You know, I don't care. I'm keeping my dress. I'll wear it to the grocery store if I can't find somewhere else to wear it!

I came to work this morning and was immediately slammed with new requests. My phone was ringing off the hook and almost every time I'd get back to work on something, someone else would show up in my office. I think I'm finally done for now. I helped set the tables at the Davidson center and everything looks really nice. Well, as nice as a building can look when it's got a big ass rocket hanging from the ceiling. If you are coming to the event tonight, you can find me stuffed into a blue flight suit at the back of the room at the 3rd stage section of the Saturn V. Don't forget to say hello!

By the way, if you've tried to text message me or call my cell phone, please don't think I'm ignoring you. My battery has crapped out and I'm probably going to have to get another one. I still love you, I promise!

Now, I am going to rest for a moment or two before my office phone rings again!

I AM SO PISSED OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, so we all know I'm supposed to be working at the big party tomorrow, right? Well, unlike last time, I knew that I'd be required to wear the stupid flight suit well before hand. I didn't like it, but I was completely resigned to that fact.

THEN, the team leader that I'm working with meets me one afternoon and says "Nah, don't wear a flight suit. You'll need to wear a cocktail dress instead." So, yay and stuff, and then I spent a great deal of money and time going out to buy something to wear.

However, several days later I got another e-mail asking me if I had a flight suit, which I do have, so I began to wonder what I was supposed to do. This morning I asked my boss and she thought it was supposed to be a flight suit, but she said she didn't know, and to ask my team leader again. So I asked the team leader again, she said to wear the dress. THEN I get another e-mail from her a couple of hours later, and she tells me to wear the flight suit after all.

Seriously, this is just getting pretty damn annoying. I can not stand it when something of so little importance becomes complicated. Not only that, but I spent a lot of money on clothes I'm not going to get to wear. Now I'm going to have to take everything back, which pisses me off even more, because I really liked my new dress.

Now, If you will excuse me, I'm going to go break something.

Duuuuuuuuuuuude, I'm tired.

As I expected, the people in charge of the party this Thursday seemed to remember that they needed signs and I've been inundated with requests. I've been working almost constantly since Saturday morning, which is saying something for me because I am an "As Needed" kind of employee and usually have breaks in between projects. For some reason, a ton of other projects have landed in my lap too, but I'm ignoring them until I get this stuff done. That's not going to go over too well with some people, but they can bite me. Oh well, at least I've gotten the biggest projects out of the way for now. Now I just have to go and do some detail work.

Last night after dinner, I was lying on the couch trying to talk myself into painting my nails, but I was too tired to do that. I think I went to bed at about 8:30. :)

I don't mean to complain or anything, my job isn't hard at all, it's just tedious. I feel very much like George Jetson pushing his button over and over again all day. Oh well, at least I'm not picking potatoes, right?

...and because no one can get enough information about me: A meme called FIRSTS.

Please, post on your own blog if you want. : )

1. Who was your FIRST prom date?
Jason Harris

2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
No, but I Googled him and know where he lives in case I want to stalk him.

3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
Margarita/

4. What was your FIRST job?
I was a snow-cone girl. I made snow cones.

5. What was your FIRST car?
1983 Chrysler LeBaron. It was gold. It was huge. I called it Goldzilla.

6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?
No one today. Bastards.

7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
Harry Potter, I think.

8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?
Mrs. Stender

9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
Miami

10. Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?
Her name was LeAnne and no.

11. Who was your FIRST kiss?
Urg....Jason Harris. Don't make fun, please.

12. Where was your FIRST sleep over?
LeAnne's house

13. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?
God

14. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time
My cousin Carol.

15. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?
I let the dogs out.

16. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?
John Michael Montgomery

17. FIRST tattoo or piercing?
Ears

18. FIRST foreign country you went to?
Mexico

19. First movie you remember seeing in the theater?
The Muppets Take Manhattan

20. When was your FIRST detention?
I didn't ever get detention that I remember.

21. What was the FIRST state you lived in?
AL

22. Who was the FIRST person to really break your heart?
Kevin

23. Who was your first roommate?
My sister Angie

24. Who was your FIRST date with?
Jason Harris.

25. Who will be the FIRST to repost this?
I don't know.

I won't bore you with all of the details of my weekend as they are scattered and uninteresting for the most part. However, I am going to complain a bit and then go on my way.

