Pomplamoose. This band is the current love of my life and what I listen to all day at work. And sometimes at the gym. And sometimes in the car. And what I sing while cooking dinner. Also, her cover of Beat It makes my heart soar.
Oxford shoes. I have been dying for some for a year now, and I finally splurged on two different pairs with some Christmas money. James thinks they look like old man shoes, but I am in love. The kind of love that helps me sort of understand why someone might consider an outfit post. I can't wait to wear them once the subzero temperatures don't force me to wear wool socks and boots. And when I say subzero, I mean the windchill will be -30 to -40 later today.
The West Wing. I finished it this weekend and I'm still depressed. I've even been dreaming about it. It was just so darn good and everything ended exactly how I wanted it to. I don't know what to do now that I won't be hearing Josh Lyman screaming out of the TV every night.
Surprise Christmas bonuses. Last year, at my job from hell, an announcement was made at the Christmas party that we would be getting bonuses. My bonus? A KEYCHAIN. This year our boss surprised us with real bonuses, my first one ever. Friday was a very good day.
Sherlock. Twenty minutes into this show and I think I'm hooked for life. BBC forever <3
Do not love:
The radio. I didn't have the cord to hook up my iPod to the stereo one day last week, so I turned on the radio for the first time in YEARS on the drive home from work. At the risk of sounding like an 80 year old, I am APPALLED at music these days. It is horrible. Every song made my ears bleed, and since when is COME AND GET IT NA-NA-NA-NA-NA repeated for 3 minutes considered good music? No. It just confirmed that I still am and always will be a music snob.
The week between Christmas and New Years. I dread this week every year. It makes me cranky and sad that Christmas is over and there is nothing left to live for. Well, there is, but that's how I feel after Christmas. I'm in a funk for a good two weeks. And don't get me started on how much I don't like New Years Eve. I love fresh starts and starting a new year, but I am anti-NYE. I haven't gone out or to a party since high school. Now I stay home with my family and play games and listen to music in my flannel pajamas and I'm usually sound asleep by midnight. It's been working well for me. Plus, I'd rather wake up refreshed and energized on New Years Day than sluggish and hungover.
Also, word to the wise. Watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang while taking down the tree will make is so much less painful. Once again, at the risk of sounding elderly, Dick Van Dyke is the man.
The USPS. I don't mean to be whiny, but I've had it. I ordered something at the beginning of December that didn't arrive until Christmas Eve. The tracking never updated, and when I called my local post office they were rude and absolutely zero help, and then they delivered my package two weeks after the anticipated delivery date. They constantly give us the wrong mail, and when we have a package delivered, they stand at the bottom of the flight of stairs in front of our 2nd story townhouse and throw the box as hard as they can so it hits the building and bounces. I'm just glad nothing has broken yet. I was slyly watching out the window a few weeks ago and saw it happen, and then James saw it Saturday and confronted the mailman who responded by screaming at James. We along with our landlords have filed dozens of complaints and nothing is getting better. I might never order anything again.
Incorrect weather forecasts. I know predicting the weather is hard, but don't tell me we're going to get 4-8 inches of snow when really it's going to be in the 40s and the snow we do have melts. All I want is a blizzard. Though I will admit the lack of snow makes my morning commute much less stressful. But if you're going to lie to me about a snow day, be prepared to handle my therapy bills.
Not having PBS. I couldn't watch Downton Abbey last night when it aired. It nearly killed me. I'm hoping beyond hope that it will be online when I get home tonight. But at least I have Sherlock, right?