I can't really pronounce
it's name, so I like to call
it "Chewbacca Crab!" GLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
(roughly translated, that means "I Pinch")
Gah, I love that commercial.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Well, it's from one update to another, but be fair...I've been busy!
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday night was our church's choir party. Every year right before the cantata, they all get together and do what it is that Baptists do best: eat. : ) I was going to be working in the kitchen, as well as being "and spouse" for Steve, so I helped set out and serve some very yummy food. I also got to actually eat out with the other folks too, which is new. I usually stay in the kitchen with the other kitchen staff so that we can do our hostess duties, but since it was pretty much just Selina and I there, we opted to eat with everyone else. Unfortunately, after everyone left, we still had a ton of food and dishes left to take care of and the water heater decided to take that moment to die. So, we are going to have to rewash a lot of those dishes when the heater gets fixed. At any rate, the dinner went well and a good time was had by all!
Saturday my day had already been booked to work as Josh's kitchen staff at his work party. It probably sounds like I never have any fun, but I actually enjoy stuff like that. Sad, I know. I called him on my way over and asked if I could stop and pick anything up for them, and I got sent on a beer run. I was kind of embarrassed because I have never bought beer before, so I'm wheeling a cart around filled with beer and hoping my preacher didn't see me. As far as I know, he didn't! : )
I got to his very large, very posh subdivision club house and began helping prepare the food. Well, I say I helped prepare it, but it was mostly just cutting things up and arranging it on trays. They (Josh and his two co-workers) ended up leaving me alone in the club house to run some errands, but Josh isn't supposed to do that because you have to be on some kind of tennants list to be alone in the building. He told me that if anyone asked, I was his wife, we had gotten married last month, and he just hasn't put my name on the list yet. Thank goodness I didn't have to tell anyone he and I were married. Even the thought of that just feels WRONG! Nothing bad against Josh, but he is so firmly entrenched in the "Friend Zone" that he's like a relative, and even if I'm from the south, I don't want to be married to my relatives!
We finally finished all of the prep work and went to get ready for the party. I decided to actually dress like wait staff so that people wouldn't feel weird asking me to do stuff, as if they were ordering around another guest. I was precious in my black slacks and white button up shirt. I even wore my old, blue Pier 1 apron so I wouldn't get messy. When we got back to the club house and set everything out, the other host of the party (an older lady) saw me and asked if I would like her to have her husband bring me her Santa Clause apron to wear instead of the blue one I was wearing. Always the obliging one, I told her I'd wear it if she'd like me to, since it was her party and all. In hindsight, I need to stop being so obliging. I was picturing a regular apron that had a picture of Santa on it...but nooooooooooooooooooo. This was a very large, red courderoy thing with white fir trim and a black belt with a gold buckle. I looked like some kind of demented elf. I can only thank the good Lord she didn't have a hat for me. It was also HOT in the kitchen, and I was running around a lot. If you've ever worn an excess of corderoy, you know I was boiling.
Well, the party got started and everything went really well! I had told Josh and the other two ladies to leave as much up to me as possible, and they did. Very rarely have I ever run around so much during one party. There were all kinds of teachers and school staff at that party. I joked that I would finally get to see what teachers did on their off time, and I learned one thing...they drink. A lot. Somehow, seeing that they are elementary and middle school teachers, I really don't blame them! I had to figure out how to open wine (which I finally got the hang of) and make sure that no cartons were in the beer coolers. Now, I'm not too hip on the whole BYOB thing, but one couple seemed to do something very rude. Everyone who brought anything to drink set it on a table and everyone else was free to get some of it. This couple walked into the kitchen, bags huddled against their chests, and put their stuff in the fridge so no one else could have any. Is that normal? Oh well, I don't think anyone suffered because of it, it just seemed rude. Also, the drunker the guy got, the more he talked to me when he came into the kitchen to get his stuff out of the fridge. I had a new buddy by the time they left! Heeheehee. By the time it was all over, I was exhausted. I was sore from lifting and running, and I could barely move. It took us about an hour to clean up and I went home and crashed. Since I didn't get paid, I made off with a lot of the leftovers! So I'm going to have tiny little cheesecakes for a long time to come. : )
Sunday was the day of the choir cantata. Steve has joined the choir, so it was a very special occasion! He looked so cute in his robe. Heeheehee. The music was wonderful and the whole choir did a fantastic job. My parents and brother came to hear it and were duly impressed. There was only one complaint that I had about the whole thing, and it was only a tiny thing. The cantata came with a visual DVD to play while they were singing, and it was sooooooooooo cheesy. It was mainly pictures, but there was some animation thrown in for good measure. Steve hit it right on the nose when he said it looked like Monty Python animation...that was exactly what it looked like. So instead of thinking of the cantata as it's proper title, One Small Child, I have been thinking of it as: Monty Python and the Flying Manger. After church we went to my parent's house and had Steve's birthday lunch. His dad and Grandma came and ate with us as well, and we had a really great time. I think my mom drugged our food, though, because all the way home I kept dozing off. Once we got there, Steve and I fell asleep so hard that we overslept the alarm clock and didn't make it to evening worship services. We felt bad! We ended up our evening watching part of the first season of "Lost", which I have come to love dearly. I haven't watched it on TV at all because I missed the first season and had heard that you have to see everything to understand what's going on. However, Steve put it on our Netflix que and we have been watching 4 episodes at a time. I can't believe how good of a show it is!
I find out my grades tomorrow! *fingers are crossed*
More to come...
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday night was our church's choir party. Every year right before the cantata, they all get together and do what it is that Baptists do best: eat. : ) I was going to be working in the kitchen, as well as being "and spouse" for Steve, so I helped set out and serve some very yummy food. I also got to actually eat out with the other folks too, which is new. I usually stay in the kitchen with the other kitchen staff so that we can do our hostess duties, but since it was pretty much just Selina and I there, we opted to eat with everyone else. Unfortunately, after everyone left, we still had a ton of food and dishes left to take care of and the water heater decided to take that moment to die. So, we are going to have to rewash a lot of those dishes when the heater gets fixed. At any rate, the dinner went well and a good time was had by all!
Saturday my day had already been booked to work as Josh's kitchen staff at his work party. It probably sounds like I never have any fun, but I actually enjoy stuff like that. Sad, I know. I called him on my way over and asked if I could stop and pick anything up for them, and I got sent on a beer run. I was kind of embarrassed because I have never bought beer before, so I'm wheeling a cart around filled with beer and hoping my preacher didn't see me. As far as I know, he didn't! : )
I got to his very large, very posh subdivision club house and began helping prepare the food. Well, I say I helped prepare it, but it was mostly just cutting things up and arranging it on trays. They (Josh and his two co-workers) ended up leaving me alone in the club house to run some errands, but Josh isn't supposed to do that because you have to be on some kind of tennants list to be alone in the building. He told me that if anyone asked, I was his wife, we had gotten married last month, and he just hasn't put my name on the list yet. Thank goodness I didn't have to tell anyone he and I were married. Even the thought of that just feels WRONG! Nothing bad against Josh, but he is so firmly entrenched in the "Friend Zone" that he's like a relative, and even if I'm from the south, I don't want to be married to my relatives!
We finally finished all of the prep work and went to get ready for the party. I decided to actually dress like wait staff so that people wouldn't feel weird asking me to do stuff, as if they were ordering around another guest. I was precious in my black slacks and white button up shirt. I even wore my old, blue Pier 1 apron so I wouldn't get messy. When we got back to the club house and set everything out, the other host of the party (an older lady) saw me and asked if I would like her to have her husband bring me her Santa Clause apron to wear instead of the blue one I was wearing. Always the obliging one, I told her I'd wear it if she'd like me to, since it was her party and all. In hindsight, I need to stop being so obliging. I was picturing a regular apron that had a picture of Santa on it...but nooooooooooooooooooo. This was a very large, red courderoy thing with white fir trim and a black belt with a gold buckle. I looked like some kind of demented elf. I can only thank the good Lord she didn't have a hat for me. It was also HOT in the kitchen, and I was running around a lot. If you've ever worn an excess of corderoy, you know I was boiling.
Well, the party got started and everything went really well! I had told Josh and the other two ladies to leave as much up to me as possible, and they did. Very rarely have I ever run around so much during one party. There were all kinds of teachers and school staff at that party. I joked that I would finally get to see what teachers did on their off time, and I learned one thing...they drink. A lot. Somehow, seeing that they are elementary and middle school teachers, I really don't blame them! I had to figure out how to open wine (which I finally got the hang of) and make sure that no cartons were in the beer coolers. Now, I'm not too hip on the whole BYOB thing, but one couple seemed to do something very rude. Everyone who brought anything to drink set it on a table and everyone else was free to get some of it. This couple walked into the kitchen, bags huddled against their chests, and put their stuff in the fridge so no one else could have any. Is that normal? Oh well, I don't think anyone suffered because of it, it just seemed rude. Also, the drunker the guy got, the more he talked to me when he came into the kitchen to get his stuff out of the fridge. I had a new buddy by the time they left! Heeheehee. By the time it was all over, I was exhausted. I was sore from lifting and running, and I could barely move. It took us about an hour to clean up and I went home and crashed. Since I didn't get paid, I made off with a lot of the leftovers! So I'm going to have tiny little cheesecakes for a long time to come. : )
Sunday was the day of the choir cantata. Steve has joined the choir, so it was a very special occasion! He looked so cute in his robe. Heeheehee. The music was wonderful and the whole choir did a fantastic job. My parents and brother came to hear it and were duly impressed. There was only one complaint that I had about the whole thing, and it was only a tiny thing. The cantata came with a visual DVD to play while they were singing, and it was sooooooooooo cheesy. It was mainly pictures, but there was some animation thrown in for good measure. Steve hit it right on the nose when he said it looked like Monty Python animation...that was exactly what it looked like. So instead of thinking of the cantata as it's proper title, One Small Child, I have been thinking of it as: Monty Python and the Flying Manger. After church we went to my parent's house and had Steve's birthday lunch. His dad and Grandma came and ate with us as well, and we had a really great time. I think my mom drugged our food, though, because all the way home I kept dozing off. Once we got there, Steve and I fell asleep so hard that we overslept the alarm clock and didn't make it to evening worship services. We felt bad! We ended up our evening watching part of the first season of "Lost", which I have come to love dearly. I haven't watched it on TV at all because I missed the first season and had heard that you have to see everything to understand what's going on. However, Steve put it on our Netflix que and we have been watching 4 episodes at a time. I can't believe how good of a show it is!
I find out my grades tomorrow! *fingers are crossed*
More to come...
Friday, December 15, 2006
You've probably wondered where I've been, right? Well, even if you haven't, that's okay. I started out writing last weeks "Weekend Update" on Monday afternoon, but got interrupted by work (yuck). There wasn't a great deal to tell, to be honest, so here's the rundown:
Friday: Pretty much on my own, stayed in and did artsy-craftsy stuff.
Saturday: Spent all day getting ready for Steve's corporate party where we stayed for about 2 hours and didn't get up from the table except to eat and leave. Very Exciting. I didn't even get to see the transvestite this year! BOOOOOOOO!