Saturday morning I went to work. I had taken Friday off so that I could TCB that would probably not have gotten done if I had waited. My brain worked it out like this: I take Friday off to do my personal business while everyone else was at work & I'll work on Saturday while all of my office mates are at home! My main problem was that my boss wouldn't leave the stinking printer alone long enough for me to print out what I needed to do. Granted, he was busy printing giant banners for the Davidson Gala, but I was beyond giving a flying rat's rear about that. I was basically in a holding pattern because I couldn't use the printer. I figured that with him gone, I could do what I needed to do and be on my way.

It seemed like a good plan.

My day started out nicely when I sliced open the base of my pointy finger on my left hand with a serrated bread knife while trying to cut open a bagel. The bleeding was most copious, but I got a Hot Wheels band-aid on it and went on my way. When I got to work, I had to crawl across the roof of the museum and kick open a door so that I could break into the room where the computer that works the big printer is located. Yes, I am so badass. :) Apparently, they don't believe that the sign and display artist needs a key to get into the room. After I fixed the lock, I went to the printer to change over to the paper I needed and realized that the boss has used all of the magenta ink and hadn't bought any replacements. *GROAN* So I had to find an old one that had some ink in it and print as many signs as I could before it ran out again. It wasn't so much that I needed the magenta ink, but the dumb printer will not print anything at all if one of the ink cartridges is empty. While waiting on my signs to print, I saw two e-mails from my boss that sucked the blood right out of my head. One was a request that I take all of the banners he had printed and add grommets to them. We have to do this with a hammer, as our business doesn't have one of those convenient little grommet punchie things. After destroying several grommets and punching a hole into the not-so-self healing mat on my drafting table, I finally figured out how to set them. Of course, then I whammed my left hand pointy finger with the hammer. I invented a few new curse words I think! : ) The other e-mail was a forward from someone who *whoops!* forgot to tell me about some signs that needed to be ready by Tuesday for when they decorate the Davidson Gala tables. When I realized how many they were going to need, I almost wet myself. With the new signs that were requested as well as the signs I already had to make, I had a grand total of 239 signs that have to be done by Tuesday. I had 239 signs and no magenta ink. Well, just as I was figuring out how I was going to do all of this, guess who shows up? If you guessed my boss, you'd be right. Do you know what he was here to do? Oh yes, he was here to print more banners. Do you know what that meant? My signs had to be cleared out of the print spooler so that he could get started on them. Oy, vey. Well, at least he was able to go to another office and steal one of their ink cartridges. For the last couple of hours I was here, I was basically waiting for him to leave the stupid printer alone so that I could use it. However, that wasn't to be. Just as I decided to leave, Sam (my boss) came into my office and told me that I needed to cut out a vinyl sign that was about 13 feet long. So I had to do that before I left. I never did get to print again that night and I was here an hour longer than I had intended. It's a really good thing I like both my job and my boss!

Sunday night I had to go back to work and finish my printing. Luckily the print room had been left unlocked and no one came in to interrupt me.

The universe is once again in alignment and all is right with the world. :)

I saw Cloverfield on Friday and I loved it.

I'm going to talk about it, so if you don't want to read any spoilery type things, please be on your way. Have a nice day!

OK, now for everyone who is left, let me elaborate. First off, I wasn't expecting Citizen Kane when I walked into the theater. In fact, I went to the theater prepared to be completely disappointed. I knew that it was going to be a "Monster attacks Manhattan and rips things apart" movie. I have a deep and abiding love for movies where well known landmarks are destroyed in spectacular ways. This is one of the reasons that Independence Day will always be one of my favorite movies. It's perverse, I know, but that's just how I roll. So, this movie was not only a good monster flick, but it was the most violent love story I've ever seen.

If you've heard anything about this movie, you've probably heard that it is shot from the first person perspective of a character in the film. Of course, as with any home movie, the camera shakes, rolls and whips around like crazy. I've heard that it actually made a lot of people sick, but it didn't bother me except for the fact that it was a little disorienting until the movie progresses. In all honesty, this shaky camera work and character perspective is the reason the movie was so good. It's a gimmick, according to film reviews I've read, but it is what made the difference between a run of the mill monster flick and really good movie that made me ball up in my seat and pull my jacket over my face a couple of times. The fact that you see things from the point of view of a participant, even if they are involved in a highly unlikely situation, forces you to get more involved in the story. There aren't any cut-aways or side stories, and you are basically seeing this terrible thing the way you would see it if you were there. One point of view, one story. We only get glimpses of the Big Scary Monster, but that makes it all the better! You don't exactly know what you're scared of or what it is, but you know you have to get away from it or it will eat you. Of course, most of us would have tossed the camera away much sooner than our friend Hud (who was the one filming everything) but who knows what some people will do when they are running for their lives, right? One thing about the movie that seems to drive a lot of viewers nuts, is the fact that you never learn any facts about what is going on. You never find out what happens to the characters (well, most of them) and you never find out what the thing is or where it came from. That was fine with me, though. I believe there should be more mysteries in life anyways. :)

All in all, the movie was fun. It was much more fun than many other movies I've seen for a long time. It's not to everyone's taste, granted, but it is a good way to spend an hour and a half not thinking about anything complicated. : )

Oh, and the most important thing, the Star Trek trailer was on this movie and I made a complete geek of myself about it.

