Here it is another year.  Where did 2007 go?  I made it thru year 1 with career 2....and none the worse for wear.

I sit here wondering why I dont write more.  I think of stuff to share when I am not near my computer.  Mainly at work...when I should be working...thankfully they had the foresight to block and social sights as apparently you should only be working when at work (novel concept!)  I'm home now, only one more day until the weekend.  We're tryhing to come up with a dinner idea but nothing sounds good.  Soup and grilled cheese is a good candidate.......

............speaking of candidates....the Iowa caucus is tonight....and already in progress.  This seems to be the longest political season ever.  By the time we elect the president in 2008 we will have started the process on January 21st 2008.  I already have my choice but as you know, we dont discuss such things as Religion, Sex or Politics in polite society.

Friday will be my meeting day, go over product launches and a product by product review before CES in Vegas so the powers that be can be informed and know the right things to say.  Less is more is my mantra...focus on quality, not quantity.  Thankfully I have some key people in my corner who agree.  D we really need 20 different choices for a bluetooth headset? 

Anyway...goodnight...I'm tired.

JohnnySeattle...

Well, Ho Ho Ho, tis the season to be jolly and all that jazz.  Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Life is back to normal and peaceful now with the whole roof being done and the last check sent off.  They took forever to get around to getting me a quote but called me every other day for that last check...so I waited a few extra days before they got it.  And now they have it, and it's cashed, and life is going on. 

All the Christmas shopping is done and the last of the gifts are wrapped.  Yours is wrapped too and in the mail.  Keep an eye out for it!

I read this and though I'd share it.  It's letters to Santa and his honest replies back to little kids.  Enjoy and have a very Merry Christmas and a great 2008...or just party like it's 1999!

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                                     Deer Santa,


                                     I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer
                                     Xmas.  I'v ben a gud boy all yeer.


                                     Yer Friend, Billy


                                     Dear Billy,


                                     Nice spelling.  You're on your way to
                                     a career in lawncare.  How about I
                                     send you a book so you can learn to
                                     read and spell?  I'm giving your older
                                     brother the space ranger.  At least HE
                                     can spell.


                                     Santa

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                                     Dear Santa,


                                     I have been a good girl all year, and
                                     the only thing I ask for is peace and
                                     joy in the world for everybody!
                                     Love, Sarah


                                     Dear Sarah,


                                     Your parents smoked pot when they had
                                     you, didn't they?


                                     Santa

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                                     Dear Santa,


                                     I don't know if you can do this, but
                                     for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy
                                     and daddy to get back together. Please
                                     see what you can do.


                                     Love, Teddy

                                     Dear Teddy,

                                     Look, your dad's banging the
                                     babysitter like a screen door in a
                                     hurricane.  Do you think he's gonna
                                     give that up to come back to your
                                     frigid mom, who rides his ass
                                     constantly?  It's time to give up that
                                     dream.  Let me send you some Legos
                                     instead.


                                     Santa

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                                     Dear Santa,


                                     I want a new bike, a Playstation 2, a
                                     train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum
                                     kit, a pony and a tuba.
                                     Love, Francis



                                     Dear Francis,


                                     Who names their kid "Francis"
                                     nowadays?  I bet you're gay.  I'll set
                                     you up with a Barbie.
                                     Santa

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                                     Dear Santa,


                                     I left milk and cookies for you under
                                     the tree, and I left carrots for your
                                     reindeer outside the back door.
                                     Love, Susan



                                     Dear Susan,


                                     Milk gives me the shits and carrots
                                     make the deer fart in my face when
                                     riding in the sleigh.  You want to do
                                     me a favor?  Leave me a bottle of
                                     Scotch.               Santa



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                                     Dear Santa,


                                     What do you do the other 364 days of
                                     the year?  Are you busy making toys?


                                     Your friend, Thomas


                                     Dear Thomas,


                                     All the toys are made in China.  I
                                     have a condo in Vegas where I spend
                                     most of my time making low-budget
                                     porno films.  I unwind by drinking
                                     myself silly and squeezing the asses
                                     of cocktail waitresses while losing
                                     money at the craps table.  Hey, you
                                     wanted to know.


                                     Santa


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                                     Dear Santa,


                                     Do you see us when we're sleeping, do
                                     you really know when we're awake, like
                                     in the song?


                                     Love, Jessica


                                     Dear Jessica,


                                     Are you really that gullible?  Good
                                     luck in whatever you do.  I'm skipping
                                     your house.


                                     Santa

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                                     Dear Santa,


                                     I really want a puppy this year.
                                     Please, please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE
                                     could I have one?         Love, Timmy





                                     Dear Timmy,


                                     That whiney begging shit may work with
                                     your folks, but that crap doesn't work
                                     with me.  You're getting a sweater
                                     again.


                                     Santa






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                                     Dearest Santa,


                                     We don't have a chimney in our house.
                                     How do you get into our home?


                                     Love, Marky





                                     Dear Mark,


                                     First stop callling yourself "Marky",
                                     that's why you're getting your ass
                                     whipped at school.  Second, you don't
                                     live in a house, you live in a
                                     low-rent apartment complex.  Third, I
                                     get inside your pad just like the
                                     boogeyman does, through your bedroom
                                     window.         Sweet dreams,  Santa

Need I say more?

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Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

JohnnySeattle