My brother got me some sweet Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pants for Christmas. They're pretty comfy. I generally don't wear pajama pants, usually opting for a pair of shorts, but these are nice. I could get used to this.
Adventures in snow moving:
I got to the shop around 9 Friday morning and returned at 11:30 that night. My only "break" was to walk into Wal-Mart long enough to pee and buy a bag of beef jerky and two bottles of water. This actually wasn't the longest day of my life - I've had a few 6:30a.m. to 11:30p.m. nights doing field work when rain was coming - but this was different. Field work gives you an opportunity to get out and wander around a little bit, and you're usually only going 5-6 mph. Moving snow is a lot different. You're going as fast as possible all the time, dodging curbs, light poles, parked cars, and Mexicans that think it's fun to climb on top of the huge pile of snow you're building. Yes, I understood your sign language. No, I'm not going to stop so you can take a picture. I have shit to do. You would think the people walking in and out of Wal-Mart would stay out of the way of a 40,000 pound tractor, but no. They apparently don't know that tractors don't stop like cars. I was told that usually it's not this hectic, as we'll usually work late at night/early in the morning, but this snow came at a weird time. It sucked missing New Year's eve and messing up our weekend plans, but the money is nice. The jury is out on whether or not I'll do this next year. I guess I'll give it more time.
We took down our Christmas stuff today. It made me extremely sad. I didn't want to take the tree down, but I suppose it was time. It was something about our first Christmas together - I didn't want it to end. I thought about saving a sprig of the tree, but dismissed it. Setting the tree on fire was kind of hard. Shay was so happy the night we got it, then I had to use a bread knife to trim it, which made her laugh, which made me mad, which made her laugh even more. I don't know. I'm such a softy about the weirdest things. I felt bad leaving the tree in ashes. I wish we could've planted it in the yard somehow. I started wondering what next Christmas will bring. Will we be parents? Homeowners? Landowners? In the poor house? In the dog house? Most likely the nut house. I can't wait until next Christmas. The tree will go up the weekend after Thanksgiving next year.