Sunday: Church, lunch with family, and church again. After the evening service, we had a wedding reception for an older couple who reaffirmed their vows in front of the church after preaching. I served cake! I did ok, except that I have never served a wedding cake on a tier before. I used dental floss to cut the pieces, but didn't realize that the whole stability issue of the top tier of the cake depended on it's adherence to the cake as a whole and the top half kind of exploded and fell off of the support. : ) I had icing up my nose, in my hair, and all over me, including my shoes. Luckily, everyone who wanted cake, still got cake...so score!
Now, cake up my nose was not the only thing I got Sunday night. Sometime between serving cake and cleaning up, a small but powerful germ made its way into my body. I didn't know it, but apparently a very strong and horrible stomach bug was making the rounds and I had effectively gotten it. Monday, I was fine! No problem. I got some groceries, some prescriptions filled, and came home to make sausage balls. Steve and I watched the newest installment of TorchWood and we happily went to sleep. However, deep in the hours of Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling quite...odd. Still rather sleepy and not aware of what was going on, I got up and walked into another room. Suddenly, everything in my body decided to make a break for it! I got so sick, so fast, that I wasn't sure what had happened. All I knew for the next hour was that I was probably going to turn inside out if something didn't change. Begging for death wasn't even helping at that point!
Sorry for being so blatent about throwing up, but I'm going to be honest here. I wasn't expecting anything like what happened to me that night. I haven't been that sick since I was left on the MAT for 15 minutes. Steve, who was not feeling well himself albeit (and thank goodness) not with the same illness, was already having to stay out of work that Tuesday and he took it upon himself to make me go to the doctor. Had it been left up to me, I probably wouldn't have gone. However, I felt as if I didn't have any free will anymore, so I went. He stayed in the exam room with me while I kind of went in and out of conciousness. As long as I didn't move, I was alright, but then the doc started on these tests and I HAD to move. Not good. After taking about a pint of blood (and giving me a nasty in-bow bruise in the process) and some other stuff, they told me that I had a stomach and kidney infection! Woo-HOO! Just when I thought they were going to let me go home, the doctor offered to put me on an IV drip since I was also severly dehydrated from being sick so much. I declined, which turned out to be stupid, because all I wanted to do was go home. Just when I thought they were going to let me leave, they came in and gave me a shot in the rear...you know, to help with nausea. All that did was make me have to run out of the exam room and get sick again. I've never seen an entire staff of nurses look at me like they did when I came out. They kept patting me and telling me they were sorry I felt so bad. In retrospect, I probably looked like hell, so they were probably scared that I'd start speaking in Latin and spinning my head around or something. At any rate, I finally got to go home, and except for one more episode of calling Ralph, all I could do was sleep.
I had more to worry about than the state of my body, though. I had a final in history on Wednesday evening. I hadn't had a chance to study, I still felt like warmed over garbage, and the thought of doing anything more than lying peacefully in the lazy-boy made me sick. However, it was either take the test Wednesday or have it hanging over my head until January the 12th, when final make-ups were scheduled. Somehow the thought of throwing up in the history room wasn't as bad as the thought of worrying over that dumb class over Christmas, so I chose to take the test. I tried studying Wednesday morning, but I kept dozing off into my book. In fact, I had to take nap breaks just to be strong enough to turn the pages of my book. It was during one of my nap breaks that I woke suddenly to realized that I had let too much time pass and I had to leave RIGHT THEN to get to class on time. So, in a state of semi-conciousness, I drove to school and took my final. I have NO idea if I even answered the questions on the exam with answers that made any sense. In fact, I could have written a passage from Gone With the Wind on there and thought I was doing well. I kept wanting to doze off, and for all I know, I did fall asleep during my test, but I finally finished. Since Steve had e-mailed my prof to see what my options were about the test, she knew I was sick, so hopefully she will be kind when she grades it. I went home and fell asleep again. In fact, I fell asleep about three more times that day and still slept the whole night through. During all of this , I had been hallucinating about talking to people and doing stuff that I couldn't have possibly been doing. I know for a fact that I answered a question from Steve before I realized that he wasn't even home. I talked to ALL KINDS of people who weren't there, as a matter of fact. I also dreamed the entire third installment of the "Pirates of the Carribbean" trilogy. The acting was weak and the ending was kind of bland, but not too bad for a fever dream! : )
Thursday I was feeling better, but still really weak. I had to go back to the doctor and Steve went with me to get his second checkup after his Monday visit. We got to the clinic before 8:00 am, and waited until 5 till before we went to the door. I was so weak that I was leaning on him so that I wouldn't fall down. My eyes were closed and my hair was over my face. At some point, I heard another man start talking to Steve about how everyone had been sick, and Steve (in his best small-talk way) said "Yep, it's going around." Then the man said "So, does she go to Grissom?" {For those of you not in the know, that's a local hight school.} At that I looked up and laughed and said "Oh, no sir, I'm his wife!" and that man got so embarrassed! I don't know who was worse, the man who then exclaimed "OH! She just looks so young!" or Steve, who was mistaken for my dad! Heeheehee. Steve thought that man probably thinks he's some kind of pervert who married a teenager. Me, I'm not so insulted. : )
I went back home and slept some more, and this morning I decided to come in to work. I probably shouldn't have since I almost passed out once I got here, but I'm feeling more human now and can catch up on my work! : )
And how are you?
Friday: Pretty much on my own, stayed in and did artsy-craftsy stuff.
Saturday: Spent all day getting ready for Steve's corporate party where we stayed for about 2 hours and didn't get up from the table except to eat and leave. Very Exciting. I didn't even get to see the transvestite this year! BOOOOOOOO!
Sunday: Church, lunch with family, and church again. After the evening service, we had a wedding reception for an older couple who reaffirmed their vows in front of the church after preaching. I served cake! I did ok, except that I have never served a wedding cake on a tier before. I used dental floss to cut the pieces, but didn't realize that the whole stability issue of the top tier of the cake depended on it's adherence to the cake as a whole and the top half kind of exploded and fell off of the support. : ) I had icing up my nose, in my hair, and all over me, including my shoes. Luckily, everyone who wanted cake, still got cake...so score!
Now, cake up my nose was not the only thing I got Sunday night. Sometime between serving cake and cleaning up, a small but powerful germ made its way into my body. I didn't know it, but apparently a very strong and horrible stomach bug was making the rounds and I had effectively gotten it. Monday, I was fine! No problem. I got some groceries, some prescriptions filled, and came home to make sausage balls. Steve and I watched the newest installment of TorchWood and we happily went to sleep. However, deep in the hours of Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling quite...odd. Still rather sleepy and not aware of what was going on, I got up and walked into another room. Suddenly, everything in my body decided to make a break for it! I got so sick, so fast, that I wasn't sure what had happened. All I knew for the next hour was that I was probably going to turn inside out if something didn't change. Begging for death wasn't even helping at that point!
Sorry for being so blatent about throwing up, but I'm going to be honest here. I wasn't expecting anything like what happened to me that night. I haven't been that sick since I was left on the MAT for 15 minutes. Steve, who was not feeling well himself albeit (and thank goodness) not with the same illness, was already having to stay out of work that Tuesday and he took it upon himself to make me go to the doctor. Had it been left up to me, I probably wouldn't have gone. However, I felt as if I didn't have any free will anymore, so I went. He stayed in the exam room with me while I kind of went in and out of conciousness. As long as I didn't move, I was alright, but then the doc started on these tests and I HAD to move. Not good. After taking about a pint of blood (and giving me a nasty in-bow bruise in the process) and some other stuff, they told me that I had a stomach and kidney infection! Woo-HOO! Just when I thought they were going to let me go home, the doctor offered to put me on an IV drip since I was also severly dehydrated from being sick so much. I declined, which turned out to be stupid, because all I wanted to do was go home. Just when I thought they were going to let me leave, they came in and gave me a shot in the rear...you know, to help with nausea. All that did was make me have to run out of the exam room and get sick again. I've never seen an entire staff of nurses look at me like they did when I came out. They kept patting me and telling me they were sorry I felt so bad. In retrospect, I probably looked like hell, so they were probably scared that I'd start speaking in Latin and spinning my head around or something. At any rate, I finally got to go home, and except for one more episode of calling Ralph, all I could do was sleep.
I had more to worry about than the state of my body, though. I had a final in history on Wednesday evening. I hadn't had a chance to study, I still felt like warmed over garbage, and the thought of doing anything more than lying peacefully in the lazy-boy made me sick. However, it was either take the test Wednesday or have it hanging over my head until January the 12th, when final make-ups were scheduled. Somehow the thought of throwing up in the history room wasn't as bad as the thought of worrying over that dumb class over Christmas, so I chose to take the test. I tried studying Wednesday morning, but I kept dozing off into my book. In fact, I had to take nap breaks just to be strong enough to turn the pages of my book. It was during one of my nap breaks that I woke suddenly to realized that I had let too much time pass and I had to leave RIGHT THEN to get to class on time. So, in a state of semi-conciousness, I drove to school and took my final. I have NO idea if I even answered the questions on the exam with answers that made any sense. In fact, I could have written a passage from Gone With the Wind on there and thought I was doing well. I kept wanting to doze off, and for all I know, I did fall asleep during my test, but I finally finished. Since Steve had e-mailed my prof to see what my options were about the test, she knew I was sick, so hopefully she will be kind when she grades it. I went home and fell asleep again. In fact, I fell asleep about three more times that day and still slept the whole night through. During all of this , I had been hallucinating about talking to people and doing stuff that I couldn't have possibly been doing. I know for a fact that I answered a question from Steve before I realized that he wasn't even home. I talked to ALL KINDS of people who weren't there, as a matter of fact. I also dreamed the entire third installment of the "Pirates of the Carribbean" trilogy. The acting was weak and the ending was kind of bland, but not too bad for a fever dream! : )
Thursday I was feeling better, but still really weak. I had to go back to the doctor and Steve went with me to get his second checkup after his Monday visit. We got to the clinic before 8:00 am, and waited until 5 till before we went to the door. I was so weak that I was leaning on him so that I wouldn't fall down. My eyes were closed and my hair was over my face. At some point, I heard another man start talking to Steve about how everyone had been sick, and Steve (in his best small-talk way) said "Yep, it's going around." Then the man said "So, does she go to Grissom?" {For those of you not in the know, that's a local hight school.} At that I looked up and laughed and said "Oh, no sir, I'm his wife!" and that man got so embarrassed! I don't know who was worse, the man who then exclaimed "OH! She just looks so young!" or Steve, who was mistaken for my dad! Heeheehee. Steve thought that man probably thinks he's some kind of pervert who married a teenager. Me, I'm not so insulted. : )
I went back home and slept some more, and this morning I decided to come in to work. I probably shouldn't have since I almost passed out once I got here, but I'm feeling more human now and can catch up on my work! : )
And how are you?
Monday, December 11, 2006
Yeah, I know you're tired of these Q/A things, but I like them. So NYEAH!
