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Brett will be spending Christmas with his parents this year. He'll be driving out to Arizona to see them the Tuesday before Christmas and will be back the Sunday after.
Since he'll be off with his folks, I decided I may as well go out and do something different for the holidays, so I'll be spending the Christmas/Yule/Solstice in Santa Cruz with
lrc and
zabster for Larry's annual Whiskymas party. At this party, I will be making my famous (well, famous to some) red jambalaya. Pretty much the point of the party is to eat food and drink whiskey. Since Larry is already sitting on, I think, 3 or 4 of my past contributions to his whiskey collection, this year my contribution to his party will just be my cooking.
I'm almost done with shopping for presents. I have gifts for my mother, sisters, Aunt Bertha, and my friend Alison. I have to get a present for Brett, and that will be that for my gift giving this year. A lot of people won't be getting gifts from me this year, which kinda sucks. I enjoy gift shopping, but circumstances dictate I cut way back this year. I have to get to the post office on Wednesday so my sisters get their presents by Christmas. At least I won't have to lug as many packages as this year. Hopefully, this time when I go to the post office, the whiny bint from last year won't be there.
The job hunting isn't going anywhere right now. Even if the counry wasn't in a recession, this is a lousy time of year to look for a job. So far, most of the listings I've checked out, as noted in an earlier post, were in the porn industry. I have nothing against porn, but I'll change careers before I put myself through having to work with that level of incompetence again.
Things will probably look better on the job hunting front once the holidays are through.
Brett and I tooled around Beverly Hills on Saturday to see how they've dressed up the streets for the holidays. I got some decent shots, but the best shot of the night wasn't of the decorations, but of a gas station.

Since he'll be off with his folks, I decided I may as well go out and do something different for the holidays, so I'll be spending the Christmas/Yule/Solstice in Santa Cruz with
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I'm almost done with shopping for presents. I have gifts for my mother, sisters, Aunt Bertha, and my friend Alison. I have to get a present for Brett, and that will be that for my gift giving this year. A lot of people won't be getting gifts from me this year, which kinda sucks. I enjoy gift shopping, but circumstances dictate I cut way back this year. I have to get to the post office on Wednesday so my sisters get their presents by Christmas. At least I won't have to lug as many packages as this year. Hopefully, this time when I go to the post office, the whiny bint from last year won't be there.
The job hunting isn't going anywhere right now. Even if the counry wasn't in a recession, this is a lousy time of year to look for a job. So far, most of the listings I've checked out, as noted in an earlier post, were in the porn industry. I have nothing against porn, but I'll change careers before I put myself through having to work with that level of incompetence again.
Things will probably look better on the job hunting front once the holidays are through.
Brett and I tooled around Beverly Hills on Saturday to see how they've dressed up the streets for the holidays. I got some decent shots, but the best shot of the night wasn't of the decorations, but of a gas station.
