Pop a la Mode

I went to the bookstore during lunch today and browsed around. I did well, I only bought one book!

But as I was perusing the Southern writers section, I saw some of the funniest book titles I have ever seen. I wrote them down to check them out at the library because anything that makes me laugh that hard must be worth the time.

• The Official Guide to Christmas in the South, or If You Can’t Fry It, Spraypaint It Gold
• Being Dead is No Excuse: The Official Southern Ladies Guide to Hosting the Perfect Funeral
• My Heart May Be Broken, But My Hair Still Looks Great
• I Gave You My Heart, but You Sold It Online
• Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank: And Other Words of Delicate Southern Wisdom

The pastor at CrossPoint Church (which I used to attend) now has a blog. I really enjoy reading it and the most recent post caught my attention.

What makes me happy?

That’s not something I think about very often because it feels selfish. Shouldn’t I be thinking about others? Doing for others? Well, sure. But come to think of it, if I’m unhappy I’m not doing much good for anybody.

The peanut gallery can keep the “amens” down to a minimum.

So what does make me happy?

1. Being with my family.
2. Being with my friends.
3. Making a baby laugh.
4. Laying on my couch and catching up on my Tivo.
5. A good dinner.
6. Cold weather.

What makes you happy?

And I’m ready for another vacation.

Thanksgiving was great and the shower went well and all that jazz. It was a busy week which is not my favorite way to spend the holiday but necessary. It’s hard to believe that Christmas is just around the corner. Is it just me, or is it coming faster and sooner every year?

I wish they had this when I gave blood the last time.

There are 50 black suits outside my office right now. They are quite loud; quite obnoxious; and quite a client so I can’t tell them to shove it.

For some odd reason, someone determined that a full-day video shoot could be done in our fourth-floor conference room. There are wires running everywhere; bright lights strung up on the ceilings and very important people with clipboards running around.

The black suits? They’re all bankers and every one of them is either talking on their cell phone or answering e-mail on their Blackberries. They must be very important people too.

Or at least they think they are.

So sorry for the lack of posts this week! It’s been just a wee bit chaotic on this end - between new employees starting, work needing to get done and oh, realizing Christmas is only a month and a half away - I’m close to losing my mind.

And you know how I know it’s Christmastime? By my mailbox. For some odd reason, I have been placed on every mail-order catalogue list in existence. Yesterday I received 8 (eight!) and who knows how many more will show up today.

Some of them are okay but others, not so much. I really don’t think I’m going to give any of my loved ones a sign that says, “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants to be happy.” I mean honestly. Who comes up with this stuff?

This weekend I’m headed up to Virginia for a quick visit before I have meetings in Raleigh on Monday and Tuesday. Main objective: Operation Baby Shower. Aunt Lori and I have a baby shower to plan people! You better stay out of my way.