40 of the MOST Random Questions Ever, BE HONEST:
1. Where were you 2 hours ago?
Living Room Couch
2. Who will be your next kiss?
Nobody kisses me anymore, but I'll say Steve because he's supposed to do it! : )
3. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
yes, a paper flower and a gift bag.
4. When is the last time you went to the mall?
Saturday
5. Are you wearing socks right now?
No, but I just bought some new ones today I'm very excited about!
6. When was the last time you went out of the state?
Thanksgiving, I was in Waleska, GA.
7. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
Nope
8. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Sprite
9.What are you wearing right now?
Yoga pants and a t shirt
10. What was your last purchase:
Groceries and Medicine
11. What was the Last food you ate?
Sausage balls made with venison.
12. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Steve
13. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
Yes! And ALL of it was RED!
14. Do you have a pet?
2dogs
15. What's the last sporting event you watched?
Football
16. What is/was your favorite class?
Art
17. If you could be anywhere right now where would it be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe. (These questions are getting repetitive!)
18. What is the last thing you purchased online?
I made a donation to charity, does that count?
20. What is your favorite soup?
Potato
21. Do you miss anyone?
yes
22. Last play you saw?
Hairspray
23. What are your plans for tomorrow?
Go to work, pretend to work, come home, crochet.
24. who was the last person you sent a myspace message to?
Bubba Brooks.
25. Ever go camping?
Indeed I have, but no more.
26. Were you an honor roll student in school?
Yes, and I still am *GO ME!*
27.What do you think will happen in the future?
Flying cars...I'm still waiting on the flying cars!
28. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?
Sort of. Chocolate scented lotion. I came close to eating my own elbow.
31. Do you have a tan?
Wouldn't that mean I would have to go outside in the sun?
32. How old do you want to be when you have kids?
Um...older than I am now.
33. Do you collect anything?
Mini-Snow Globes, Music Boxes, Sand from different beaches.
34. Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
Earrings. I want to have my tongue pierced, but I hope that passes.
Whoops sorry i deleted this one........
37. Do you like hot sauce?
No
38. Last time you took a shower?
6:50 A.M. this morning
39. What is your mood right now?
Mello, and a little floopy.
40. Are you someones best friend?
I hope so!
40 of the MOST Random Questions Ever, BE HONEST:
1. Where were you 2 hours ago?
Living Room Couch
2. Who will be your next kiss?
Nobody kisses me anymore, but I'll say Steve because he's supposed to do it! : )
3. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
yes, a paper flower and a gift bag.
4. When is the last time you went to the mall?
Saturday
5. Are you wearing socks right now?
No, but I just bought some new ones today I'm very excited about!
6. When was the last time you went out of the state?
Thanksgiving, I was in Waleska, GA.
7. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
Nope
8. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Sprite
9.What are you wearing right now?
Yoga pants and a t shirt
10. What was your last purchase:
Groceries and Medicine
11. What was the Last food you ate?
Sausage balls made with venison.
12. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Steve
13. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
Yes! And ALL of it was RED!
14. Do you have a pet?
2dogs
15. What's the last sporting event you watched?
Football
16. What is/was your favorite class?
Art
17. If you could be anywhere right now where would it be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe. (These questions are getting repetitive!)
18. What is the last thing you purchased online?
I made a donation to charity, does that count?
20. What is your favorite soup?
Potato
21. Do you miss anyone?
yes
22. Last play you saw?
Hairspray
23. What are your plans for tomorrow?
Go to work, pretend to work, come home, crochet.
24. who was the last person you sent a myspace message to?
Bubba Brooks.
25. Ever go camping?
Indeed I have, but no more.
26. Were you an honor roll student in school?
Yes, and I still am *GO ME!*
27.What do you think will happen in the future?
Flying cars...I'm still waiting on the flying cars!
28. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?
Sort of. Chocolate scented lotion. I came close to eating my own elbow.
31. Do you have a tan?
Wouldn't that mean I would have to go outside in the sun?
32. How old do you want to be when you have kids?
Um...older than I am now.
33. Do you collect anything?
Mini-Snow Globes, Music Boxes, Sand from different beaches.
34. Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
Earrings. I want to have my tongue pierced, but I hope that passes.
Whoops sorry i deleted this one........
37. Do you like hot sauce?
No
38. Last time you took a shower?
6:50 A.M. this morning
39. What is your mood right now?
Mello, and a little floopy.
40. Are you someones best friend?
I hope so!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Several weeks early, but...
WITH 2006 COMING TO AN END HAVE YOU..
1. Have you been in any relationships this year?
Many, but don't tell Steve! : )
2. Have you had your birthday yet?
Sigh...yes.
3. Cried yet?
Yes, but hopefully not where anyone saw me.
4. Been on a diet?
Heeheehee....that's funny.
5. Pulled an all nighter?
Not on purpose, but yes. Apparently caffine isn't something I should have after midnight.
6. Drank Starbucks?
Indeed I have. Read above statement.
7. Went camping?
NO! Kelly doesn't enjoy camping.
8. Bought something(s)?
Yep! Lots of somethings.
9. Met someone special?
Of course!
10. Been out of state?
Yes, to Georgia.
12. What are you thinking about?
Right now? Going to Target and the fact that I'm thirsty.
1.) Hugged someone?
Yes
2.) Slept in someone else’s bed?
yes, but not in the way that this question implies! Perv!
3.) Drank any alcohol?
Does Nyquil count? Otherwise I plead the fifth.
4.) Loaned out money?
Yes
6.) Gone over your cell phone bill?
No!
7.) Been called a whore?
Steve called me one this morning. Well, he called me a tart, but to be fair, he didn't know what it meant.
8.) Last Person you hugged?
Steve, I think. It might have been the dog...
9.) Last Person to call you?
My mom
When was the last time you felt stupid?
HA! Everyday! Specifically, though, when I was making a sign and I started smoothing it down before the ink dried.
Who was the last person you danced with?
Real dancing? I'll have to ponder that one.
Who did you last yell at?
Steve. But I'm sure he deserved it! : )
What did you do today?
Worked, listened to an audio novel by Jane Austen, had a hot dog.
TEN FACTS
01. Hometown?
Athens, AL
02. Natural hair color?
Dark Brown with red highlights. My mom calls it chestnut brown, but I don't know what that means.
03. Initials?
KMP
04. Hair style?
flat, oh and with a cowlick on the right side.
06. Height: 5'3"
07. Any Pets:
2 grand doggies! Butler and Bear.
08. Mood:
Weary
09. Where would you rather be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe.
10. Last thing you drank?
Diet Coke
TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:
01. Have you ever been in love:
A couple of times!
02. Do you believe in love?
Of course.
03. Why did your LAST relationship fail?
My boyfriend was gay.
04. Have you ever been heartbroken:
Yes, a couple of times.
05. Have you ever broken someone's heart?
I don't have a clue, but I hope not.
06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?
Well, Sara isn't exactly my type...
07. Have you ever loved someone but never told them?
Yes
08. Are you afraid of commitment?
Sometimes
09. How long was your last relationship?
Well, I've been married for 6 years so far, I guess that was my last relationship.
10. Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your llife?
No, only 3
5 EMOTIONS
01. Are you missing someone right now?
Yes.
02. Are you happy?
Most of the time.
03. Are you eating anything?
Too much, normally
04. Do you like someone right now?
Of course
05. If you could have one wish what would it be?
Harsher punishments for parole violators...and world peace.
WITH 2006 COMING TO AN END HAVE YOU..
1. Have you been in any relationships this year?
Many, but don't tell Steve! : )
2. Have you had your birthday yet?
Sigh...yes.
3. Cried yet?
Yes, but hopefully not where anyone saw me.
4. Been on a diet?
Heeheehee....that's funny.
5. Pulled an all nighter?
Not on purpose, but yes. Apparently caffine isn't something I should have after midnight.
6. Drank Starbucks?
Indeed I have. Read above statement.
7. Went camping?
NO! Kelly doesn't enjoy camping.
8. Bought something(s)?
Yep! Lots of somethings.
9. Met someone special?
Of course!
10. Been out of state?
Yes, to Georgia.
12. What are you thinking about?
Right now? Going to Target and the fact that I'm thirsty.
1.) Hugged someone?
Yes
2.) Slept in someone else’s bed?
yes, but not in the way that this question implies! Perv!
3.) Drank any alcohol?
Does Nyquil count? Otherwise I plead the fifth.
4.) Loaned out money?
Yes
6.) Gone over your cell phone bill?
No!
7.) Been called a whore?
Steve called me one this morning. Well, he called me a tart, but to be fair, he didn't know what it meant.
8.) Last Person you hugged?
Steve, I think. It might have been the dog...
9.) Last Person to call you?
My mom
When was the last time you felt stupid?
HA! Everyday! Specifically, though, when I was making a sign and I started smoothing it down before the ink dried.
Who was the last person you danced with?
Real dancing? I'll have to ponder that one.
Who did you last yell at?
Steve. But I'm sure he deserved it! : )
What did you do today?
Worked, listened to an audio novel by Jane Austen, had a hot dog.
TEN FACTS
01. Hometown?
Athens, AL
02. Natural hair color?
Dark Brown with red highlights. My mom calls it chestnut brown, but I don't know what that means.
03. Initials?
KMP
04. Hair style?
flat, oh and with a cowlick on the right side.
06. Height: 5'3"
07. Any Pets:
2 grand doggies! Butler and Bear.
08. Mood:
Weary
09. Where would you rather be?
Key West, Rooftop Cafe.
10. Last thing you drank?
Diet Coke
TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:
01. Have you ever been in love:
A couple of times!
02. Do you believe in love?
Of course.
03. Why did your LAST relationship fail?
My boyfriend was gay.
04. Have you ever been heartbroken:
Yes, a couple of times.
05. Have you ever broken someone's heart?
I don't have a clue, but I hope not.
06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?
Well, Sara isn't exactly my type...
07. Have you ever loved someone but never told them?
Yes
08. Are you afraid of commitment?
Sometimes
09. How long was your last relationship?
Well, I've been married for 6 years so far, I guess that was my last relationship.
10. Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your llife?
No, only 3
5 EMOTIONS
01. Are you missing someone right now?
Yes.
02. Are you happy?
Most of the time.
03. Are you eating anything?
Too much, normally
04. Do you like someone right now?
Of course
05. If you could have one wish what would it be?
Harsher punishments for parole violators...and world peace.
RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING
1) I haven't said it yet, but congratulations to my cousin Amy for successfully completing NaNoWriMo! No, that isn't some kind of strange Japanese pilgrimage to the outer rim of the univerise, it is National Novel Writing Month, which was November. She wrote a 50,000 word novel in one month. She even used my name, well, my old name, in it! Yay! GOOOOOOO AMY! Woo-Hoo!
2) When you have to run out of your bathroom screaming "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! I NEED AN OLD PRIEST AND A YOUNG PRIEST!" to the toilet, that isn't a good thing. Apparently the water had been turned off and there was air in the pipes, so when the toilet flushed, it sounded like it was laughing and growling. Now, most of the time, I am quite sensible about knowing that the toilet is not alive, however that caught me off guard. I'm okay now, though.