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) Looking back, I think I've been kind of hard on the idea of Valentine's Day. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not going soft in my old age. I still think it's silly and nothing more than a money machine for card and chocolate businesses. However, I'm sure for people into that kind of thing, it's kind of fun. I had time to reflect on V-Day yesterday as I perused the local Ghetto Kroger for milk and tea, and I realize that what originally turned me off of the "holiday" were reasons of the sour-grape variety. I suppose that from the time I was old enough to care about boys and boyfriends, I always wanted someone to "make a fuss." However, by some weird kink in the universe, I have notoriously dated and ultimately married a series of the least romantic men in the universe. (Sorry Steve, but you know it's true.) If I dated someone who had a romantic streak, for some reason I never knew they had one until I saw what they were like when they were with other girls. I used to be bitter about this, but not so much any more. At any rate, the beginning of my issues with the day all stemmed from the fact that none of them ever made a fuss. I realize how selfish and silly this sounds now, but at the time it was important. Now, please don't think that this is a cry for anyone to tell Steve to go overboard on a day he KNOWS I refuse to celebrate! Seriously, if he did anything like that for me now, I think I'd probably not enjoy whatever it was because I'd be wondering what was going on. Like, is he dying, am I dying, did he buy a life size Millennium Falcon and sold our house and cars to pay for it? I suppose I just never thought about it before, at least not academically, and the core of the matter kind of surprised me. Oh well, it's never plesant to find out you have a petty streak, but when you DO know you have one, it's easier to get rid of it. : )

2) Last night I removed my dad from my e-mail address book. Afterwards, I cried so hard I thought I was going to throw up. I'm glad Steve wasn't home, because I think seeing me like that would have scared him. But then again, I try not to cry in front of him or anyone else if I can help it. I didn't know that picking the stitches out of life would be so hard. I tend to walk into these "pockets of sad" when I least expect it and they are usually painful and violent. However, they are mercifully short in duration. I'm not sorry about them, though. I know enough now to realize that everytime I do burst out crying, it's like a distillation process inside of myself. When I cry, I get rid of the part that hurts and keep the parts that are good to remember. Eventually I know it will be OK. I think that what scares me the most about all of this, is that unless I die before everyone else I love, I'm going to have to feel like this all over again someday. Yuck.

3) Yesterday I received my very last Christmas gift and so far I've enjoyed it a great deal! My Aunt Brenda had pre-ordered Stephen King's latest novel, Duma Key, for me and I have been eating it up in chunks. So far, it's not very much like any of his other books, but it's still been very good. I won't tell you what it's about, in case you decide to read it, but I am already about a third of the way through it and seriously considered calling in sick today so I could keep reading. I didn't, sadly, but I wanted to. I hope it continues to be as good as it has been so far! I love it when a book grabs on to me like that! Unfortunately for me, I tend to read the good ones so fast that they are over before I'm ready. Oh, well, it's worth it.

4) If you look to the right of my blog, you'll see the Flickr badge that shows you all of the pictures I've taken so far for Photogamer. I actually take much better pictures than the ones that are on that site, but since I have to take a new one every day, sometimes style has to suffer for substance. Yesterday the photo subject was shoes. Shoes. Heh... Anyways, I took a picture of the cowboy boots I was wearing (shut up) and posted them, and the admin of another photo pool asked if they could add it to their site. That kind of thing probably happens to everyone else a lot, but it was the first time for me and it gave me a warm fuzzy. :) Oh, and sometimes I cheat and send pictures that I took a long time ago, but don't tell anyone!

JUST FOR FUNZIES!

I just found this fun, albeit silly, meme thingie and I thought I'd do it. You should do it too!

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random - The first article title is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 - The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ - The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Do you like the new look? It was kind of an accident when I was fooling around with the "Format" button on blogger.com. For some reason, I just thought I could go back to whatever I had before if I didn't like how this looked. However, I was wrong. It completely deleted my old HTML code. :( Oh well, it was time for a new look, anyways. Right?

I only happened to realize well after the fact, that I chose the same blog template as Steve's cousin Greg. It wasn't on purpose, but I'll let him think that I just wanted to be like him. For a while, anyways!

