The Ten List

It’s almost Christmas, ya’ll. Twenty years ago, my brother and I were huddled in our beds, side by side, waiting for the slightest creak from the attic. Just some kind of warning that nine reindeer, a fat-ass elf, and a sleigh were hurdling out of the cosmos and onto our rooftop. In hindsight, I realize how idiotic the theory was. I mean, we had one hell of a steep roof. And while it was plenty strong to hold a couple feet of snow, it sure as hell wouldn’t have supported a small herd of elk. You’d think I would have been smart enough to realize.
Anyway- in our stupidity, we would have a conversation in our beds about what we were thankful for. It was a feeble last ditch effort to get on the fat man's good side. We would have paid him off if we could. But we didn’t have any money. We were ten.

So here’s the ten list of what I’m thankful for:

1.) A healthy family. We apparently have had enough close encounters with death that Mr. Reaper skipped us this year.
2.) Kick-ass friends. No seriously. My friends can kick your ass.
3.) A hot car.
4.) A post MBA career. I will be a prostitute. Just wait until you see the things I learned in class.
5.) Thirty years of wisdom and the ability to still act like a dumb-ass teenager.
6.) A full head of my own hair.
7.) Good jeans.
8.) Better genes.
9.) A future plan.
10.) A beautiful boyfriend that inspires me to be a better person.

So I’m curious, what’s on your list?

Recess

I realize it's been quite a while since I've re-visited Nochd. After Thanksgiving, I dove into the hell that was known as "The End Of The Semester". In college, finals never seemed quite as daunting. Perhaps I was too drunk to care. However, over this last month I just didn't have an original thought outside of regressing census data or constructing a Pert chart. As quickly as the EOTS approached, it is now over and now I am happy to let my mind atrophy for the next six weeks. I jumpstarted the decay process last night by watching "War Of the Worlds". The movie could be significantly improved if all dialogue was replaced by alien tug boat sounds.
Considering my school hiatus, I am determined to get a little jiggy with Nochd. Perhaps some format changes- in the least, a proliferation of postings. (Sans alliteration.)
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