3) I'm just letting you know, but I am going to poison the next person who takes me for granted. Just FYI.
4) Should I be worried that Steve knows the words to "My Humps?" Not just knows them, but sings it while walking around the house getting ready for work? Also, when he uses the word "Fergalicious" in conversation...should I be scared?
5) I don't like Justin Timberlake's music as a rule, but the song "Sexyback" is pretty darn catchy. It's a bad song to hear right before you get out of the car, because you will walk around singing bits and pieces of it all day and people look at you strangely.
6) I'm gonna make cookies!
7) I'm thinking about getting contacts so that I don't have to wear my glasses everywhere I go. Any advice?
I'll be back...
1) I haven't said it yet, but congratulations to my cousin Amy for successfully completing NaNoWriMo! No, that isn't some kind of strange Japanese pilgrimage to the outer rim of the univerise, it is National Novel Writing Month, which was November. She wrote a 50,000 word novel in one month. She even used my name, well, my old name, in it! Yay! GOOOOOOO AMY! Woo-Hoo!
2) When you have to run out of your bathroom screaming "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! I NEED AN OLD PRIEST AND A YOUNG PRIEST!" to the toilet, that isn't a good thing. Apparently the water had been turned off and there was air in the pipes, so when the toilet flushed, it sounded like it was laughing and growling. Now, most of the time, I am quite sensible about knowing that the toilet is not alive, however that caught me off guard. I'm okay now, though.
3) I'm just letting you know, but I am going to poison the next person who takes me for granted. Just FYI.
4) Should I be worried that Steve knows the words to "My Humps?" Not just knows them, but sings it while walking around the house getting ready for work? Also, when he uses the word "Fergalicious" in conversation...should I be scared?
5) I don't like Justin Timberlake's music as a rule, but the song "Sexyback" is pretty darn catchy. It's a bad song to hear right before you get out of the car, because you will walk around singing bits and pieces of it all day and people look at you strangely.
6) I'm gonna make cookies!
7) I'm thinking about getting contacts so that I don't have to wear my glasses everywhere I go. Any advice?
I'll be back...
Monday, December 04, 2006
Things I learned this weekend.
1) If you squeeze the nasal spray too hard, the fine, soothing mist becomes a lancet of liquid that causes atomic level pain. Not to mention, it can come close to drowning you. Avoid that if you can.
2) You can have a headache so bad that even when you fall asleep, you dream about having a headache.
3) A cold induced narcolepsy is inconvenient when you have things to get done.
4) My mom will call three times a day if she knows I'm sick, just to make sure I'm still alive.
5) Apparently the stoppers in wine bottles are no longer made of cork. Putting them in the oven makes them swell up and die. Now I have to figure out a way to make a stopper for my art final tomorrow. GAH! More on that later.
If you haven't realized it already, I was sick all weekend. It started on Thursday and by Friday, I was too bad to go to work. I had to send an e-mail to my boss begging him not to fire me for missing another day of work. However, sick or no, I give you my...
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday I stayed home from work and took full advantage of what Greg calls "The Green Def" or in non-budness, Nyquil. At first I didn't think it was going to work. I took it and sat back in my recliner with a book, fully expecting to conk out before I read a paragraph. It didn't seem to be doing anything until I stood up and the room did a quick river dance out from under my feet, then I realized I should go lay down. I ended up sleeping most of the day. Steve had volunteered to help the guys at the SpaceDome work on the compressor (which broke down just in time to cancel "The Polar Express") and so I was pretty much on my own for the rest of the day. I ended up feeling really bad because I had forgotten it was Butler's birthday! Butler didn't seem to mind much, I mean, he IS an old man now that he's 4, but Steve came to the rescue. When he got back from the dome, he had gone by Krystals and gotten Butler a box of fries, so Butler, Bear, and I sat down and shared them. It got a little scary at one point because Butler and Bear started to crowd me, but everyone got their fair share. So Butler forgave me for not having a party this year. Besides, he was just greatful not to have to wear a hat!
Saturday dawned much the same. Steve left to help at the theater some more and I shuffled my hide out of bed at some point. I kept medicating myself, probably moreso than I needed to, but a least I was able to breathe. I left the house once to pick up some stuff at Target and get lunch. It was during this time that I realized how bad I felt and that when I don't feel well, I get mean.
I was driving in the parking lot in front of the stores. Since I learned a long time ago that pedestrians get the right of way, I stopped and let some people walk in front of me to get on the sidewalk. This guy behind me honked his horn. I wasn't sure that he was honking at me, because I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I didn't react. More people were trying to walk by, so I waved them on and the dude honked again. This time I realized that he WAS honking at me.
*Let's pause a minute here to recap. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I had stopped to let pedestrians walk across the walkway because they had the right to do so. There just happened to be a lot of people out and about that day*
So I looked in my rearview mirror and see this middle aged guy in his little, fussy, yuppie-jerk car getting pissed off at me for being polite. Granted, I would have been driving had people not been walking in front of me, but Mr. No-Patience Ass didn't want to wait. So when one more person walked ahead of me, he punched the horn and lay down on it. At this point, the point in which Steve would have probably jumped out of the car and ran for cover had he been with me, I had two seconds to think and I didn't use them to think about what Jesus would have done. So I swiftly raised my hand and gave him the "California Howdy" out of the back window of my car. He kept on the horn, I kept up the finger. I even sat in the spot a little longer than I needed to to spite him. The walkway finally cleared, and I was able to go and that jack-ass decided that it would be in his best interest to drive on my tail. Was it not for the fact that I was pretty sure I'd sucker punch the guy in the throat if I came face to face with him, I would have slammed on my brakes and let him hit my bumper just so he'd have to pay for it. However, I ended up having to stop to let someone walk ahead of me again and the guy behind me made a disgusted face and slapped his dashboard and turned off to cow-pasture drive through the parking lot. At this point I started lauging at myself. I couldn't believe I had let some peckerwood touch me off like that! I was ashamed of myself, but also a little bit glad I gave the jerk the finger. Then I realized I needed to get a new Jesus-Fish for my car to curb my outbursts of road rage. It worked for my Cavalier, so certainly it would work for my Sebring. AHHHHH! I do not understand this horn honking thing that seems to be so popular these days. People will honk at you the second the light turns green. Literally before you could possibly take your foot off of the break, much less move the car. I think of them as Yankee-Drivers. That isn't totally fair, because I know some very nice yankees who probably wouldn't do that, but the only other time I've ever known people to do that was while I was in Buffalo, NY, so it's been inextricably linked with yankees in my mind. I hope I can be forgiven!
Anyways, so I got my stuff at Target and got my lunch and headed home. By then I had such a bad headache that I was afraid I'd not be able to drive home. I made it, though. I took some medicine for my head and it didn't work, so I finally went to sleep. When I woke up, I felt surprisingly better! I was still stopped up, but I wasn't wanting to die. I had a lot of homework and stuff to do, so I got started on that, but I felt much better than I had earlier. Steve was gone again to his Sunday School christmas party, which I would have gone to as well, but one of the women in his class is pregnant and I didn't want to make her sick. I had spells of nodding off to sleep, but I got quite a bit of my work done. Go me! I was feeling better until I woke up in the middle of the night coughing like crazy. I felt bad because I didn't want to keep Steve awake, so I got up to go sleep on the Lazy-Boy. I got comfortable and dozed off. Two seconds later I hear *scratch, scratch* which is Butler's way of asking to be let out. I figured that if I ignored him, he'd stop. No dice. He scratched at the door of his kennel for about an hour, and so I finally got up and let him out. All he wanted was to be petted, so in my state of semi-conciousness, I did. Everytime I'd doze off, the wretched beast would nose my hand (and he has a WET, COLD nose) and wake me up again. If I didn't love that dog so much, I would have shaved him out of sheer spite. I have no idea how long I petted him, but he finally decided that he wanted to go out. So I got up, let him and Bear outside, and couldn't go back to sleep. At about 4:00 am, I finally went back to bed and finally fell asleep.
Sunday I was too tired to move and my yuck feeling had come back. So I stayed home from church and my parent's house. I was able to drag myself about and work on homework, but if I got still, I'd fall asleep. I finally lay down on the couch to get a real nap and was out for several hours. When I got up, I worked on homework again and then worked on a gift I'm making. Then more sleep.
So this morning I got up and came to work, but I'm feeling better than I have been. Now I just have to make it through the day and try not to fall asleep at my desk...again. : )
1) If you squeeze the nasal spray too hard, the fine, soothing mist becomes a lancet of liquid that causes atomic level pain. Not to mention, it can come close to drowning you. Avoid that if you can.
2) You can have a headache so bad that even when you fall asleep, you dream about having a headache.
3) A cold induced narcolepsy is inconvenient when you have things to get done.
4) My mom will call three times a day if she knows I'm sick, just to make sure I'm still alive.
5) Apparently the stoppers in wine bottles are no longer made of cork. Putting them in the oven makes them swell up and die. Now I have to figure out a way to make a stopper for my art final tomorrow. GAH! More on that later.
If you haven't realized it already, I was sick all weekend. It started on Thursday and by Friday, I was too bad to go to work. I had to send an e-mail to my boss begging him not to fire me for missing another day of work. However, sick or no, I give you my...
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Friday I stayed home from work and took full advantage of what Greg calls "The Green Def" or in non-budness, Nyquil. At first I didn't think it was going to work. I took it and sat back in my recliner with a book, fully expecting to conk out before I read a paragraph. It didn't seem to be doing anything until I stood up and the room did a quick river dance out from under my feet, then I realized I should go lay down. I ended up sleeping most of the day. Steve had volunteered to help the guys at the SpaceDome work on the compressor (which broke down just in time to cancel "The Polar Express") and so I was pretty much on my own for the rest of the day. I ended up feeling really bad because I had forgotten it was Butler's birthday! Butler didn't seem to mind much, I mean, he IS an old man now that he's 4, but Steve came to the rescue. When he got back from the dome, he had gone by Krystals and gotten Butler a box of fries, so Butler, Bear, and I sat down and shared them. It got a little scary at one point because Butler and Bear started to crowd me, but everyone got their fair share. So Butler forgave me for not having a party this year. Besides, he was just greatful not to have to wear a hat!
Saturday dawned much the same. Steve left to help at the theater some more and I shuffled my hide out of bed at some point. I kept medicating myself, probably moreso than I needed to, but a least I was able to breathe. I left the house once to pick up some stuff at Target and get lunch. It was during this time that I realized how bad I felt and that when I don't feel well, I get mean.
I was driving in the parking lot in front of the stores. Since I learned a long time ago that pedestrians get the right of way, I stopped and let some people walk in front of me to get on the sidewalk. This guy behind me honked his horn. I wasn't sure that he was honking at me, because I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I didn't react. More people were trying to walk by, so I waved them on and the dude honked again. This time I realized that he WAS honking at me.