Guess what I've been doing!

I was asked to help put together a video slide show for M.V.F. Kenny. Apparently, there was a massive 1/2 inch of snow in Birmingham and he wanted to show the world his Grizzly Adams-like survival skills in the face of such a life-changing blizzard.

He took the pictures, did the voice over and supplied the directions on how it was supposed to be put together. I just did the Kelly thing on my end. He gives me way, way, way too much credit for the end product. You can see it here:

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) Sulfuric Acid smells bad! This weekend, Steve and I had to deal with one of our drains being clogged. I kept pouring drain cleaner into the darned thing and nothing ever happened. I came to the conclusion that whatever was wrong with the drain was one of two things: A) the pipe had actually collapsed or B) there was a hedgehog stuck down there. Since none of the drain cleaners we had were doing anything, Steve went to Lowe's and bought some of the nastiest looking stuff I'd ever seen. It was a thick, black, suspension/liquid that came in a bottle that was pre-wrapped in a thick plastic bag. On the back label, the first aid directions took up 3/4 of the space and the last little bit was dedicated to actual usage directions. We had to have masks, gloves, protective eye wear, and a measuring cup that could be thrown away once we were done. As Steve donned the protective clothing, I stood by (wearing my mask, of course) and read the directions to him as he did the actual dirty work. My favorite part was when he was leaning over the drain just as I got to the part of the directions that said (paraphrased for ease here) "Once the two cups of Drain Cleaner of Death have been poured in, place a heavy bowl or container over open drain due to the chance of back flow of explosive hot acid." Steve jumped up with the same look on his face as Brody from "Jaws" when he first got a glimpse of the shark! We had to let it work for about 15 minutes and it apparently obliterated whatever was in the drain. It also made our entire house smell like rotten eggs and fried hedgehog. It was quite gross. However, the drain is working just fine now, so...you know...there's that!

2) I was very saddened to hear about the death of the son of Rick Burgess, one half of the Rick and Bubba radio show. He was only 2 years old. He somehow got out of the house and fell into his family's pool and drowned. My nephew was at the youth conference that Mr. Burgess was speaking at when he got the news of his son, and he called my sister and told her. It's weird. I don't know these people at all, but when you listen to someone almost every day, you kind of feel like they are your friends. It's very sad, and I hope they are able to heal.

3) I called it! There wasn't the least bit of snow up here in North Alabama this weekend. I decided at about 6:30 Friday night that I wanted to go out and get something to eat. Steve was not home, so I didn't want to go to the trouble of cooking. I also decided, since I was out, to go and get the milk I needed. I just figured that anyone who wanted to laugh at me just plain sucked, because they didn't know we were actually just out of milk! Strangely enough, Target was almost completely deserted when I got there. It was very creepy. Since the bread and milk were almost gone, I supposed to locusts has already descended and gone home. I got my milk, muffins, bagels and cookie dough. I was ready for anything! Unfortunately, it didn't snow. I wish it had. It didn't even have to stick, but I love watching snow fall. It's so peaceful. Oh well, maybe next year.

4)I had the weirdest dream the other night! I won't go through it all, but the part that I remember the best was that I was part of a cast of a television show. I had been on the show in the past, but left for some reason and was just coming back. Unfortunately, my original role had been re-cast, so I had to be given a much smaller part. The strange thing was that I had been on that show playing myself! The fact that I had been re-cast didn't really bother me until I met the woman who had been given my part. She was very nice and apologetic about taking over my role, but she also made it very clear that she wouldn't give it up under any circumstances. I kept telling her it was OK, but the more I told her I was fine with it, the more argumentative she became. It was strange standing there arguing with someone who was in a "Kelly" costume. I finally just walked away from her, but I can remember that I felt a little smug because she was apparently playing me during the "Bad Haircut of the Year 2000" part of my life. Very strange dream.

Ah, so this explains it!

Okay, seriously, watch this clip.

It's basically a blow by blow as to how a "Pop Star" is created when the singer in question has no singing talent what so ever. I should be in complete awe at what technology can do these days, but in the deepest recesses of my soul it bugs me a teeny little bit. It seems kind of unfair!

Oh well, cest la vie! At least I know I don't have to be processed like Velveeta to sound decent!

Oh, and the 30 second clip of Erica Badu is hilarious in this. : )

Want.

Crap.

I need milk, but I don't want to go to the grocery store because someone up here on the news happened to mention the word "Snow." I mean, I could go and fight off an old woman for a gallon of milk so that I can have Ovaltine tomorrow, but will it be worth it?

