Merry Christmas, You!

Courtesy of Mom, here's a little Santa fun.

Everybody's A Critic

Last night, I sang only with "O Holy Night" on last night's Studio 60. I sang along horribly, off-key and high-pitched. Syd turned and yelled at me. Then, she came over to see if I had swallowed a bird or something. She kept trying to sniff around my mouth to figure out what was going on. She cracked me up, so I could barely keep singing.

Tonight, I played a little of "O Holy Night". It seems like Sydney doesn't like the song in general. But, she didn't come running over to investigate until I started to sing along again, and she again tried to look into my mouth for the source of the horrible sound.

An Update on Dad

They had to do a biopsy (or something) on Dad's thyroid to look for cancer.

"My thyroid was fine. They'll even put it back if I want them to."

Code word: Savory

A few weeks ago, Frank's sister-in-law made pumpkin fudge. Frank described it as "savory". I asked what that meant. He said that it's sort of spicy (you know, pumpkin spicy), so you can't eat a lot of it. It's not like chocolate fudge.

I decided "savory" was Frank's code word for "yucky". It's kind of like that Seinfeld episode where they refer to the ugly baby as "breathtaking", and no one recognizes that adjective as insulting. He can say that the food is savory and excuse himself from eating any more.

The rest of Frank's family didn't really touch the fudge that he brought home to them. I tried to advertise the fudge: "It's savory!" When I did that one too many times, Frank warned me that I was getting savory.

Wise Bets

Andy won $1,000,000 on a bet with his sister that the Steelers would make it to the Super Bowl last year. He doubts he'll ever see that money.

This year, Andy made a bet of $250,000 that the Steelers will repeat in the Super Bowl. You'd think that wasn't a wise bet, considering the Steelers' season. But, as Andy explains, "When you have $1,000,000 to blow..."

My James Bond

Frank and I saw Casino Royale over the weekend. There was a scene where James Bond reminded me of Frank. (Or Frank reminded me of James Bond?)

Warning: Spoilers

Bond lay dying because he didn't have the defibrilator set up correctly to shock his heart after being poisoned. The chick arrives after Bond passes out and is able to shock him. Bond wakes up and asks, "Are you okay?"

That's totally Frank. A couple times, I've been working, and he falls asleep next to me. He starts to snore, and he wakes himself up and asks me, "Is everything all right?" or "Are you okay?"

That's my James Bond.

My Rough Day

You know you've had a rough day when you can't decide what the dumbest thing you did today was--and one of those things was scalding your hand.

Honorable mention for dumbest thing: put a student's grade sheet on the lid to my salad, which had salad dressing on it. That was easy to correct.

This morning, I heated up my some water in the microwave. The cup I use is pretty tall, so it's kind of close putting it into the microwave. It's even tougher getting out. I ended up spilling a lot of water on my hand and my hand has a pink tint to it now--especially between my fingers. I put cold water on my hand immediately, and I keep putting cold compresses on it.

Tonight, on the way home, I was waiting to turn left. The traffic light on the road that I wanted to turn onto changed. Someone stopped short, and the car behind them squealed and blew their horn. After my light turned green, I started to make my left turn and looked over at the near accident. I'm not very familiar with that intersection, and I started to turn before the median and into oncoming traffic (which was still far away). Luckily, no one was behind me, so I was able to turn around and go around the other side of the median.