*Let's pause a minute here to recap. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I had stopped to let pedestrians walk across the walkway because they had the right to do so. There just happened to be a lot of people out and about that day*
So I looked in my rearview mirror and see this middle aged guy in his little, fussy, yuppie-jerk car getting pissed off at me for being polite. Granted, I would have been driving had people not been walking in front of me, but Mr. No-Patience Ass didn't want to wait. So when one more person walked ahead of me, he punched the horn and lay down on it. At this point, the point in which Steve would have probably jumped out of the car and ran for cover had he been with me, I had two seconds to think and I didn't use them to think about what Jesus would have done. So I swiftly raised my hand and gave him the "California Howdy" out of the back window of my car. He kept on the horn, I kept up the finger. I even sat in the spot a little longer than I needed to to spite him. The walkway finally cleared, and I was able to go and that jack-ass decided that it would be in his best interest to drive on my tail. Was it not for the fact that I was pretty sure I'd sucker punch the guy in the throat if I came face to face with him, I would have slammed on my brakes and let him hit my bumper just so he'd have to pay for it. However, I ended up having to stop to let someone walk ahead of me again and the guy behind me made a disgusted face and slapped his dashboard and turned off to cow-pasture drive through the parking lot. At this point I started lauging at myself. I couldn't believe I had let some peckerwood touch me off like that! I was ashamed of myself, but also a little bit glad I gave the jerk the finger. Then I realized I needed to get a new Jesus-Fish for my car to curb my outbursts of road rage. It worked for my Cavalier, so certainly it would work for my Sebring. AHHHHH! I do not understand this horn honking thing that seems to be so popular these days. People will honk at you the second the light turns green. Literally before you could possibly take your foot off of the break, much less move the car. I think of them as Yankee-Drivers. That isn't totally fair, because I know some very nice yankees who probably wouldn't do that, but the only other time I've ever known people to do that was while I was in Buffalo, NY, so it's been inextricably linked with yankees in my mind. I hope I can be forgiven!
Anyways, so I got my stuff at Target and got my lunch and headed home. By then I had such a bad headache that I was afraid I'd not be able to drive home. I made it, though. I took some medicine for my head and it didn't work, so I finally went to sleep. When I woke up, I felt surprisingly better! I was still stopped up, but I wasn't wanting to die. I had a lot of homework and stuff to do, so I got started on that, but I felt much better than I had earlier. Steve was gone again to his Sunday School christmas party, which I would have gone to as well, but one of the women in his class is pregnant and I didn't want to make her sick. I had spells of nodding off to sleep, but I got quite a bit of my work done. Go me! I was feeling better until I woke up in the middle of the night coughing like crazy. I felt bad because I didn't want to keep Steve awake, so I got up to go sleep on the Lazy-Boy. I got comfortable and dozed off. Two seconds later I hear *scratch, scratch* which is Butler's way of asking to be let out. I figured that if I ignored him, he'd stop. No dice. He scratched at the door of his kennel for about an hour, and so I finally got up and let him out. All he wanted was to be petted, so in my state of semi-conciousness, I did. Everytime I'd doze off, the wretched beast would nose my hand (and he has a WET, COLD nose) and wake me up again. If I didn't love that dog so much, I would have shaved him out of sheer spite. I have no idea how long I petted him, but he finally decided that he wanted to go out. So I got up, let him and Bear outside, and couldn't go back to sleep. At about 4:00 am, I finally went back to bed and finally fell asleep.
Sunday I was too tired to move and my yuck feeling had come back. So I stayed home from church and my parent's house. I was able to drag myself about and work on homework, but if I got still, I'd fall asleep. I finally lay down on the couch to get a real nap and was out for several hours. When I got up, I worked on homework again and then worked on a gift I'm making. Then more sleep.
So this morning I got up and came to work, but I'm feeling better than I have been. Now I just have to make it through the day and try not to fall asleep at my desk...again. : )
Thursday, November 30, 2006
I think I have the bobonic plague.
Well, OK, it's a cold or something, but I feel like warmed over death. My boss made me a huge jar of colloidial silver solution, which he swears by, and I've taken a little bit. So far, I don't feel any different.
I turned in Stupid Paper III yesterday, so WOO-HOO! I don't think I am going to do very well on it, but I hope I at least get a passing grade.
I'm going to crawl under my desk and sleep for a while.
Hastared Germs!
Well, OK, it's a cold or something, but I feel like warmed over death. My boss made me a huge jar of colloidial silver solution, which he swears by, and I've taken a little bit. So far, I don't feel any different.
I turned in Stupid Paper III yesterday, so WOO-HOO! I don't think I am going to do very well on it, but I hope I at least get a passing grade.
I'm going to crawl under my desk and sleep for a while.
Hastared Germs!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
For the third time in the past 5 days, I have awoken with absolutely no idea where I was.
That's a strange feeling, you know. I mean, it possibly has a lot to do with whatever I'm dreaming at the time, I guess, but it's still kind of frightening when you wake up, tangled in bedsheets and have to really concentrate on the last thing you remember doing before you go to sleep. Not that I tend to fall asleep in strange places, mind you, but Crazytown is apparently a place that can follow you around no matter where you lay your head. : )
Thank goodness I remembered who Steve was before I smothered him with a pillow. Heeheehee
OK, so Thanksgiving.
I won't lie about it. I was dreading the trip this year. As you know, Steve's mom passed away earlier this year and since the Thanksgiving tradition has always been one that revolved around her side of the family, I was worried that there would be too many painful memories to really make it easy to be thankful for anything. Luckily, things actually turned out very well. True, we all missed her and there was a definite empty spot where she should have been, but I think we were all able to remember her in our own way and work it out. One has to do that, or go crazy after all, right?
Wednesday Steve and I left work at noon so that we could get home and ready to go. We had to take our two babies to the kennel, which was an adventure. The vet had given us a bottle of tranquilizers for Bear to take before he came back for his next appointment. Since Butler and Bear are roughly the same size, I figured that I could give them both a pill (done with no fuss and no muss, amazingly) and after that, it would be gravy. Well, it wasn't so much gravy as it was THE FREAKING PILL DIDN'T DO A FRACKIN' THING! Bear was cool, albeit a little nervous, but Butler was all but bald by the time we got to the pet resort. It's only about 5 minutes or so away, but he still managed to cover me and the interior of the car with about twelve pounds of dog hair. So after we take care of them, we go back home to rewash clothes and get on the road. Steve had decided to take a *koff, koff* shortcut this year. Well, not really a shortcut as much as a different route as it turned out. We ended up getting a little lost due to one wrong turn, but I got to see a whole lot of new places. We passed Barry College, which Steve says is lovely, and I got to see Cartersville again. I think I've only been outside of the car once in Cartersville, about three years ago, but one day I hope to get to explore. Sometimes I think my lot in life is to see the world through the car windows, but never get out to experience it! Grrrrr. Oh well, I have friends who travel and get out in interesting places, so I get to live vicariously at least! There were more places, but I don't remember the names of them all right offhand. We finally found our way and made it to Waleska and the Puckett plantation. : ) It was about 8 our time when we got there, so there was plenty of time to talk and laugh before I just couldn't stay awake anymore. Steve and his dad ended up staying awake much longer than I did! Just when, exactly, did I get older than them? : )
Thursday I slept in a bit, for me anyways, and then got up to begin the traditional helping of the cooking of Thanksgiving lunch. We normally don't do the whole dinner thing since Steve's cousins are married and have other family functions to attend, so we have our big meal in the middle of the day. Aunt Brenda and Uncle Garry had already gotten most of the food cooked, but there were still a few things left to do. I got to set the table, and unfortunately I still have no idea which side the knives and forks go on! The effect was nice, though! Heeheehee. We had SO much food and babies everywhere! Thank God this part of the family doesn't bother asking when I'm going to spawn anymore. I'm running out of witty things to say! We ate and laughed and I cliche-ed myself by falling asleep on the couch after I ate. Granted, it was an accident, but how can you NOT nap after a meal like that? It should be a law! Later that evening, as the family went their separate ways, we ended the day with more talking and laughing...and me going to bed before everyone else!
Friday was the designated "Christmas Dinner" day, so the morning passed quite lazily. Steve, Jon and Mr. Lee had decided to go shopping that morning. Can you believe it? I'd rather remove my own gall bladder with an oyster fork than even drive anywhere on Black Friday, but the menfolks always want to go shopping! I spent most of that morning working on "Stupid Paper III" because I have been procrastinating. Unfortunately, all of the research I thought I had done turned out to be quite useless. I had managed to save information on my thumb drive, but absolutely none of it was what I needed! GAH! I realized at that moment that I wasn't going to be able to do much of anything while all of my info was in Alabama! So I went outside and played with the animals. Olive, the basset hound; Lucy, the jack russel...something; and a cat which amazingly decided it loved me. I found this odd, because cats, as a rule, kind of hate me. I think they realize that I prefer dogs and they get offended. Somehow they know this without me having to say anything! I like cats. Heck, I like any kind of nice animal really, but somehow they always seem to suspect that I'm a dog person and they quietly plot my death in the ways only cats can do...except for this one. So the 4 of us played for a while before I went back inside to crochet. Sadly, I ended up falling asleep again with my hook in my hand and about 6 pounds of yarn in my lap, but at least I was warm! : )
*As an aside, you can tell I'm quite the party animal, right? The three-toed sloth of good times!*
We made it to Kristen and Greg's house for our "Christmas" and everything was, of course, perfect. Kristen is one of the few people I know who can make her house look like something out of Better Homes and Gardens! So, of course, I tried not to knock anything over. : ) I hung out with their 6 month old son, Collins, and talked about theology and philosophy (as anyone would with a 6 month old, of course) until we opened our gifts. I was filming everything with my early Christmas gift from Steve, which is a DV recorder, and everything was so great. At some point I had a violent FFA State Convention flashback. I swear, I experienced the whole three years of those conventions through the view-finder of Mr. Harris' video camera. : ) Mr. Lee had brought a gag gift for Katie, Amy's daughter. To my chagrin, I had turned the camera off to open my own gifts and didn't get this recorded. Inside the box was a roll of toilet paper. Katie, who I swear is a 30 year old woman in a 6 year old body, kind of looked taken aback for a moment before smiling and saying ever so politely..."I was really not expecting this, but thank you very much!" What a great save! After gifts was dinner and then the sitting about and talking. Poor Sean, Amy and Jon's son, wasn't feeling well, so they had to take him home early. Once the rest of us got back to the house, I did a little more work on my paper and then we went to bed. I actually stayed up later than Steve, but all that got me was locked out of the bedroom. I had to knock for about 5 minutes before he woke up and let me in. Geez, he could have just ASKED me to sleep on the couch. : )
Saturday Mr. Lee left for home and Steve went back to Greg's house to watch the Georgia/Georgia Tech game. Greg went to UGA (hunker down dawgs and all of that), so he's a serious Bulldogs fan. I stayed with Aunt Brenda and Uncle Garry and did more homework. When I went as far as I could, I watched the game with them. It was a good game, as far as football goes, so that was fun. Then we flipped on the funniest holiday film ever "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation". It's not the holidays without that being on at least once! Steve and Greg came back later on and everyone else played cards while I crocheted and listened to an Agatha Christie "Miss Marple" audio novel on my iPod. I swear, a can of Ensure and a Matlock marathon, and I'd be set! : ) Actually, it was nice and cozy and I enjoyed it a great deal. I'm very glad I'm the kind of person who can entertain themselves and be satisfied with "Kelly-Time". Otherwise, I think, I'd be quite miserable!
