Random Thoughts On Christmas Eve Day

My laundry is reaching a state of crisis. It is never done. I used to be able to get all my laundry done in one day. Then not do it again for a week. Now I have laundry falling from the ceiling, oozing out of drawers, littering every surface in my house. Every single day. No matter how many loads I get done there are always six more waiting for me. How is it possible for one small family to generate so much dirty laundry? It's so bad and I'm so stressed about it that sometimes, when I'm watching "Dark Angel" episodes I can see the laundry creeping around in the corners of the room.

While at the record store the other day I briefly eyed the Neil Diamond CDs and I have to say that as much as I loved him as a kid, I just can't bring myself to buy one of his CDs at this point in my life. I do not share this reservation when it comes to Abba and the Bee Gees.

While thinking about lyrics the other day I kept hearing Barry Mannilow in my head singing "I write the songs that make the whole world sing" and kept rewording it like this "I write the words that make the whole world cry". So true. So true. Think I should try harder to make people laugh instead of making them want to bury their heads in a bog?

Giada De Laurentiis is like the Playboy bunny of Italian cooking and I don't trust her. I've seen her show and my conclusion is that she is much too thin and toothy to be a trusted cook. Isn't her own food good enough to eat? Saying this out loud makes me immediately aware of how "size-ist" I have become. Immediate reform is called for. BAD ANGELINA. (I must now have an earnest talk with myself and discern whether or not my attitude stems from my very opposite problem of girth. Do I really wish I was more like Giada? C'mon now, self, be honest!)

No, I don't wish I was more like Giada but she's probably really a great cook and I'm just being an ass. Those boobs are almost certainly real and one should not judge a cook by their figure.

(Although I just read an online interview with Giada where she talks about how surprising it is to her that she has such a big male following...are you serious woman?! That is way too artless to be believed.)

Not having a working sewing machine or a working camera of my own is like being a tennis player who just lost an arm. I am experiencing ghost machine...where I go into my studio fully expecting to make something with my Pfaff and I know for a fact that it's there because I can feel it-but it's not. It's at the shop. I may not see my camera again for two months. Such is technology these days that it may be more expensive to fix it than it would be to buy one new. But you know what? I will fix it anyway because buying new would be wasteful if the one I had is actually fixable.

If you want to clear some space around you in a restaurant here in McMinnville, try talking loudly about prison, heinous crimes, how much religion freaks you out, and for good measure: bring along a kid who sprawls himself along the shared windowsill. We had a fabulous time drinking and talking with a really good friend of ours that we ran into at the Hotel Oregon. We're not positive, but we think we drove some people out of the booth behind us.

It's Christmas Eve and I imagine the ether is pretty quiet out there. We do nothing special for Christmas Eve so here I am. Although, now I'm going to blast some Madonna and do a little housecleaning. I hope you all have a great time hanging with friends and family!

Wishing only for snow here in the Valley-send some if you have any extra!