Jacobs Chat

Christmas Eve 2007

I wanted to see how easy it would be to post a previously written document to this blog. In other words, what would something other than text be like to copy and paste so you won’t have to do all the work here in WordPress. Well, I showed it can be done, but it was a bitch. This was a letter I wrote to Ryan at Christmas 2007. I’ll keep it up for a bit so you can enjoy the pics. I’ll write something later on what I had to go through to post it exactly like I originally wrote it.

Hello Ryan!

Well, this letter, as well as your package, got a little behind schedule but it made it. If this arrives before any recent motomails, know that I haven’t dumped writing to you. My computer system got totally fucked. Some of my problems turned out to be a virus. In my zeal to get rid of the virus, I fucked it up even worse. Now I have no Internet connection. I ordered a new PC through the computer at work and I’m just kicking back waiting for that to arrive. I haven’t really given two shits about this one. I was able to block the virus and get the basics up and running with some stability, that explains this letter, but I’m not able to get rid of the virus. I’m done fighting it for now. Compare it to having a little terrorist fuck in a building right down the road from you now. You’ve opened fired on the bastard, launched mortars and grenades, even called in air support but you can’t get the little fuck out of the building. The only option left is to nuke him. Well, I even tried nuking it. The system restore was supposed to format and restore this PC to its factory-installed settings. It restored the wrong drive. The fucking thing restored the drive I kept all my music on. I’m a little bummed right now, probably something like 1100 songs are gone. It feels like part of my soul just got ripped out. Now I’m going to wait for the new PC, transfer my pictures and other shit I want before I lose them, remove the second hard drive and try nuking the bastard again. I will get the fucking thing!

Now let’s move on to a happier note. I’ve got lots of pictures from the Christmas Eve party. I’ll pop them in and out like I did the last time and fill the gaps with text. Let’s start with your little sister. That should have gotten you choked up. Once she knew I was taking these pictures for you, I couldn’t keep her out of the camera. She is a cutie!

Here’s the only good picture I got of your mom the whole night. She kept telling me she doesn’t take good pictures. She was right!

It helps when she doesn’t have her mouth open bitching about how she hates her picture taken. This was also taken before she got too shit faced. Also in this one you can tell that Christine is on her way down the road to the buzz factory and Mark was done looking and smiling by now. Actually, I think he was saying something insulting. All the pictures I was taking were starting to piss him off. I wasn’t trying to get a lot of him, I got a good one of him early, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, all the time.

Let’s jump to your box for a bit, yep, text filler. I sent a lot of fruit because I thought all that tuna might need some help from a little roughage to keep it moving through the pipes by now, if you know what I mean. I didn’t know what kind you like but there really wasn’t much of a selection anyway. These were Costco cases. It was the best they had. I don’t eat canned fruit myself; I hope it’s okay. As for what else is in the box, well, I can’t comment on that yet. I have to go to the store to fill it up. I’ll let you know later in the letter because I probably won’t finish this tonight. Now let’s go back to some more pics. How about something Christmassy?

Here’s your tree!

Nice Tree!

And the stockings all hung in a row by the chimney with care.

No, Michael isn’t stoking the fire. He’s praying to your sock. He’s found spiritual guidance through your stocking and returns daily now, to this fireplace, and prays in front of his holy alter. J Dude, you got ripped! I think that’s a dog chew.

Here’s a quick collage of little pics with friends and family who showed up.

Leann and Pop are having fun!

So are Jeff, Ed and Deb!

Jessica is turning out to be quite a looker. The girls kept commenting on how much they liked her hair. I didn’t even recognize her at first. That’s her boyfriend. I forget what his name is.

Brian’s first Christmas Buzz!

Kathy won our ugly photo award.

Mike and Angie win the cutest couple award.

No Wait! Mike and Chris win cutest couple!

Grandma is looking merry!

Mary is looking merry!

Wow, I’m up to 8 pages already! Fuck it let’s keep going. How about some Meyer’s?

Here’s Mark and Chris. Look at Mark’s eyes. It looks like he’s really getting pissed off at that camera. I’ll have to give him a copy of this to show him what all the picture taking was for. Christ, it looks like he’s ready to rip my clicking finger off.

Nancy and Greta feeling no pain.

Here’s the proud stepfather and his June bride. Note that Christine didn’t mind all the picture taking. This was also one of your mom’s many bad pictures. Notice the mouth is open and yes, she is lit in this one.

Terry must see a spot on my camera.

And Marie looked away from the camera.

This is a nice picture of Jerry, Jake and Josh. Josh looks a little blurred. I think it’s because he’s growing so fast.

Here are a few assorted pics from the evening.

The Kitchen!

The Bartender!

The Mess!

Here was the other bartender. The drink she’s making now tasted like shit. She was putting tonic water in the martinis. Yes, she was lit and yes, she did lose her liquor license.

And here’s your little brother. The little stud’s not doing too badly. It’s too bad he doesn’t realize what big challenges women can turn out to be. Oh well, you couldn’t tell that to any of us either. It seems like we all have to find out the hard way.

Well, I think that’s it for the pics. I didn’t get one of Shane; the party broke up before he got off of work. The rest of the photos I took were either too dark, too blurry, too stupid, or too frightening. Those I used aught to hold you till our next family gathering.

I don’t know what’s going on for New Years. Leann and I are going over to her boss’ house for an eve party. A small party sounds cool but I don’t feel like doing anything else.

I did end up finishing this letter tonight. I haven’t been to the store yet but more than likely tuna and stew will be on your menu. One box turned out to be two. Some cigarettes found there way in one this time. Be careful with those things, I’ve heard they’re dangerous. I’ll see if I can’t fit some chips in there too.

I’m tired as hell now. I’m having to fix a bunch of mistakes in my typing. I think I’ll head back to bed for a few to get recharged. I don’t have much planned today. Leann’s boss gave her an exercise machine. I’ll pick up that, hit the store, try to get this to the post office, and then post a watch at the window waiting for my Dell.

Well Bud, it’s time for me to say ado. This is going to get to you in 2008 so Happy New Year Ryan! Take care and I’ll get back to you as soon as I solve my PC problems. Later Guy!