col’s blog

Rules for the game:

• Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
• Share Christmas facts about yourself.
• Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs. (or as many as you can).**
• Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. Wrapping or gift bags? Wrapping. I don’t like Christmas paper – I prefer to use plain white or brown paper with shiny ribbon. Or used magazines.

2. Real or artificial tree? No tree. I live alone in a small space. But when I get a tree it will be real. We had a fake tree the first 10 or so years of my life and I was not a fan.

3. When do you put up the tree? My family puts theirs up between Dec. 10 − Dec. 15.

4. When do you take the tree down? My family takes theirs down the first weekend of the New Year.

5. Do you like eggnog? No. I don’t even like eggs.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? Barbie Mansion.

7. Do you have a nativity scene? No. I am not real big on the whole Christ story.

8. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I’ve gotten a lot of gift certificates … and those never make me feel very loved.

9. Mail or email Christmas cards? Postcards.

10. Favorite Christmas Movie? A Christmas Story. Meatloaf, smeatloaf, double beatloaf. I hate meatloaf.

11. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Sept./Oct./Nov … I’m pretty on top of it because I love giving presents.

12. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Magic Cookie Bars.

13. Clear lights or colored on the tree? White/Clear. We are tasteful Catholics.

14. Favorite Christmas song? This Christmas by Donny Hathaway.

** TAG: You’re it! PS: If this is just not your thing, no worries. i am not one to take offense if you don’t dig on this meme.

Caulk is Cheap
Lost
Northwest Observer
Rayette

the delightful denim-clad kenny kids at disney world with our dad, ron burgundy. apparently the death stare runs in the family.

nothing says “I AM INSECURE” like namedropping. sometimes i feel sympathy for a namedropper, seeing that he or she doesn’t feel worthy enough in her or himself. but when it’s done by someone i already perceive to be a douche, i tend to dislike him even more.

if the writer’s strike ever ends, there’s a new event i think you should visit. that is, if it doesn’t conflict with something even more rife with potential.
(Editor’s note: if you haven’t seen triumph at the star wars attack of the clones premiere yet, i totally envy you).

I have no poker face. If you want to gauge my mood, all you have to do is examine my face. If I don’t approve, you will sure as hell know it. If not from my words, then from my countenance and body language. Some times, I wish I were a better faker. Sometimes, I wish I held my cards close to my vest. But I am what I am and when I’m not happy, those around me sure as hell are gonna know it, either from my scowl, or from my cutting remarks.

I also have a bad habit of giving people a death stare when I am especially unhappy. Maybe I was dragged to a meeting, or a bar, or a dinner against my wishes … perhaps my viewpoint or ego is being run over by others in the room …. maybe I have an unfavorable opinion of the speaker − all you have to do is read my face and you will know from my unnerving frown. Friends and co-workers often tell me this. Bosses always tell me this. They are afraid of the death stare.

Nobody likes the death stare. Quite frankly, I don’t even like the death stare. It’s not contrived at all, it’s just me in my head and my body saying: “this is not to my liking.” The upside is, those who are close to me pretty much always know where they stand with me. I’m not one to fake a smile.