I was at a dinner party the other night when the topic of vacation time came up. I have two weeks vacation and every single one of those days is planned out already on Jan. 1st. Two people at the dinner party had over a week left of vacation that they were not taking, would not be paid for and would not be allowed to carry over into 2007. I honestly can't comprehend how someone could waive hard earned vacation. To me it's just another symptom of how the American work world is getting way out of whack. It's not that these people don't want vacation, it's that they are afraid to take it. When I was growing up, more than once my parents took a three week vacation. Not only do I not have three weeks vacation despite being 11 years out of college, but even if I did, my employer would not let me take the three weeks all at once. So much for that trip to Europe I guess. Still, I guarantee you this, I will take every day I have coming. When you get to the point where you are afraid to take off for vacation, then it's time to rethink your life.

I really can't stand the fact that Oprah is on the cover of her magazine every single month. Not only that, but it is only Oprah. I don't recall her ever sharing the cover with anyone else. The pictures are always the same, "Look at me, I'm Oprah and I'm frolicking." I know it's her magazine but what's the sense of putting her face on the cover every month? It seems so vain to me.

As I mentioned awhile back, I'm trying to get my wife knocked up; and I never would have thought sex could be such hard work. We've always had good sex, but now that it is for a purpose, I've found it to be pretty difficult. Take last night for example. I was notified that "today is a good day." Right in the middle of a perfectly good video game. I don't know what it is with women but they seem to hate the fact that men play video games. I played online with another friend last night who got off abruptly. He told me today that his wife came into the office and chewed him out for playing this game for two hours. Anyway, so my wife goes to bed and I start brushing my teeth trying to figure out how I'm going to get in the mood to do the deed. So as I'm brushing my teeth, I start "multi-tasking" with my free hand... and it's unusually tough going. I start running through my head some of my favorite porno clips. I feel like Dirk Diggler after he took the drugs. Finally I'm up enough for action. My wife and I start going at it and it's some of the worst sex ever. I kept my eyes closed trying to keep this train moving. She must have known something was up because she kept asking me what I was thinking. "Nothing!" I really had to delve into the depth of the most hardcore nasty porno thoughts I could come up with but it wasn't to be. 15 minutes of non-stop pumping and I just couldn't go on. It really sucks because my wife is a beautiful woman who turns heads at the gym. I think it's the pressure. When there's no pressure we have the usual quality sex. You know it's quality when I don't last long.

I've come to a conclusion this morning that is largely undebatable: Monica Bellucci is the most beautiful woman over 40 in the world entire.

I noticed today that the plants in my office had not been watered in a couple weeks so I took my water bottle to the water cooler and filled it up. On the third return trip to the water cooler I emptied the last contents of the water jug into my bottle. I took the jug off and was just about to replace it with another when I noticed two dark objects in the bottom of the receiver. I looked closer and saw that they were two big dead centipedes. Yuck! How long have they been in there and how much of that water did I drink. I don't even want to think about it. I cleaned them out and replaced the water jug. Next to the water cooler was an unopened pack of bottled water. I opened it and grabbed three.