Nah. I'll just wait until tomorrow when we are supposed to have this alleged snow and buy it then. I live three minutes from Target and/or Publix. I think I can risk it, don't you? ; )

It's not even going to snow up here anyways. I think we all know that, don't we? It'll go south of us if it even happens down there. Ugh. People around here haven't got much sense when it comes to weather.

moar cute puppy pictures

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) Do you know what this is?
This is a Lego Nazi. Well, it doesn't have insignia on it or anything, but it is a soldier from an Indiana Jones Lego set from the movie "Last Crusade" and in the movie, the soldier chasing both Indy and his dad was a Nazi.

I just thought that was kind of weird. Maybe not as weird as having a Lego set at our age, but suck it, Indiana Jones is awesome.

We also have a tiny little Lego Harrison Ford and a Lego Sean Connery to go along with the Lego Nazi!





2) Yay! I found out yesterday that a friend of mine will be working in the media room during the Davidson Center grand openeing! Brian will be there to show streaming video of the lighting of the Saturn V for al.com! Someone who doesn't actually work with me finally gets to see how sexy I look in a blue flight suit! Oy vey.

3) My back has almost gotten back to normal, thank you very much. I think it turned out to be compressed disks in my neck. I have that problem from time to time because of the way I hold my head when I'm concentrating. I've always tilted my head to the right if I'm sitting still. I've done it since I was a baby. It doesn't bother me most of the time because I rarely have to sit so still for very long. However, since I've been working on the DCSE stuff for the gala, I've had to sit still for hours and it finally caught up with me. Luckily, with patience and a shiatsu massage chair, it's going away. I have no idea if I spelled shiatsu correctly. :)

4) Do you remember when I told you about what I did over Christmas and how I thought I had walked in on a conversation about me ever having kids because everyone got quiet when I came into the room? I asked my sister a couple of Sundays ago if that is what they were talking about. It actually turns out that my cousins were talking about how I never seemed like the kind of person who would ever bake cookies or do anything so home-makery, so they were talking about how funny it was that I had baked and decorated those gingerbread people. Apparently my sister misheard when one of my cousins said "Baking" and thought that she had said "Birthing." Since Angie thought that someone asked if I was getting ready to have kids, she kind of got snarky and said "What, Kelly? I really DON'T think so!" and that's when I walked in. My mom said that everyone got quiet because it seemed like such a mean thing to say, especially when it was obvious that I was, in fact, capable of baking cookies and other such domestic activities! It was so funny! : ) Poor Angie!

JUST THOUGHT I'D SHARE

I actually have quite a collection of random crocheted things that I made over the Christmas holidays. I did a few of these at work since things were slow, but don't tell my boss!

This is Dana. I am hoping to make several more of these in different colors for Dia de las Muertas (or whatever it's called). I had to modify the pattern that I found online, so I'm rather proud of it. It's my favorite!







This is Eric, the Mutant Bunny. I just sort of made him up, so that's why he looks like he's had bad reconstructive surgery.









This is Theodore Devers Pratt. Just Because.















This is Dr. Jones. There's a very vague joke in that name. Do you know it?










And lastly
Eel Young. : )

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) Can someone please tell me why CNN.com insists on carrying the whole circus about Britney Spears as one of it's top stories? I mean, I'm sure there are people out there who click on it and read it, but seriously, is it really something that should even be considered news? If everyone would just leave that crazy heifer alone, she'd probably either calm down a little and take her meds, or do us all a favor and get committed to some kind of institution. Jeez, I've never been so tired of hearing about a person I don't even know. I don't even read anything about her anymore unless it's a headline.

2) I've been listening to the Harry Potter novels on my iPod again, and I have a question: If, in fact, Harry's aunt and uncle neglected him, why did they ever take the trouble to get him a pair of glasses? I mean, they fed and clothed him, but you'd think they would consider the time, effort and money it would take to correct his eye sight as ill spent. I don't know why I even care, but that confuses me. Oh well...just a book, after all.

3) Here is a picture of one of the crocheted do-hickies that I made.

It's a crocheted herpes virus. I named it Paris.

Don't look at me like that, I actually got the idea from the website GIANTmicrobes. See, I want all of those weird stuffed things, but I'm too cheap to actually buy them from the website. I figured that since I am capable of making stuff, I could just crochet them.

Isn't she cute?

I think I've broken myself.

I woke up this morning (dun da da dun--blues riff, you know) and apparently I was doing back flips in my sleep or something because my neck and back were hurting. But I'm tough, right? So I got up and went to church and did a lot of stretching and twisting to try and get the kinks out.

