So, first things first - Christmas was great this year. While my family usually celebrates a bunch of little Christmases this year we had somewhat of a Christmas extravaganza at my parents' house in Connecticut, involving myself (I'm 31), my wife (29), my sister (30), my parents, my mother-in-law, and really all centered around my 3-year-old son. The tree on Christmas morning should speak for itself:
Today is dragging. Since 7 AM this morning I've been working on a 5-inch-thick stack of paperwork, pricing out the 20,000 to 30,000 reports my company ran in November. But I don't mind because in a few hours.............
Kevin Smith is performing "An Evening With Kevin Smith" at the House of Blues in Boston. I ordered my tickets the day they went on sale (the original date was supposed to be mid-November, then got pushed back) and they've been sitting in my car for months.
Today is dragging. Since 7 AM this morning I've been working on a 5-inch-thick stack of paperwork, pricing out the 20,000 to 30,000 reports my company ran in November. But I don't mind because in a few hours.............
Kevin Smith is performing "An Evening With Kevin Smith" at the House of Blues in Boston. I ordered my tickets the day they went on sale (the original date was supposed to be mid-November, then got pushed back) and they've been sitting in my car for months.
I started this as a comment on cmoth's blog, but the comment took on a life of its own. In short, I was interested by the idea that too many people turn a minor inconvenience into a major headache as a result of their expecting the situation to fix itself. When life gives some people lemons, they yell and scream at the lemons until the lemons turn moldy and smell gross and attract fruit flies. Fuck lemonade - just throw the lemons in the garbage and move on.