A Christmas Story

Briana and I celebrated our first married Christmas at home by ourselves. It was nice and relaxing, but also a little strange not being with family. Our weekend progressed as such:

Saturday was a pretty lazy day. Our plan was to get a few things done, then attend mass. We seemed to remember it being at 7pm, though we didn't bring home a bulletin to be sure. I called the church and tried to get a mass schedule with no luck. Later that day I went by to see if it was either on the sign or if I could get in and get a schedule. No luck on both accounts.

About 5:30, Briana came in and said "I have a bad feeling mass is at 5 and the Spanish mass is at 7." Not much we could do, but we got ready and left for the 7:00. Sure enough, it was all hispanic people filing in. We headed home and watched It's a Wonderful Life. Speaking of which, when was the last time it was acutally on TV on Christmas Eve?

We got up the next morning, went to mass, then came home and made a nice Christmas brunch. We figured that would be easier to make for two than a Christmas dinner. We opened presents and had a nice relaxing day.

About 5:30 we decided we should go grab dinner, as we had basically nothing to eat at home and no desire to cook anything anyway. We headed out to grab a fancy fast food meal. It being a small town, we drove all around finding that every place was closed.

Well, everything... except the Chinese restaurants.

Deck the halls with boughs of horry, ra ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra.

New alansbrain.com!

After a bit over a month of work, I've published the website in complete .net and CSS beauty! I've got a little work to make it complete, but it's at 97%, which is good enough to go live.

Training

So I'm in this training class this week. It amazes me that people show up and don't pay attention because they feel like they have to work still. This guy I'm sitting by has his laptop open with his inbox up. When he gets an email, he checks his vibrating Crackberry, then actually reads the email on his laptop. Later he chimes in to conversations he's not paying attention to in the first place.

His supervisor obviously approved him being in the class, meaning he approved him NOT working for the three days. This also seems to indicate that life in his group will go on while he's not checking email every second.

There should be a 12 step program for email addiction.

Inaugural Post!

Welcome to my new blog! My original intent was to develop my own XML to create a blog, but it would take way too long to get up and running. Instead I've set one up at http://www.blogger.com and have it post to my site. Check back soon for actual content!