After morning services, Steve had invited me to go bowling along with his Sunday school class, which I did. I suck at bowling to a degree that can't be measured by any earthly scale, but I decided that maybe if I bowled, I might finally stretch out whatever muscles in my back that had decided to clinch. Not only did I come in last (out of 12 people...I mean, that's just embarrassing) but I apparently further strained whatever was going on in my back because when I got home and lay down, it hurt too much to get back up again. BOO! I was able to get up after a while and I was getting ready to go to church again that night, but the longer I stood up or sat up, the worse it started to hurt. So I stayed home and tried not to move too much. I'm sure whatever it is will work itself out, or it had better (mainly because I'm scared to death of chiropractors) but for now I have to walk slightly hunched over with my upper half completely still. It's so attractive. :) Getting old sucks!

don't...want..to...cut...anymore...

must find chocolate to get me through the rest of the day...

No. No! Screw chocolate (yeah, I said it)! I just don't want to cut anything anymore today! Down with cutting! Exacto knives are tools of satan! Paper is evil! Ink is evil! Printers are evil! Glue is, well, it isn't so evil once you've breathed enough fumes, but I'm sure it started out evil!

GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(bangs head of key board) vb vbnm bvbvb nbnnmrtmnm vbcbnbn nmbnbn

*This total mental breakdown has been brought to you today by the letters I, B, and M, and the number 120.

I just came across this on my nephew's MySpace page. Someone left it as a comment on his page:

My roots are in Alabama's sod,
I'm southern by the grace of God,
Bear Bryant taught me the meaning of pride,
my pledge if allegiance is "Roll Tide."

Things like this make me want to stab my own eyes out.

Just thought I'd share! ; )

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) Oy, vey. I'm tired and sore and I have no idea what I did to cause either problem. I want to sleep! I told my mom about this and she just gave me a lecture on how sleeping all of the time is bad for you (I'm not actually sleeping all of the time, BTW, I just want to) and how I'll never lose weight or get any energy if all I do is sleep (again, I'm not!) and how she KNOWS I don't want to hear any of that, but it's the truth and that's just all there is to it! Then she ended it all by saying "Well, you just have to do what's good for you, I guess." What. The. Bloody. Hell? All I did was tell her I was tired. Note to self: Next time I talk to mom, if she asks how I am, I'm gonna lie!

2) I've been doing basically the same, very tedious job all day today. Actually, let me rephrase that, I've been re-doing the same, very tedious job I've been doing for the past two days. I'm making table cards for the DCSE Gala and I had already printed them out, glued, folded and pressed the cards. Now, here is the kicker. I showed them to my boss before I started that process and even though they were pixilated, he said they were fine, that it would be dark and no one would really notice. So, I started working on them and got them finished yesterday. I got a bad feeling about being so far ahead of the game, so I showed one of the finished ones to him this morning. He said "Oooooh, those are really pixilated. Better do them over." But...but...there are so many of them. Glaaaaaaaaggggghhhh! Then we had problems printing the new draft of it because the printers suck. I finally had to start from scratch and completely re-do the file, because the original file (the one my boss gave me) was not at a high enough resolution. I finally have the template done, and am now having to retype the names of our sponsors on them and seperate the dozens and dozens of cards into groups of 6 so I can print them out and begin the process of putting them together all over again. Boo.

3) Yay! I found out what I'm allergic to! I got a sample of Tocca perfume with one of my Christmas gifts, and while it smells fine, I break out in an itchy rash on my arms when I wear it. Ergo, I will not be wearing it anymore! Well, it was too flowery anyways. So, nyeah.

4) I made the bestest cupcakes yesterday! It was a low fat recipe, so I was sure they would taste bad, but they didn't! All you do is take a can of pumpkin mush, a box of chocolate cake mix, and 1/2 cup of water. You can't taste the pumpkin stuff at all and you don't have to add eggs and oil. There are two problems with them, though: A) If you drop any of it on you, it will stain your clothes orange and B) they kind of look like poop. I know, I know, that is gross, but the batter is thick and it doesn't make the nice cup-cakey shape that normal cupcakes have. They are kind of lumpy. Still, if you don't think about the visual associations, they taste pretty good!

5)I got a knitting machine! It's not a fancy one, nor is it a professional one, but it's easy to use and makes things really fast. I can now knit square pieces of stockinette cloth at the speed of a bionic grandma! This will also help me get rid of my current overstock of yarn. Now, if I can just figure out how to make something useful. At any rate, I know enough to finally make that Gryffindor scarf I've always wanted!

