White Christmas at the Gillioz...

Five dollar ticket, $2 popcorn, a century old theater, and watching White Christmas from front center balcony--this is where the magical night began.

Surrounded by chandeliers, tight theater seats, and gilded walls, we watched Bing Crosby woo Rosemary Clooney (my dad's first crush), while Danny Kaye and Vera-Ellen danced the night away. Bing's blue eyes mesmerized us and Rosemary's voice carried us to the ski chalet in the mountains of Vermont. We left singing Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, in different octaves and spent the weekend wishing for the snow that finally fell Sunday night.

Happy Holidays...already.

Generation We

My mind is MUSH!

It's Wednesday and I'm behind on grading and everything else in my life. I have a million things about work running through my head at every second...so much so that I dream about the paperwork I have to do.

I can only say that all this distraction in my head caused me to 1.) talk back to the answering machine last night to my best friend, actually thinking she was talking to me.

And 2.) Back out of a Sonic slot this morning from getting a diet Coke and push the button to close my garage door.

Am I crazy? Let me rephrase for you: I am crazy.

When I got to work a few minutes ago...a rooster was crowing across the street. Is it just now time to get up?