Dec 202014
 

The boys and I got up and knocked out the cards this morning. I’m not sure we’ve managed as early as December 20 in several years.

For such a connected and gadgeted-up guy, my Christmas card workflow is surprisingly primitive. We only send out 60 or so cards, and I can remember names and addresses for about half of them. For the others I have a hodgepodge of envelopes and the church directory, and I sit in the recliner with a lap desk and a pen and assembly-line with the boys, who take care of return addresses, stuffing, and stamping.

Every year I sit down and think “why don’t I have this automated?” Then every year I also stop caring completely about an hour after it’s done. So there would be the answer.

In other Christmas happenings, I am still basking in the afterglow of the wonderful party Jennifer and Stephenie of Rocket City Mom held at The Melting Pot on Thursday night for their regular contributors. Sam was the only other Rocket City Dad in attendance, so we both marinated in estrogen all night. (Absolutely no complaints. My wheelhouse, baby.)

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It was such a blast to be around so many funny and intelligent people (with truly large quantities of each trait). We’re all so busy that it’s tough to get any quantity of us together, so I’m glad this many of us could make it! Thank you, Jen and Steph!

I still need a couple of strong days at work next week, but mostly it feels like the home stretch now. Bowl games are helping. Hope you’ve either already arrived at, or are on final approach to, your Christmas happy place.

 Posted by at 12:59 pm
Dec 182014
 
  • As a society, it feels like we’re way too excited about ugly Christmas sweaters this year.
  • Alabamians Can Read has postponed its next broadcast until after the first of the year. Because December.
  • I’ve never had the storage capacity to carry my entire music collection with me before now. It’s pretty cool getting Cortana to play a song, when I can literally call out anything I own right when it pops in my head.
  • I think listicles have gotten out of hand. I do one here once in a while, I know, but I’ll use great discretion going forward. I have Twitter friends who post nothing but links to them anymore.
  • Norman Bridwell, the creator of Clifford the Big Red Dog, has died at 86. RIP.
  • Bowl games are upon us Saturday.
  • Getting on toward time to let go of it if you don’t have it done. You get to have Christmas too.
 Posted by at 3:50 pm
Dec 172014
 

I cook about half the time at our house, or maybe a little more. I don’t say this hoping to score points. I do like to cook, but most of the time if both Lea and I need to be doing something and it’s cooking vs. x, then I’ll want to take the cooking because […]

 Posted by at 7:44 pm
Dec 162014
 

I can remember one year for Christmas my stepmother asked my 12-or-so-year-old niece what she wanted, and one of the things she said was a laser pointer. My stepmother asked me about it later. I said “yeah, just go to Amazon and pick one out. There’s not a lot to them.” Then she said “well, […]

 Posted by at 12:49 pm

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