6) Ooooh, speaking of Gryffindor, did I ever post the pictures of how I decorated the IMAX lobby when we showed Order of the Pheonix? If not, I'll do that soon.

Harumph!

Not one person has noticed that I got my hair cut! Not. One. Person! Even my mom and my sister didn't notice, and they notice EVERYTHING.

Granted, in the scheme of things it doesn't matter at all, but in the land of girlish pettiness, my vanity has been tweaked.

I have bangs, people! It's shorter! It's flippier! It's...not at all the same!

Daggum it. That does it. I'm dying it blonde. Platinum-stinking-blonde. Let's see if anyone can ignore that!

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) Steve and I went to see "National Treasure: Book of Secrets" this weekend. It was very good, if you can see past Nicholas Cage and his scene-chewing-bad-actorness. I love the kinds of movies where puzzles and clues need to be solved. I wish I were clever enough to have an adventure like that, but I don't think my brain would think fast enough to solve any puzzle in time for me to find what I need to go on to the next clue. I'd be killed by the bad guy before I made it past the first task. :( I wish there was a better actor playing Ben Gates, but it IS a testament to the movie to know that even with a bad actor, I still enjoyed the movie. They remind me a lot of the Indiana Jones movies, which are three of my all time favorite films for ever and ever amen. If you want to know the main dividing line between Steve and I, it's the fact that I think Harrison Ford was better as Indiana Jones and , of course, he thinks he was better at Han Solo.

2) I feel like warmed over death this morning. I am either getting a massive sinus infection or a bad cold. Yesterday morning at church I felt it coming on, but I honestly thought I was just in a bad mood. Turns out I get kind of bitchy when I don't feel good! Heh...so sad. It's a wonder that Steve doesn't think I've got some kind of chronic disease if that's the case. I realized when I got to mom's house that I was getting sick when I was too tired to stay longer than an hour and I couldn't do anything but sleep when I got home. I didn't go to church that night because I didn't have the energy to get into the car. When I got to work this morning I began to over vitaminize myself in the hopes that I can make it go away. I hate being sick!

3) I got to see the new American Gladiators last night and I love it! It's so bad and cheesy, but so much like the old one that I can't help but love it. I always loved to see the conestants getting knocked down with giant q-tips and shot with tennis balls. It's too funny. I was, however, scared of the gladiators a little bit. They are huge and frightening. I didn't get to see the whole show, but there was one chick on there, a contestant, that was one tough chick. She was a 25 year old mother of two, and a Marine sergent who had already done her tour of duty in Iraq. She was a tiny little thing, but she was kicking butt and taking names. I want to be her when I grow up. Well, without the tour of duty and possibly without the kids. I'm fairly certain that I don't want to be in the Marines and the jury is still out on whether or not I'll ever want kids. She was awesome!

4) Gak, I have to cut out about 200+ parking passes for the Davidson function. :( Oh well, it'll give me something to do until I get the signage orders for the new building. I hope everyone gets to come and see the new place when it opens to the public. It's amazing! I have some pictures already from my brief tour, but the Saturn V is still in it's plastic wrap. I'll post them when I get a chance to format them.

5) I just joined a Flickr group called "Photogamer" that Amy told me about. It's so much fun, but I have to take pictures of some odd things. Oh well, it's fun to see what everyone else posts. :)

Now that the first official week of 2008 has passed, I only feel it is appropriate to list the top 20 things I've learned so far!

1) Working on holidays isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
2) Nicholas Cage is STILL a terrible actor.
3) Yes. It is possible to get tired of steak. Even good steak.
4) No. It is not possible to get tired of chocolate.
5) Honesty may be the best policy, but sometimes telling it is stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
6) There are no straight men that work in hair salons.
7) Getting used to bangs again is probably going to drive me crazy, even if they do look cute.
8) I'd rather go outside in cold weather without pants than without gloves.
9) Always wear comfortable shoes if there is a chance you will be walking a great deal.
10) If Josh ever becomes Pope, he's going to get me a job as a curator at the Vatican!
11) A quiet evening with a book, a comfortable chair and the sound of snoring dogs is a great way to spend time.
12) When someone is being nicer to you than usual, don't question it.
13) I have some of the most amazing friends ever!
14) That sugar crap is actually never going to come out of the spaces between the tiles on my counter top. Ever.
15) People are generally surprised when Steve and I go out and do something together without an entourage. I find this strange.
16) I am definitely allergic to something in my house, but I have no idea what it is yet.
17) It's hard for me to keep my nose out of other people's business, even when I want to.
18) I look good in purple.
19) Asian ladies LOOOOOOOVE my purse.
20) I have a few weaknesses in my life, but warm chocolate chip cookies are always going to be at the top of that list. This shames me.

