things making this Friday awesome

  1. Woobs got up early with me to make me a delicious breakfast sandwich and walk me to the train
  2. Co-worker brought in bagels this morning (2nd breakfast? I feel like a hobbit! And aside from likening Houston to Mordor, this is the only time you’ll hear me making a LOTR’s reference)
  3. Free massages at work! Apparently this is a regular thing??
  4. Silk City date tonight with Q & Matt to talk about the wedding!
  5. John Legend’s “Green Light.” This song has been my Friday jam for awhile and doesn’t seem to be slowing down.
  6. Co-worker posted the mix from last week’s Christmas party on the server. Now that I’ve listen to that one John Legend song about 20 times, it’s time to move on to more pump-you-up tunes!

What are some things getting YOU through the workday??

Have Yourself a Nostalgic Little Christmas…

“Nostalgia – it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels – around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.” -Don Draper, Mad Men

It still amuses me to see what kind of things dredge up the most powerful feelings of nostalgia for the days long gone. Most recently, I’ve found my heart aching while watching clips of Will Vinton’s Claymation Christmas.

Those of you who grew up in/around the 80s probably remember this once-staple in the network TV Christmas special line up. I’m not sure how many years it ran, but I can specifically remember this playing in the background one year while my family decorated the Christmas tree in the living room. I remember taking special care to unwrap all the ornaments in the box, trying to find my favorites (red hearts and metal angels, each playing its own instrument) so I could be sure I was the one to hang them and to be sure they received extra-special spots on the tree.

I guess in some ways I still rely on the magical memories from my own childhood to help jump start my Christmas spirit this time of year because those memories/the feelings of those memories are what most embody Christmas for me. I’ve been talking to quite a few people who have to make the tough decision on whether or not they are going to tell their kids the truth about Santa, and all of them have said practically the same thing: “I just wish they could one more year with the magic, you know?” And sadly, I do. I think we all do… Continue reading

The Recipe for Christmas Spirit: More lights, less milk.

As Norris and I made our way back to his car late Saturday night, bundled against the dropping temperatures, watching our breath expel in billowy tufts, I admired the block on Tasker where we parked: every house had been decorated differently, with strings of white, colored, and blue lights, blinking reindeer, light-up snowflakes, lights even hung clothesline-style from one side of the street to the next. Albeit hodgepodged, this spectacle transformed the small strip of street into a magical wonderland.

And in that moment, I fully embraced the Christmas spirit.

Christmas lights are always the thing that get me this time of year. I guess that’s the point: take the darkest time of the year and brighten it by adding twinkling lights to just about everything. It doesn’t just make the short days and cold temperatures prettier; it makes them bearable.

But beyond the twinkle lights, the many festivities of the past weekend helped get into that nostalgic, excited mindset, first starting with our Christmas office party Friday night. Continue reading