Sunday Steve and I got up, had breakfast and headed back to Alabama (no banjos on our knees, though). We picked up two very clean, very happy to see us dogs, and came home.
All in all, a very lovely holiday.
That's a strange feeling, you know. I mean, it possibly has a lot to do with whatever I'm dreaming at the time, I guess, but it's still kind of frightening when you wake up, tangled in bedsheets and have to really concentrate on the last thing you remember doing before you go to sleep. Not that I tend to fall asleep in strange places, mind you, but Crazytown is apparently a place that can follow you around no matter where you lay your head. : )
Thank goodness I remembered who Steve was before I smothered him with a pillow. Heeheehee
OK, so Thanksgiving.
I won't lie about it. I was dreading the trip this year. As you know, Steve's mom passed away earlier this year and since the Thanksgiving tradition has always been one that revolved around her side of the family, I was worried that there would be too many painful memories to really make it easy to be thankful for anything. Luckily, things actually turned out very well. True, we all missed her and there was a definite empty spot where she should have been, but I think we were all able to remember her in our own way and work it out. One has to do that, or go crazy after all, right?
Wednesday Steve and I left work at noon so that we could get home and ready to go. We had to take our two babies to the kennel, which was an adventure. The vet had given us a bottle of tranquilizers for Bear to take before he came back for his next appointment. Since Butler and Bear are roughly the same size, I figured that I could give them both a pill (done with no fuss and no muss, amazingly) and after that, it would be gravy. Well, it wasn't so much gravy as it was THE FREAKING PILL DIDN'T DO A FRACKIN' THING! Bear was cool, albeit a little nervous, but Butler was all but bald by the time we got to the pet resort. It's only about 5 minutes or so away, but he still managed to cover me and the interior of the car with about twelve pounds of dog hair. So after we take care of them, we go back home to rewash clothes and get on the road. Steve had decided to take a *koff, koff* shortcut this year. Well, not really a shortcut as much as a different route as it turned out. We ended up getting a little lost due to one wrong turn, but I got to see a whole lot of new places. We passed Barry College, which Steve says is lovely, and I got to see Cartersville again. I think I've only been outside of the car once in Cartersville, about three years ago, but one day I hope to get to explore. Sometimes I think my lot in life is to see the world through the car windows, but never get out to experience it! Grrrrr. Oh well, I have friends who travel and get out in interesting places, so I get to live vicariously at least! There were more places, but I don't remember the names of them all right offhand. We finally found our way and made it to Waleska and the Puckett plantation. : ) It was about 8 our time when we got there, so there was plenty of time to talk and laugh before I just couldn't stay awake anymore. Steve and his dad ended up staying awake much longer than I did! Just when, exactly, did I get older than them? : )
Thursday I slept in a bit, for me anyways, and then got up to begin the traditional helping of the cooking of Thanksgiving lunch. We normally don't do the whole dinner thing since Steve's cousins are married and have other family functions to attend, so we have our big meal in the middle of the day. Aunt Brenda and Uncle Garry had already gotten most of the food cooked, but there were still a few things left to do. I got to set the table, and unfortunately I still have no idea which side the knives and forks go on! The effect was nice, though! Heeheehee. We had SO much food and babies everywhere! Thank God this part of the family doesn't bother asking when I'm going to spawn anymore. I'm running out of witty things to say! We ate and laughed and I cliche-ed myself by falling asleep on the couch after I ate. Granted, it was an accident, but how can you NOT nap after a meal like that? It should be a law! Later that evening, as the family went their separate ways, we ended the day with more talking and laughing...and me going to bed before everyone else!
Friday was the designated "Christmas Dinner" day, so the morning passed quite lazily. Steve, Jon and Mr. Lee had decided to go shopping that morning. Can you believe it? I'd rather remove my own gall bladder with an oyster fork than even drive anywhere on Black Friday, but the menfolks always want to go shopping! I spent most of that morning working on "Stupid Paper III" because I have been procrastinating. Unfortunately, all of the research I thought I had done turned out to be quite useless. I had managed to save information on my thumb drive, but absolutely none of it was what I needed! GAH! I realized at that moment that I wasn't going to be able to do much of anything while all of my info was in Alabama! So I went outside and played with the animals. Olive, the basset hound; Lucy, the jack russel...something; and a cat which amazingly decided it loved me. I found this odd, because cats, as a rule, kind of hate me. I think they realize that I prefer dogs and they get offended. Somehow they know this without me having to say anything! I like cats. Heck, I like any kind of nice animal really, but somehow they always seem to suspect that I'm a dog person and they quietly plot my death in the ways only cats can do...except for this one. So the 4 of us played for a while before I went back inside to crochet. Sadly, I ended up falling asleep again with my hook in my hand and about 6 pounds of yarn in my lap, but at least I was warm! : )
*As an aside, you can tell I'm quite the party animal, right? The three-toed sloth of good times!*
We made it to Kristen and Greg's house for our "Christmas" and everything was, of course, perfect. Kristen is one of the few people I know who can make her house look like something out of Better Homes and Gardens! So, of course, I tried not to knock anything over. : ) I hung out with their 6 month old son, Collins, and talked about theology and philosophy (as anyone would with a 6 month old, of course) until we opened our gifts. I was filming everything with my early Christmas gift from Steve, which is a DV recorder, and everything was so great. At some point I had a violent FFA State Convention flashback. I swear, I experienced the whole three years of those conventions through the view-finder of Mr. Harris' video camera. : ) Mr. Lee had brought a gag gift for Katie, Amy's daughter. To my chagrin, I had turned the camera off to open my own gifts and didn't get this recorded. Inside the box was a roll of toilet paper. Katie, who I swear is a 30 year old woman in a 6 year old body, kind of looked taken aback for a moment before smiling and saying ever so politely..."I was really not expecting this, but thank you very much!" What a great save! After gifts was dinner and then the sitting about and talking. Poor Sean, Amy and Jon's son, wasn't feeling well, so they had to take him home early. Once the rest of us got back to the house, I did a little more work on my paper and then we went to bed. I actually stayed up later than Steve, but all that got me was locked out of the bedroom. I had to knock for about 5 minutes before he woke up and let me in. Geez, he could have just ASKED me to sleep on the couch. : )
Saturday Mr. Lee left for home and Steve went back to Greg's house to watch the Georgia/Georgia Tech game. Greg went to UGA (hunker down dawgs and all of that), so he's a serious Bulldogs fan. I stayed with Aunt Brenda and Uncle Garry and did more homework. When I went as far as I could, I watched the game with them. It was a good game, as far as football goes, so that was fun. Then we flipped on the funniest holiday film ever "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation". It's not the holidays without that being on at least once! Steve and Greg came back later on and everyone else played cards while I crocheted and listened to an Agatha Christie "Miss Marple" audio novel on my iPod. I swear, a can of Ensure and a Matlock marathon, and I'd be set! : ) Actually, it was nice and cozy and I enjoyed it a great deal. I'm very glad I'm the kind of person who can entertain themselves and be satisfied with "Kelly-Time". Otherwise, I think, I'd be quite miserable!
Sunday Steve and I got up, had breakfast and headed back to Alabama (no banjos on our knees, though). We picked up two very clean, very happy to see us dogs, and came home.
All in all, a very lovely holiday.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Isn't it funny how things work out?
You go to a lot of effort to do something for someone, realize that they don't care, and then you're stuck with 1000 plastic flamingos and a Little Bo Peep costume that you can't take back to the store because it was on sale.
OR, in case you don't know the same people I do, the sparkle goes out of the things you used to love to do, because it turns out it doesn't really matter to them anymore.
whee
You go to a lot of effort to do something for someone, realize that they don't care, and then you're stuck with 1000 plastic flamingos and a Little Bo Peep costume that you can't take back to the store because it was on sale.
OR, in case you don't know the same people I do, the sparkle goes out of the things you used to love to do, because it turns out it doesn't really matter to them anymore.
whee
WEEKEND UPDATE!
This weekend was busy. Busy, busy, busy...but you wouldn't know it by the state of my house. This was another one of those weekends that I have all of these plans, yet I get few things done. It wasn't lazyness this time though, it was my underestimation of the time it would take me to do certain things! : )
Friday after work, Steve came to pick me up and we went to get my turkey from the Employee Association guys. As always, every year the SpRocket gives all of their employees a free turkey for thanksgiving. I realized I already had a turkey in the freezer and wouldn't have the need, nor the space, for another one. So I donated it to the needy. Nothing like a little benevolence to start off the weekend. I got a warm fuzzy. Once we got home, I picked up some crocheting that I needed to finish. I was making a baby blanket for a friend of mine and needed to have it done by this weekend. I had a LOT left to go, so I put on my headphones and began. About 5 to 6 hours of straight crochet, and my hands swelled up like water balloons. It was weird. I literally had to soak my hands in ice water to make the swelling go down. I still wasn't finished with the blanket, but I put it aside to work on the next day. For some reason, after that I couldn't sleep. I didn't end up getting sleepy until about 4:30 Saturday morning, which sucked, because I had too much to do to sleep all day. I wound up sleeping until about 10:30, so most of my morning was gone.
Saturday Steve and I were doing laundry and gathering clothes to give to Goodwill. It's not until times like this that I realize that I have a lot of clothes that I hang on to for no good reason. I suppose it's because I think...OH! I'll wear this again! Not so much. So I will be seriously thinning the wardrobe this time. We also went out and got our oil changed (woo-hoo! Party Time!) and I had to go to Wal-Mart for some supplies. Steve had planned on hanging out with Anthony and Watching the 'Arn Bowl' so I got the blanket and made myself finish it. My hands hurt so bad that it took about 20 minutes for them to get limber enough to move correctly. It took 3 hours, but I finally finished the gift. I was very proud, too, because it's the first real, useful and not just decorative, afghan that I've ever made. It's sort of in the shape of Montana, due to the accidental addition of a couple of extra stitches, but otherwise I'm very pleased with it. : ) While I was working on it, I was once again wearing my headphones and listening to an audio novel, when I heard screaming outside. It scared me at first, but then I realized that the ballgame must have ended and Auburn must have won. The people across the street are die-hard Tiger fans, and they had this HUGE flag thing planted in the front yard. I'm going to guess it was them hollering in the front yard. I had completely forgotten about the game being on. I've lost my taste for watching football, even though I used to love watching the Alabama/Auburn game with my dad. I'm sure he was upset at the outcome, because he has always been a Bama fan, so don't tell him I said this: War Eagle! If anyone in my family sees that, I'll have to find someone to adopt me because I'll be disowned, so SHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Sunday was a good day. Church in the morning, of course. Steve has the worst habit of making me laugh during service, though. Everything was fine except that some medicine I had taken was making me sleepy and I kept fading out of the sermon. I sort of half noticed that Steve had his leg crossed and was moving it when all of a sudden SNAP!!!! I thought that he had accidentally ripped the hymnal holder off of the back of the pew! What had happed was that the cuff of his pants had caught on one of the little pencils that they keep there and he wasn't able to stop moving his leg before it broke. The two elderly ladies jumped about a foot in the air. So, of course, I got tickled. Amazingly enough I was able to keep from shaking too much, but I kept thinking about those little old ladies jump, and that would make it worse. That made Steve start laughing and the people behind us start laughing. I was able to regain my composure by the time we had the invitation, so it wasn't too bad. However, we got a good laugh out of it on the way to the car. My parents weren't going to be at home during lunch, so Steve and I went to lunch with his dad. Then we did some errands and went home. I had so much to do for this week that I spent Sunday evening trying to get everything done before I went to bed. Alas, I didn't get it all done, but there's still tonight! I may get things finished. I'm not holding my breath though.