Isn't it amazing what can happen in a week?

JUST THOUGHT I'D SHARE

There is a poem I read not long ago called "The Man Who Wasn't There" by a man named Hugh Mearns. It goes:

As I was walking on the stair/ I met a man who wasn't there./He wasn't there again today/ I wish, I wish he'd go away.

This poem gives me the creeps. I know it's just a nursery rhyme and supposed to be silly, but it makes me all shivery inside when I read it. It makes me think of crazy people or ghosts. I don't know, it just makes me feel weird.

RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1)Go Me! I finally bought new gloves!

It's actually kind of sad, I was out shopping with Sara (well, not so much shopping as running my mouth) and when we parted ways my hands were so cold that I had to stop and buy a pair of gloves. Could I have bought them while I was out shopping? Yep. Did I? Nope.

At any rate, my hands were saved a fate worse than death. I've always heard "Cold hands, warm heart" so I'm going to run with that. : )

2) Steve, Shannon, Greg and I went to see Sweeny Todd the other day. It was surprisingly good, if not a little gory. I was a little surprised that I reacted to it the way I did. I've seen Saw I, II, and III with only a slight squirm but this movie made me a little more grossed out than that. I have learned, however, that I could probably see Johnny Depp eat a live puppy and STILL think he is snoggable. Even the skunk stripe in his weird hair worked for me. Meow!

3) I ran over the northern half of the state this morning looking for neon card stock. I never found any, so I ended up with school-bus yellow paper. I'm thinking that the big boss will say it's not bright enough. This whole thing with the Davidson Center is already heating up to jump my last nerve. Oh, and I'm probably going to be stuck in another $@%#^!* flightsuit for the gala grand opening. Oy, Vey. I know it's a stretch, but could they let me look cute in public just one time? Dang, there's going to be millionaires there for heaven's sake. I could be meeting my rich second husband that night or something. Jeez. ; )

4) Speaking of second husbands, I've decided that if I ever get married again, I'm just going to run away and do it. It'll be me, my intended and whomever is legally licensed to perform the ceremony. Preferrably some place tropical. I wouldn't even want a reception or anything, I don't think. I came to this conclusion after singing in that wedding last week. Weddings are kind of a lot of expense and trouble for something that is basically over very quickly. You'd think I would have realized this before hand, but it never dawned on me before. Oh well, of course I can feel this way since I've already had the big hoo-rah wedding. Steve said he'd just go to the courthouse and do it if he gets married again. The "Been There, Done That" theory holds up, I suppose!

Do you remember the pirate link I sent you to so you could see my co-worker Andrew? Well, turns out that pirates aren't the only interest he has!

Here is an artical about him.

Seriously, I know some of the most fun people in the world.

Josh is a sneaky, sneaky, sneaky little Catholic!

He called me at work the other day and we were just kind of shooting the breeze when I overheard him say to someone on his end: "We have to leave in ten minutes? I thought we had longer..." and he came back to the phone and said he had to leave. I said "Nooooo! Tell whoever it is I said 'pppppttttthhhhhbbbbbt' ( or however you spell giving someone a raspberry).

So Josh says "Why don't you tell him yourself?"

Well, I must admit that Josh is the only priest I'm completely comfortable being rude to. I try not to be rude to people, even in jest, unless I know them at least a little bit! So I said:

"No! Josh, I can't say that to a priest!" Then I hear...

"Say what to a priest?" and no, the person on the other line wasn't Josh anymore. He'd handed off the phone to another one of his brothers. I was quite embarrassed to say the least. I found myself in one of the few times I couldn't think of anything to say! The brother asked what I said, and I didn't feel right about lying to a man of the cloth, so I told him what I said and ppppttthhhhhbbbbbbt'ed him. I can't believe I raspberried a priest.

They are so going to call the pope and try to send me to hell.

Happy New Year!

I'm sitting here at work, having finished anything remotely work related, and sucking the time clock for whatever it will let me have before I can't take it anymore and have to leave. : )

Steve and I didn't do much of anything last night. I made a fancy dinner and we watched "Serenity." At some point later on I started feeling really sleepy, and Steve was watching some kind of uber-lame TV show he got from Netflix called "Battlestar 1980," so I went to bed at about 10:00. My usual party animal antics will have to be postponed until next new years eve. Sorry for the lack of exciting stories.

I like when no one else is here in the office. It allows me to do whatever needs to be done with little to no interruptions, plus, I can take a nap without getting into trouble. :)

I wish you all a happy and exciting new year!