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typically i wait until december to start whining about the cold, however, we’re only a day away, and unlike annie i have nothing to sing about–even if i could sing, which i can’t, my pipes would be frozen, and there’s nothing worse than frozen pipes. pmk’s car thermometer showed -7 this morning in park city, while it wasn’t that cold here, it was certainly cold. i need to keep reminding myself there are a few benefits to winter: christmas presents and those little miniature oranges. that’s really the only positives i can muster at the moment.

it’s no secret i hate blanket text messages. i finally found something worse:

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now this is my kinda politician! if you aren’t already reading the trib out of context blog (or tommyland as i call it) you should be, go here.

my brother ben and i had family night last night, which included a trip to target rather than scripture reading. it’s better that way, trust me. the mission was to buy christmas decorations for our newly purchased retro tinsel trees–mine pink (of course!), his silver. ben’s personal mission was to buy blue balls for his tree. yes, blue balls.

i am soooo telling my mother this story next time she tells me i am her “dirty” child!

i need to let daisy see herself in the mirror–she must be under the illusion she’s a much bigger dog than she really is, because she got into a fight with a dog three times her size last night. she was lucky to only walk, err, limp away with three bites and a hurt leg.

when i took her to the very handsome vet today, i had him run some test on her as well because she..well stinks. she’s lost four pounds in the last couple of months—that’s a fourth of her body weight, so a significant amount. turns out she has a bacterial infection that’s making her not only lose weight, but fart uncontrollably. when i asked what caused the infection i was told it can be caused by emotional stress. that’s right, my dog is stressed out! not only is she a brawler, she’s a nut case. go figure.

i think it’s possible both daisy and i need a high dosage of prozac.

read here for my tribute to the game today! sadly, i wasn’t able to score a ticket this year, but i’ll be wearing my pink utah shirt and watching the game from home.

i was at the jazz/laker game tonight, but i found it hard to concentrate on the game once i realized teen wolf and the jazz bear are indeed the same person, or at least hairy relatives both in need of major electrolysis.

to read my adventures of thinking like a man go here!

i’m thankful these two numbers are on my parent’s caller id and not mine!

please excuse my grubby fingerprints; it’s the country, things are supposed to be dirty. oh, and happy thanksgiving y’all!