IT'S MY PARTY AND I'LL BRAG IF I WANT TO...

I went to my company Christmas party like I wake up on my birthday – depressed and with low expectations. And apparently, that made for a winning combination last night, as a good time was had by all. Well, at least by me. By some miracle of God or maybe just an error in gathering financial reports, I received the Outstanding Producer Award for 2008. How in the world did that happen? I spent the past year in a frenzied state of mind or in another state altogether fueling a relationship doomed for failure. Again, another winning combination. Who knew? Should this pattern continue - with my quarter-life crisis, painfully nostalgic heart and geographical discontentment - I'm bound to have an amazing 2009. YAY!

Shocked and awed,
GB

Making out with my award before they realize they gave it to the wrong person...

I swear, she doesn't look at the camera just to frustrate me. And it works...


Good times...

At the tail end of my Funky Town turtle dance...

My sanity for the night...


I love them...

WOE, WOE, WOE IS ME...

Dear Linus,

My blanket can beat up your blanket.

Dukes up,
GB

'CAUSE YOU'RE MY NUMBER ONE...

See this picture here. That’s my ex with my most prized possession, the (one and only) green blankie. He makes me cry; the blankie makes me better. And I love them both. Together, they inspired this attempt at a blog page and have deservedly earned first-post-subject honors. Congrats.

Now if I could only come up with things to say...

Tangled up in blue (and green),
GB