I suddenly have billable work to do, for the first time this week.

I have billable work to do. Unfortunately, it involves some gigantor files that take forever and a day to load, and an eternity to rasterize.

I know the shoe lust well. I buy shoes just because I love them and then have to buy whole new outfits to go with them- most recently blue jeweled strappy numbers.

I need new black boots to replace the ones I'm wearing today. I discovered this morning that the seam in the back is starting to give. Overstock has some cute ones, but for much more than I paid for these.

I was lusting over some boots a while back, and told my husband that I loved them but I didn't have anything to wearthem with. He told me that obviously I needed to get the boots and then get an outfit to wear with them and I really wasn't very good at this justifying my shopping very well, was I?

Somehow, I still haven't bought those boots.

Skipping 1200 messages, so...

Something happened to lori's toes? I got the package, btw. Made my ears and eyes very happy.

Belated sympathies to billytea.

I'm back, fighting with my isp to try to upload pictures of the cutest nephew in the world. Who calls me Sair.

I think the isp is winning. Eventually, I'll have pictures. In the meantime, I have a killer headache.

Birmingham was cold, which is just Not Right. Didn't see much beyond the inside of my brother's place. Oh & the Vulcan.

My nephew is adorable. Did I mention that already? Because he is. And he knows how to use socket wrenches. And still loves HoHo (santa,) Shrek, Elmo, cars and his popaws.(grandfathers.) And sticking his finger up his nose.

Neat kid. With the entire Little People collection. It is somewhat appalling. SIL & her family go overboard on stuff a bit.

There was some interfamily friction, but we survived it.

Heather, a shoe repair place can mend your boot seam. Won't solve the shoe lust, but will save some cash.

Heya, sara!

While at home, I was eating these oyster cracker wiith ranch dressing mix snack things, and they must be made with crack. I can't stop thinking about them! I might have to make some myself.

Something happened to lori's toes?

I believe something bad happened to a toe of Tom Scola. Poor tomtoe.

Heh. I know what it's like to have an unhappy tomtoe....

I could have sworn I posted something. Ah well. I will likely have the seam repaired and continue the search since they also have some wear around the ankles.

Hey y'all. Checking back in after a rather strange, but mostly pleasant, Christmas weekend.

My x-mas saga, copied in part from my lj:

Things didn't start off so well. My brother G flew in from Moscow on Wednesday. A long, fairly grueling trip to begin with. Then he had to connect through Cincinnati....More than 48 hours lost, and pretty much all our holiday planning/shopping thrown into disarray since most of x-mas eve day was spent at the airport trying to track down his luggage (along with that of every single other person on his flight).

Christmas eve dinner was amusing, if only because we're about 40% through a move so we found ourselves missing some key equipment. After a three-way argument over whether to serve the cauliflower in a loaf pan, a pasta bowl, or a pie-plate, it was an easy step from there to scoop the green beans into a vase and send 'em on to the table...

Filling stockings was equally, um, creative. My sister and I (mostly her) had picked up a couple of little things, but ending up filling things out with batteries and diet cokes. It's just possible we were losing it by that point. Oh, and we only had two stockings, which someone gave us, so we improvised with a backpack and one of those fancy wine bottle bags for the others. The tree was a gold tinsel garland that H bought last week with some idea of wearing it to the Packer game, pinned up over the window in the outline of a tree.

Next morning presents - well, a few, since most of the shopping got put off, though we did have a good supply of Bengals gear - and then I managed to fake my way through my mom's german pancake recipe, the actual recipe being in Chicago, which is our traditional breakfast. Lots of lying on the couch, lots of football, and then we decided that Christmas dinner was beyond us so we loaded up in the car and went out for Indian food. Stopped on the way home and rented Friday, and that brought the oddest Christmas ever to a close.