Christmas, Christmas Time is Here

So, I’ve been doing some thinking as I am wont to do while walking from point A to point B, taking the wide world in through my hyper-sensitive eyes, and I’ve come up with a New Year’s Resolution.

Declaration of Intent: I am creating a charity budget.  I have discovered that I earn more money than approximately 70% of Americans, yet I give considerably less than 1% of my annual income to charitable organizations.  I have decided to amend this injustice, and in 2012 I will create a budget specifically for donating no less than 1.5% of my annual income to charity.

It just seems right.

My other resolution is to dress up in a suit more often and sing for Meredith.

In other news, Meredith and I went to The Quiet Storm, Live last night and it was delightful.  On the bill for that night with my haphazard rankings on a scale of 1 to 10 (1 being atrocious, 10 being “OMFG, that’s incredible!”): Jon B (2), H-Town (7), Surface (6), The Force MDs (3), Al B Sure (3), and Brian McKnight (5,000).  Seriously, if you get the opportunity to see Brian McKnight anytime (hehe) soon, do it!  His show is incredibly intimate and a salute to fine music, all around.  And he’s funny, too.

Christmas is next Saturday and I just have one question for the blogging community:  What the fuck should I get for my wife?  (and don’t say Keytar; I’m already considering that)

And the forum is open…

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About ericmcclanahan

I am completely average in every way. Average height, average weight, average intelligence, average ethnicity, average American standard of mental illness. Hell, I think I might even be average-aged. I am exceptionally average, and I lead an average life. Why, then, am I incapable of seeing it as anything other than a Fractured Fable of unlimited beauty and horror playing out before me?
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