tis the season

Well thanksgiving is over and I never want to see turkey again til well into oct. However since it is December bring on the tamales! I could live off those forever or until mid January when I would then get sick of them til next year. I did end up buying the pies mostly cause the store was out of ingredients to make it!

How can a store run out of that stuff? suspiciously they had huge tables of pre-made pies waiting to be bought on sale.

I gave in and bought them.

Lazy 1 vs. Sam 0.

Next year I will have my revenge and attempt my fathers southern pecan pie, one slice has the ability to put 4 people in diabetic shock just by looking at it.


So this year im like dirt poor and only presents given out will be for a free hug. This year just doesn't feel like christmas and I'm not so sure why. I've never been one to let the holidays blues get to me, but this year just feels all meh. I will say its during this time I miss my dad the most, this will be the 2nd xmas without him.

Well before I get even more depressed I think I will watch all those sappy xmas movies on the hallmark channel. you know the ones where everything magicly works out within 2 hours. If its on TV then it must be true!

to pie or not to pie

I'm 5 mins away from the store and I have still yet to decide if I should make fresh pies this year for thanksgiving or just give in and buy them already made. Usually every year I've always made them and not to sound boastful but they are damn good. This year however I dunno I just feel like meh, just not into it.

One part of me is saying force myself to make them or else I will just regret it. On the other hand other half is saying be lazy and go the easy route. Come to think about it I didnt make them last year as well... Oh well I'll leave it up to fate if they should be made then I'm sure they will be some cosmic omen to slap me in the face.

should I be offended or depressed.

I really don't understand some people. As I was typing up my previous blog I was approached by a lady who felt the need to inform me of a way to lose weight through her diet program.

OK, I know I am overweight, does that mean a person needs to come up to me and remind me of it? She comes up to me with "excuse me I've lost 60 pounds on this diet and was wondering if you wanted to know about it?"

In honesty I saw her coming but figured was going to ask me for directions not to inform me that she thinks I need to lose 60 pounds. It caught me off guard and all I could manage was polite version of " off". Even after telling her no thank you, she still left her card with me.

After feeling great all morning I'm confronted with this. Now if i wasn't so cynical in the first place this might depress me. Fortunately that is not the case. I'm looking at the card now, it is one of those drink this and lose weight magically pyramid type programs.

That pisses me off even more, that a person is trying to profit on peoples insecurities. Not like this nation doesn't already have a perverse view of whats normal, like I'm not reminded through TV, magazines, newspapers, Internet, in store ads, car dealerships, walking down the street, at work, at home, shopping, in fact just waking up. Now I have to have people come up to me and tell me whats "wrong" with me and how to fix it.

Makes me wonder if I could profit on selling drinks that cure people being a, for lack of a better word, ahole . Take one of these and you won't be a complete douchbag. Operators are standing by.

Dazed and Confused

When did having the ability to access information at a notice moment become such a dependent way of life. Having lost my Internet access for a few days I find myself confronted with the notion that I am lost without the Internet. Just how did I get to this point?

I remember a time not far away when Internet was nothing more then 10 people on bulletin boards posting about there 14.4k modems. How did people function with not being able to pull up a map on their cell phone or find the cheapest gas? Can I find a way to go back to a point where I don't need the allure of information at your fingertips?

I'm sitting in a coffee shop at the moment happy that I found a free wi-fi hot spot, like a addict I'm feeling the initial relief as I am getting my "hook up" so to speak, drinking a cup of overpriced bland coffee. While I could think for a moment this is something that effects me I see a number of my friends who who at one point of another been in the same position. We all asked ourselves the same thing "what am I going to do?"

Did we sell our "souls" for a easier way of life. People have said that technology allowed us to accomplish what we needed to do in a short amount of time. It feels as tho its made us forget how to do anything otherwise. Even as I type I am also checking bank statements, checking my e-mail for the latest "lose X pounds in X time" spam and updating my online social network with my current predicament.

This should be something I should really think about but as I finish my coffee the thoughts of streaming last nights episode of Heroes shrouds it.