My dad is a very smart man. Brilliant even. And he should be, he’s a doctor. And he loves electronics, so computers aren’t foreign to him. He has a Mac, an iPod, etc., and he had a Mac way back when.. I remember playing on it in the early ’90s.

Today he called me, he couldn’t get onto a website, they said his password was incorrect, etc., etc.

I gave him my login, saying I wasn’t sure he ever had one in the first place, but sure, use mine.

Apparently he was buying Christmas presents.

And apparently he forgot that the confirmation email goes to the person with the account.

The shipping address was included on the email, LOL, so I now know what I’m getting for Christmas.

I really want to call him and be all, “Um, hello, confirmation email?” But I’m going to be nice and just pretend I don’t know, lol.

This sucks.

Pratchett is one of my favorite authors, introduced to me a couple of years ago by grampa, and I think it’s just incredibly sad that such a great, prolific author would get early-onset Alzheimer’s.

He’s one of those authors who was good in the beginning and has gotten great over the lifetime of his books. He’s funny and engaging and if you are incredibly sick from a mystery illness, his books will make you laugh. I swear.

The house is clean, the tree is up and we are totally settled in the new place.

Not the best picture, lol, but that’s the tree, in front of the fireplace.

Here’s the new place.

Before the tree…

View into the kitchen

And where I am sitting right now

I don’t have any good upstairs pictures yet, and the office was a mess when I was taking pictures, full of Christmas boxes and wrapping paper, lol. And the kitchen is messy too, LOL. OK, we’re still cleaning.

Guess what today is?

Guess, guess, guess!

Give up?

National Cotton Candy Day.

It’s a very important day, so go make some. Or if you don’t have a handy-dandy cotton candy machine, buy some.

The Chop and I bought each other iPod Touches for Christmas.. and we aren’t big on waiting.

So this is my first post from the Touch. And it’s a) awesome and b) easy to type on.

Woot.

Driving all the way up to work (60 miles), where it’s 5 degrees colder than at home (17), and finding out that the heat upstairs in your office area is broken is not a good way for my day to start.

That is a bad, bad thing.

Also that no one actually told the bosses. Wtf?

Fortunately the CEO had some space heaters she brought me, so I’m slowly defrosting.

However, I slipped coming down the steps outside this morning when Regina decided to bolt for a bird. I managed to stay upright, but twisted and one leg went off the porch whilst the other stayed inside, effectively doing the splits.

After much cursing, we were in the car and heading to work.

All was well until I released there seemed to be an odd draft on my thigh.

Yes. I ripped a hole in my pants.

Fuck it, I thought, I’m not turning around.

So now I am at work, in a room where it is hovering around 55 degrees, with a hole in my pants.

What a morning.

I love my parents. I love them deeply and I am SO glad they were here to help us move and clean and put up curtains and fix broken things.

But I am also SO glad they have gone to NYC for a conference and won’t be coming back here for awhile.

The house is awesome, so much has gotten done and we couldn’t have accomplished half as much as we did without them, but my dear god, I haven’t gotten laid in over a week and there is only so many times my mom can “suggest” a maid come twice a month before I begin to get a complex.

The Chop has now taken to saying “we are SO filthy” and the poor dog is afraid to drink water.. I swear to you, my mom was trying to wipe her muzzle every time to prevent drips on the new, perfectly refinished hardwood floors.

And if you have a dog, you know that ain’t gonna happen.

We’re on day two of the move and almost everything is done. My parents are awesome and the Porkchop’s friend who came up from CT is possibly the most necessary mover-helper ever. The guy can move, that is all I have to say.

The PC and my dad are sitting in the new living room, getting ready to watch a movie and my mom, who doesn’t know how to stop (lol), is “finishing what she started.”

The new house is really incredible and I’ll post pics soon.

Now I am going to sit down and drink more vodka.

Why can’t I get a cool job like this?

How come I end up working with people who don’t like the Internet, don’t care about it and don’t want to help me?

I AM GOOD PEOPLE >>> HIRE ME! I will work for your Internet company. I will play your Wii and sit in your beanbag chairs and use your brand new Macbook Pro!