortalized! ;) )

cracked

It's finally happened.

Old Navy's marketing department has finally broken my spirit. I actually enjoyed the last commercial I saw. It's a shame, I know. For years I've been saying that those ad guys need to be buried alive for subjecting America to their brand of so-perky-I-could-punch-it sense of humor. And yet, here I stand (or sit, as the case may be. I'm terribly lazy) admitting my defeat.

The collection of spots I'm referring to features a charming young bunch of holiday carolers. Only, this chipper group doesn't serenade us with beautiful verses of Lo How a Rose. Instead, through song, they remind a poor chap o' the week that he's behind on his holiday shopping for the 40 good friends in his life (ha!) and my, doesn't Old Navy have just the thing?

The voices clearly don't belong to the people pictured, but I still like it. You won, Old Navy. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to glue myself back to the tv to see if I can find the Hershey Kisses commercial I've enjoyed so much in years past. You know the one, 10 kisses in a pyramid, pretending they're handbells and chiming out We Wish You a Merry Christmas. Ah the holidays... :)