I've developed my own connection to Roswell now. My Dad has been volunteering with one of the labs doing computer help which is cool. On the not so cool side, my ex's Dad who's still a father in law to me if you know what I mean (and I think you do) has been battling bladder cancer for six months or so. He's been going through a therapy regimen for sometime. Yesterday, there was an exploratory surgery to determine where the cancer stood. He's got a mid january date for his prostrate, parts of his bladder and one kidney to get taken because of things have progressed at such a rate. Basically, he opens his mouth and you'll be able to hear an ego. It's set for middle to the end of next month and one of the physicians said something about not being able to get a room till then.

I being me couldn't help but ask "You only have the one?" A little humor to lighten the load. I have good feelings about it. Aside from successfully quitting smoking, Dad-in-law is one of those folks stuck in time. My daughter showed me a picture of him that she thought was recent. Turned out to be from 91. Dude hadn't changed. He kicked smoking, doesn't eat red meat or drink any alcohol, so the omens are on his side. I've learned not to bet against him.

Same day as that was going on, I managed to make an appearance on Channel 4. I was having a day from hell, getting pulled in 9 different directions at one. It flat out wasn't good. With the cable price increases, the local media was all over the place. I got yanked up to the front counter to wait on customers (there weren't any) just as Channel 4 finishes their interview with one of my bosses and decided they needed background. I wasn't happy about it, and tried to pay it no mind. The TV guys couldn't acknowledge us, they just shot their footage. I didn't think much about till my phone rang and it was my daughter exclaiming how pissed off she thought I looked. Lil bugger was right.

Things are better on that front. I built a space for them at my place and the effort went a long way toward the 12 year old's concerns.

Christmas shopping is done. The eldest is getting hockey tickets and pregame meal at Fat Bob's. The younger terror is receiving a new stereo and the aformentioned number one son is hip dip in batman legos. My parents yearly tell me not to buy them anything. So, this year I said, I won't if you can pass on giving me the speech about buying anything. Although, if they pony up with a Red Razor, I'd be a happy camper.

Had the day off today and feel pretty renewed. Slept in, got dressed by the crack of Noon. Greeted tea time with a Coco Moco (large) at Spot and Artvoice & the News. Felt almost civilized.

Saw Matthew's post about the PMT New Year's and I believe I can make it. Yee ha, think I'll walk to it though.

Enjoy the holiday, peeps!

Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Channukah, etc and mostly importantly, Good Festivus to us all.

Peace