Happy New Year!

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Happy nearly-2013, blogosphere!  The above darling illustration isn’t mine, no idea whose, but it was too cute, so I borrowed.

We spent Christmas with Ryan’s fam in Colorado and it was glorious.  And cold, very cold.  And snowy, but that was a nice change, plus I had my first white Christmas!  We’re happy to be back in sunny LA now, though, and I’m happy to have today AND tomorrow off!

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Hooray!

More about Christmas later.  We are (or one of us is) usually gone for Christmas, so we usually have “Christmas Part 2” upon returning.  This year was no exception.  We had flew back to LA on Friday and had Christmas 2 on Saturday, so as usual, figured we wouldn’t want to do anything crazy for New Year’s.  I tried to get us last minute camping reservations at the campground we like north of Malibu (you literally camp on the sand and hear/see waves), which I thought would be a cool way to ring in 2013 (campfire, champagne, smores), but alas, I was too late.  So we’re having a chill night in and doing an hor d’oeuvre dinner.  Here’s what’s on the menu:

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champagne

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Garlic hummus on pita crackers

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Barbecue chicken pizza

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and mimosas and samosas!  Too perfectly rhyming not to do.

I’ve spent the evening cooking (reheating counts as cooking, right?) and editing photos, and Ryan’s alternated between gaming and watching year-end internet videos (currently “The 9 Wildest Things Fox News Said In 2012”).  So we’ll keep up our crazy, zany partying antics til midnight or so, shuffle off to bed, and Ryan will probably want to go get his 2013 fishing license and hit the beach again tomorrow morning.  At least the weather is nice enough to be beach weather.  There are some perks to a non-white Christmas, tooImage.

Wishing all of you fantastic 2013!

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Unsung Office Champion

My boss buzzes me with lots of requests throughout the day.  Just now, he buzzed me and was mad.  “I spent the last hour drafting an email, and I highlighed the whole thing and somehow deleted it.”  “Did you save your draft?” I asked, already knowing the answer.  “No.”  “Okay, I’m on my way.”

I got to his keyboard, looked at his empty Outlook email window, hit a few keys, and the email draft reappeared on the screen.  “What’d you do?” he asked.  “Magic,” I smugly replied.

Sometimes I feel like this:

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When really all I did was this:

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Sometimes the recognition I’d love is this:

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But the recognition I get is this:

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*none of these are my pictures.  They are however, awesome, and helped me tell my story.  If they are yours and you’d like me to not have them, please let me know.  of course that would be assuming someone read this*

Edit: yes, I told him I hit control + z, but I don’t think he really got it.  That’s why I just do things sometimes.  It’s easier for me to fix and move on than explain.