The Big DumpTruck

Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996

Month: December, 2001

I love this time of year. It’s so cool to get Christmas cards from people with pictures of their kids in them. I can’t believe how old all my friend’s children are getting…scary.

I have to make sure I get a formal picture of Mookie done soon. The picture of my niece and nephew was SO nice.

Share

You know that scene in A Christmas Carol where young Scrooge is sitting alone in the classroom because everyone else has gone home for Christmas break?

That’s me right now. They let everyone go home early today and I have a conference call with a west coast client. I hope the ghost of me at 80 isn’t wandering around here.

Share

Helloooooo out there. I’m all full up with Chinese food, thanks to the department director. A nap would be good. Two would be better.

Share

This Chick is auctioning herself off. The highest bidder in less than 4 days gets to marry her. She seems rather young to feel this hopeless about marriage, but who knows. I will have to go back to see if they put up a picture of the guy who won.

Share

So if yesterday was Wednesday, not Friday, that makes today Thursday, not Saturday, right? That’s what I thought.

Share

Let’s give this another try. Hello? Is this thing on?

Share

I started my day by asking my son’s babysitter why her rubbish wasn’t out. She looked at me like I had two heads. “My rubbish is picked up on Fridays.”

Oh good Lord, I thought it was Friday. That’s not good. Not good at all.

Share

How can it be two o’clock already?

Share

Oh Poo…junior still isn’t feeling well. Woke up with a fever and won’t eat anything. We are currently fighting over him eating a half a piece of toast. I hate to have to miss work because he’s sick; it drives me buggy. But I can’t very well expose him to the other kids in case this is more than an ear infection.

Share

I need to find the JanuaryYankee Magazine because a relative of my uncle’s who is a year older than me wrote an article called “Coming Home to Leominster”.

Adrian Nicole LeBlanc is an unbelievable writer. My Aunt Barbara lets me know whenever she has something published in a magazine I have access to. The last one I bought was an article in the New Yorker that just took my breath away. If she doesn’t win journalism awards, nobody deserves them. Oh wait, it looks like she does win awards. And her hair is like, way better than mine.

Share