This weekend was busy. Busy, busy, busy...but you wouldn't know it by the state of my house. This was another one of those weekends that I have all of these plans, yet I get few things done. It wasn't lazyness this time though, it was my underestimation of the time it would take me to do certain things! : )
Friday after work, Steve came to pick me up and we went to get my turkey from the Employee Association guys. As always, every year the SpRocket gives all of their employees a free turkey for thanksgiving. I realized I already had a turkey in the freezer and wouldn't have the need, nor the space, for another one. So I donated it to the needy. Nothing like a little benevolence to start off the weekend. I got a warm fuzzy. Once we got home, I picked up some crocheting that I needed to finish. I was making a baby blanket for a friend of mine and needed to have it done by this weekend. I had a LOT left to go, so I put on my headphones and began. About 5 to 6 hours of straight crochet, and my hands swelled up like water balloons. It was weird. I literally had to soak my hands in ice water to make the swelling go down. I still wasn't finished with the blanket, but I put it aside to work on the next day. For some reason, after that I couldn't sleep. I didn't end up getting sleepy until about 4:30 Saturday morning, which sucked, because I had too much to do to sleep all day. I wound up sleeping until about 10:30, so most of my morning was gone.
Saturday Steve and I were doing laundry and gathering clothes to give to Goodwill. It's not until times like this that I realize that I have a lot of clothes that I hang on to for no good reason. I suppose it's because I think...OH! I'll wear this again! Not so much. So I will be seriously thinning the wardrobe this time. We also went out and got our oil changed (woo-hoo! Party Time!) and I had to go to Wal-Mart for some supplies. Steve had planned on hanging out with Anthony and Watching the 'Arn Bowl' so I got the blanket and made myself finish it. My hands hurt so bad that it took about 20 minutes for them to get limber enough to move correctly. It took 3 hours, but I finally finished the gift. I was very proud, too, because it's the first real, useful and not just decorative, afghan that I've ever made. It's sort of in the shape of Montana, due to the accidental addition of a couple of extra stitches, but otherwise I'm very pleased with it. : ) While I was working on it, I was once again wearing my headphones and listening to an audio novel, when I heard screaming outside. It scared me at first, but then I realized that the ballgame must have ended and Auburn must have won. The people across the street are die-hard Tiger fans, and they had this HUGE flag thing planted in the front yard. I'm going to guess it was them hollering in the front yard. I had completely forgotten about the game being on. I've lost my taste for watching football, even though I used to love watching the Alabama/Auburn game with my dad. I'm sure he was upset at the outcome, because he has always been a Bama fan, so don't tell him I said this: War Eagle! If anyone in my family sees that, I'll have to find someone to adopt me because I'll be disowned, so SHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Sunday was a good day. Church in the morning, of course. Steve has the worst habit of making me laugh during service, though. Everything was fine except that some medicine I had taken was making me sleepy and I kept fading out of the sermon. I sort of half noticed that Steve had his leg crossed and was moving it when all of a sudden SNAP!!!! I thought that he had accidentally ripped the hymnal holder off of the back of the pew! What had happed was that the cuff of his pants had caught on one of the little pencils that they keep there and he wasn't able to stop moving his leg before it broke. The two elderly ladies jumped about a foot in the air. So, of course, I got tickled. Amazingly enough I was able to keep from shaking too much, but I kept thinking about those little old ladies jump, and that would make it worse. That made Steve start laughing and the people behind us start laughing. I was able to regain my composure by the time we had the invitation, so it wasn't too bad. However, we got a good laugh out of it on the way to the car. My parents weren't going to be at home during lunch, so Steve and I went to lunch with his dad. Then we did some errands and went home. I had so much to do for this week that I spent Sunday evening trying to get everything done before I went to bed. Alas, I didn't get it all done, but there's still tonight! I may get things finished. I'm not holding my breath though.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Greetings everyone!
You know, I haven't been posting very much lately, but I have a perfectly good reason. I've gone into what is known as "Kill Me" mode. Basically that just means that I've had so much to do that I haven't been doing anything at all. Sounds crazy, but it's true! I've literally gone home from work and not done anything useful!
However, this is going to change. As of today, I have to do a lot of stuff before our trip, so I must, MUST, get busy!
I start tonight, so we'll see how that goes! : )
You know, I haven't been posting very much lately, but I have a perfectly good reason. I've gone into what is known as "Kill Me" mode. Basically that just means that I've had so much to do that I haven't been doing anything at all. Sounds crazy, but it's true! I've literally gone home from work and not done anything useful!
However, this is going to change. As of today, I have to do a lot of stuff before our trip, so I must, MUST, get busy!
I start tonight, so we'll see how that goes! : )
Monday, November 13, 2006
This morning, already late for work, I jumped into my car only to find that the battery had died a quiet death sometime in the night. Luckily, Steve came home and jumped Lois off and gave me the truck for the day. He's my hero!
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 0 STEVE: 1
10:13 am UPDATE:
Finally got to work and Ed came in to my office, as he always does on Mondays, to discuss our various weekends. After listening to me mourn my car troubles, he left and came back with two boxes of fresh Krispy Kreme donuts, a Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia milkshake, and a Christmas tree ornament that looks like the "Hot Sign" at Krispy Kreme - and it blinks. All because I had a bad morning. Sometimes it's the little things in life that people do for you that make all of the difference.
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 1 ED: 1
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 0 STEVE: 1
10:13 am UPDATE:
Finally got to work and Ed came in to my office, as he always does on Mondays, to discuss our various weekends. After listening to me mourn my car troubles, he left and came back with two boxes of fresh Krispy Kreme donuts, a Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia milkshake, and a Christmas tree ornament that looks like the "Hot Sign" at Krispy Kreme - and it blinks. All because I had a bad morning. Sometimes it's the little things in life that people do for you that make all of the difference.
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 1 ED: 1
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Premature Weekend Update!
It's actually Sunday morning, but I decided to go ahead and do my weekend update! Go me!
Friday was the longest day in the history of long days. We had a new girl start in out web position, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to nail her office door shut. Don't get me wrong, she is very nice and I like her a lot, but she hovers. Granted, she doesn't know anyone and is just wanting to be friendly, but geez. She came into my office three times and stayed for long periods of time. I was even wearing my headphones and listening to an audio book while I was working, and she kept talking. At the end of the day, she came into my office and stayed two solid hours. I can't wait until she gets some stuff to do. I wouldn't ever hurt her feelings for anything, but I'm afraid if this becomes a habit, I'm going to snap. Friday night, Steve and I went to dinner with Anthony. He has some anger issues he's working on, so we tried to keep him cheerful. :) We had dinner at Beaureguards (yum) and we were going to go for fro-yo at TCBY, but it was closed! Not for the evening, but closed for good! OH THE HUMANITY! After that we walked over to Books-A-Million and hung around for a little while. Can someone please explain to me why BAM feels it necessary to keep the art and design magazines directly underneath the gay pride magazines? I could actually care less about what new TV star (ahem....Doogie) has just come out of the closet, but now the guy who stocks magazines thinks it's a favorite subject of mine. To be clear, I was looking for a specific art magazine, so that's why I was at that section. SIGH.
Saturday was mine and Steve's 6th wedding anniversary. We didn't have anything really planned like we did last year, but we had at least decided to go to breakfast at the new Cracker Barrel that they built on Drake Ave. You can sit on the front porch and look out over Wal-Mart. Very scenic. I can't wait for the novelty to wear off for that place. It was PACKED beyond safe numbers. It took Steve and I forever to eat, but it was good. I haven't had breakfast there in so long! We were going to get our Anniversary gift from there, but we had a hard time finding anything. Apparently, year 6 is candy or iron. How they paired those two, I'll never know. We finally found a section of cast iron skillets and stuff, but people were standing in front of it and wouldn't move. We finally made someone uncomfortable enough to walk somewhere else -I knew Steve was good for something!- and picked out one of those cast iron stove top griddles/grills. This Austrailian lady helped us decide. She said you can make good steaks on them. :) After that we went home and watched some movies. I worked on some Christmas gifts, and then because God apparently has a very strange sense of humor and a grudge against me, we found that the entire series of Star Wars movies was playing on Cinemax. All Day. Over and over. Episode 1 through Return of the Jedi. All. Day. Long. So that's what we did that night. Well, we did stop watching long enough to play a short and rather one sided game of Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. I'm sure you can guess who won that game! : )
It's actually Sunday morning, but I decided to go ahead and do my weekend update! Go me!
Friday was the longest day in the history of long days. We had a new girl start in out web position, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to nail her office door shut. Don't get me wrong, she is very nice and I like her a lot, but she hovers. Granted, she doesn't know anyone and is just wanting to be friendly, but geez. She came into my office three times and stayed for long periods of time. I was even wearing my headphones and listening to an audio book while I was working, and she kept talking. At the end of the day, she came into my office and stayed two solid hours. I can't wait until she gets some stuff to do. I wouldn't ever hurt her feelings for anything, but I'm afraid if this becomes a habit, I'm going to snap. Friday night, Steve and I went to dinner with Anthony. He has some anger issues he's working on, so we tried to keep him cheerful. :) We had dinner at Beaureguards (yum) and we were going to go for fro-yo at TCBY, but it was closed! Not for the evening, but closed for good! OH THE HUMANITY! After that we walked over to Books-A-Million and hung around for a little while. Can someone please explain to me why BAM feels it necessary to keep the art and design magazines directly underneath the gay pride magazines? I could actually care less about what new TV star (ahem....Doogie) has just come out of the closet, but now the guy who stocks magazines thinks it's a favorite subject of mine. To be clear, I was looking for a specific art magazine, so that's why I was at that section. SIGH.
