Bring It, '09

Well well well.

Another year is upon us, and I'm changing things up.

I made a resolution, actually. I've never done that before, simply because hello, I've met myself, and I know how this is gonna end. Good intentions and all, but two weeks into it and I'm back with the Eskimo Pies, right? This year, however, is the year that I get organized. Seriously, it's to that point, y'all....I can't find a fucking thing anymore. Tax returns? Pantyhose? Lola's medicine? That new bottle of hand cream I just bought? My American Express bill? Into the abyss. It's becoming something of a nightmare, and I can't take it anymore.

I started today with my broom closet office at work, and already I can feel the pressure lifting off my shoulders. And does anybody else use the dining room table as the catch-all-of-those-which-have-no-home? Or is that just me...ok, probably just me. I don't use that table often (I have a smaller one off the kitchen) and it's kind of the first room I come into when I get home....so it's the depository of everything. Mail, coats, purses, books, shoes (don't judge me -- if I leave them on the floor Lola will think she has a new chew toy)....the world seems to end up on my dining room table. I think I will go on an organizational shopping spree this weekend and get everything I'll need to get organized.....

....and then promptly dump all that shit on my dining room table and go watch Bravo.

Anyway, I thought the world needed to get a glimpse of what my father -- aka "Poppa" -- wears every Christmas. You may have wondered why I don't mention him that often on here.....this would be why.




Oh yeah. I said it. "Christmas Pants".

Hope everyone had a safe and Happy New Year!