12.21.2005

 

Christmas Baking

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My only opportunity this year at Christmas cookie baking. Boo. I love to bake Christmas stuff but I just don’t have the time. (I really LOVE to eat it…) These are for the family dinner we are having on Friday night at Tante Lula’s house in New Braunfels. Tante Lula is my aunt by marriage. She’s married to my Uncle Sammy, who is also my Mom’s brother. There’s a very long standing joke there. My family will get it.

Anyway, Tante will be making the family favorite, Rouladen. And potato balls. And Anita Kay will provide the German style red cabbage. YUM! The whole fam damily will be there… except my uncle who lives near Savannah Georgia. He became a Grandpa this year… he and his family don’t get to come visit much. But all the snot-nosed children will be there! Heh heh. We have a new baby girl in the gourp named Kendall. She was born in October. Can’t wait to meet her!


I've had a lovely cold/allergy issue since Saturday. I don't know if it's a cold or cedar fever. I'm losing my voice which makes it hard to work. Speaking of work, I had a man leave me a voice mail today demanding my cell phone number since he could never reach me by phone. When I called him back, I mentioned that giving him my cell phone number would not help since I'm typically already on the phone or perhaps in the ladies room if I don't answer. Sheesh. Shut him up fairly quickly. Oh, and I had another customer, whom I sent paperwork to more than 3 weeks ago, ask if I could meet him this coming Saturday to go over it, and he's closing before the end of the year. Um, yeah, right. I felt like David Spade from the Capital One commercials... NO! Wait a minute! ... NO! It's Christmas Eve dumbass! He called back today and told me he could meet on Friday. Must be a Christmas Miracle! I guess I'm not allowed a life. I'm all about customer service, but make your demands reasonable people!

Okay. I try not to talk much aboiut work here. Don't want to get fired. Big Brother may be watching.

Night all!

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