Saturday was mine and Steve's 6th wedding anniversary. We didn't have anything really planned like we did last year, but we had at least decided to go to breakfast at the new Cracker Barrel that they built on Drake Ave. You can sit on the front porch and look out over Wal-Mart. Very scenic. I can't wait for the novelty to wear off for that place. It was PACKED beyond safe numbers. It took Steve and I forever to eat, but it was good. I haven't had breakfast there in so long! We were going to get our Anniversary gift from there, but we had a hard time finding anything. Apparently, year 6 is candy or iron. How they paired those two, I'll never know. We finally found a section of cast iron skillets and stuff, but people were standing in front of it and wouldn't move. We finally made someone uncomfortable enough to walk somewhere else -I knew Steve was good for something!- and picked out one of those cast iron stove top griddles/grills. This Austrailian lady helped us decide. She said you can make good steaks on them. :) After that we went home and watched some movies. I worked on some Christmas gifts, and then because God apparently has a very strange sense of humor and a grudge against me, we found that the entire series of Star Wars movies was playing on Cinemax. All Day. Over and over. Episode 1 through Return of the Jedi. All. Day. Long. So that's what we did that night. Well, we did stop watching long enough to play a short and rather one sided game of Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. I'm sure you can guess who won that game! : )
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The No Sick Leave Blues
When I woke up that morning (dum de da dum*)
I couldn't get out of bed (dum de da dum*)
and so I called into work (dum de da dum*)
and used a personal day instead!
Because I'm not full time
and I have no sick leave
so if I don't go into work
they take away some of my green!
I've got the not full time,
no sick leave,
sick in bed,
no other choice,
lost my only accrued personal day blues!
*That would be the obligatory harmonica blues riff
Sorry about that. I've been listening to B.B. King a lot lately. : )
So yesterday I woke up sick and called into work. I just sat in the recliner for six hours and watched TV. I think it's just the weather and my ever present sinus problems, but whatever it was...sucked. By evening, though, I was feeling a little better. Poor Steve, though, he came home sick too. I knew he was really feeling bad because he wasn't being a baby about it. The last time he felt bad and didn't whine, he had pneumonia, so I've become wary of the quiet, sick Steve. I made a pot of soup and some low fat cupcakes for dinner. Steve doesn't like the soup, but he liked the cupcakes, so it all evened out. The cupcakes were awesome, though! I snatched the recipe off of a blog I read every day, and you should try it! It sounds gross, but it isn't at all! You need:
1 box devil's food cake mix
1 can of pumpkin
3/4 cup of water.
Mix it up and bake it like the box says! They don't taste or smell like pumpkin at all! No extra fat or oil and possibly even vegetarian safe, although I don't know what sort of animal bits may be in the mix.
Later that evening I got a call from my very favorite Kenny, whom I gave a little over-the-phone Flash help. Let me just say this, it's hard to help someone with a GUI based program when you aren't looking at what they are doing. I'm afraid he got frustrated with me because I kept telling him to do this one thing, and he kept telling me that it wasn't working, and I kept telling him - slower and louder- to do that thing, and he -slower and louder- kept telling me it didn't work. It turns out that one of his layers was locked and so we couldn't edit it. Duh, on my part. I forgot I locked all of the layers when I made the original file he was working with. However, we sort of got it all sorted out...sort of. Don't worry, we'll get it! I'm determined.
I haven't started on my research paper and it's due in less than a month. I've had so much to do that I keep putting it off, and even when I have time I put it off. It's like having a snake in your living room that might be dead. You see it, you know it's there, but you're too afraid to poke it because it might rise up and swallow you whole. :( I also was a hit with my chocolate themed project in graphics. Everyone was duly impressed with my magnets and postcards. The teacher actually liked it too, but I'll wait to do my happy dance until I get my grade back. He may have changed his mind once the glow of critique was over.
Speaking of school, I finally registered for what should be...*dramatic pause*...my last semester before I graduate! I will be taking 19th Century Art history, to fulfill my final oblilgation to my minor, History of Theater I, to fulfill my last elective, and Aerobic Kick Boxing, to fulfill my need to exercise and be able to whoop up on Steve if I ever need to. : ) I'm kind of iffy about that last one because it's right in the middle of the day and I'll have to come back to work all sweaty and tired, but I'm not currently exercising like I should, so I'm hoping it will give me a boost.
So that's all for me for right now! I'll be back.
When I woke up that morning (dum de da dum*)
I couldn't get out of bed (dum de da dum*)
and so I called into work (dum de da dum*)
and used a personal day instead!
Because I'm not full time
and I have no sick leave
so if I don't go into work
they take away some of my green!
I've got the not full time,
no sick leave,
sick in bed,
no other choice,
lost my only accrued personal day blues!
*That would be the obligatory harmonica blues riff
Sorry about that. I've been listening to B.B. King a lot lately. : )
So yesterday I woke up sick and called into work. I just sat in the recliner for six hours and watched TV. I think it's just the weather and my ever present sinus problems, but whatever it was...sucked. By evening, though, I was feeling a little better. Poor Steve, though, he came home sick too. I knew he was really feeling bad because he wasn't being a baby about it. The last time he felt bad and didn't whine, he had pneumonia, so I've become wary of the quiet, sick Steve. I made a pot of soup and some low fat cupcakes for dinner. Steve doesn't like the soup, but he liked the cupcakes, so it all evened out. The cupcakes were awesome, though! I snatched the recipe off of a blog I read every day, and you should try it! It sounds gross, but it isn't at all! You need:
1 box devil's food cake mix
1 can of pumpkin
3/4 cup of water.
Mix it up and bake it like the box says! They don't taste or smell like pumpkin at all! No extra fat or oil and possibly even vegetarian safe, although I don't know what sort of animal bits may be in the mix.
Later that evening I got a call from my very favorite Kenny, whom I gave a little over-the-phone Flash help. Let me just say this, it's hard to help someone with a GUI based program when you aren't looking at what they are doing. I'm afraid he got frustrated with me because I kept telling him to do this one thing, and he kept telling me that it wasn't working, and I kept telling him - slower and louder- to do that thing, and he -slower and louder- kept telling me it didn't work. It turns out that one of his layers was locked and so we couldn't edit it. Duh, on my part. I forgot I locked all of the layers when I made the original file he was working with. However, we sort of got it all sorted out...sort of. Don't worry, we'll get it! I'm determined.
I haven't started on my research paper and it's due in less than a month. I've had so much to do that I keep putting it off, and even when I have time I put it off. It's like having a snake in your living room that might be dead. You see it, you know it's there, but you're too afraid to poke it because it might rise up and swallow you whole. :( I also was a hit with my chocolate themed project in graphics. Everyone was duly impressed with my magnets and postcards. The teacher actually liked it too, but I'll wait to do my happy dance until I get my grade back. He may have changed his mind once the glow of critique was over.
Speaking of school, I finally registered for what should be...*dramatic pause*...my last semester before I graduate! I will be taking 19th Century Art history, to fulfill my final oblilgation to my minor, History of Theater I, to fulfill my last elective, and Aerobic Kick Boxing, to fulfill my need to exercise and be able to whoop up on Steve if I ever need to. : ) I'm kind of iffy about that last one because it's right in the middle of the day and I'll have to come back to work all sweaty and tired, but I'm not currently exercising like I should, so I'm hoping it will give me a boost.
So that's all for me for right now! I'll be back.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Are ya ready kids? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....WEEKEND UPDATE!
Sorry about that, I have a new guilty pleasure. I love the Spongebob Squarepants cartoon! Anyways...
I had a lovely weekend, thanks for asking! It wasn't terribly event filled and I did sleep a lot, but come on, that's what weekends are for, right?
Friday was a "Stay at Home" night for Steve and I. We went and got dinner and came home to watch he TV shows that we missed thursday night. My Name is Earl, The Office and Smallville were fabulous as usual, of course. We also got to watch Battlestar Galactica when it came on, instead of just recording it. I can't believe I'm so caught up with this show, but it's really, very arresting. I stayed up a litte later than normal playing a game on the computer, but then slept. Very Exciting.
Saturday I was awoken by a ringing telephone. Since it ripped me out of a very sound sleep, I was in Crazy Town when I answered. The caller ID said it was my mom, so I was immediately afraid that something had happened, but luckily it wasn't anything like that. My friend Sara was going to be on the local news in a short interview about her transplant and my mom wanted me to make sure I saw it. I don't remember much of what I said, but I do remember asking her what day it was. She told me later that I sounded kind of crazy, but then again, when you wake someone up and they aren't altogether lucid when they answer the phone, you'll have that. I got Steve to turn on the TV and we were just in time to see her spot on the news. She looked great and seemed to be doing really well! I was so glad to see her! After that went off, I was officially awake. Steve still wanted to sleep, so I got up and started my day. I folded some laundry, made some cinnamon rolls and watched "Saw II". I was expecting that to be a little more scary than it turned out to be, but it WAS a movie that made me squirm. The needle pit was the worst part! The girl was thrown into a big pit fill of dirty hypodermic needles that she had to dig through with her bare hands. I almost couldn't watch. It was a pretty good movie, though, all things considered. : ) At 2:00, I went to our church carnival and painted fingernails in the face painting room. It was fun, but it made me feel horribly uncool. That sounds pretty strange, but there is nothing like little kids to help remind you how out of touch with things you are. I brought my box full of all the rainbow fingernail polishes I have. When I was a teenager, so very long ago, that kind of thing was cool and I suppose I just never grew out of it. Not one little girl wanted anything other than pink or red nails! In fact, the brush in my hot pink polish actually fell apart fom use! Oy, vey...I'm old. Anyways, it was fun. :) I had to run to Wal-Mart afterwards to get some stuff for a christmas gift I'm making, and when I got home, I crashed. I don't know how long I slept, but what was supposed to be a power nap raged out of control. I finally did get up and worked on some of my homework. I now have a new reason why I love being an art student! For my most current project, I needed pictures of a box of chocolates as well as a Whitman's Sampler box. So I ended up buying a load of chocolates (for homework, of course) which Steve and I have enjoyed all weekend! WOO! We had made plans with Josh that night to have dinner and see the musical "Hairspray"! It was so good, although I'm thinking that Josh has an unnatural attraction to that movie that I can't really understand. I truly enjoyed it and it was really funny! I could totally play that chubby girl part, but alas, I cannot dance. So I have the chubby and the singing part down, but I move like a spaztic iguana. Nice. So that is how we finished the day, going to a musical. Even Steve enjoyed it! A miracle!
Sunday was our regular day. Church in the morning and my family's house for lunch. We were celebrating my dad's birthday that day, so we had presents and pie. It was a nice day. When we got home, Steve and I slept again. He got up in time to go to church, and I stayed home to work on my homework. I still have a lot to do, but at least I got the gnarly part finished. When Steve got home, we watched "My Super Ex-Girlfriend" and it was surprisingly good. There have been times I would have liked to have super powers to get back at an ex-boyfriend. Who wouldn't like to throw an angry great white shark into someone's bedroom? : )
Today I have to do a presentation for my history class on the Boscoreale Treasure and I don't feel completely ready. It's weird, I'm nervous and there is only about 20 other people in class with me. I'm afraid that my teacher will know how severely uneducated about the subject that I am, but it's not totally my fault! That subject hasn't been researched by too many people since about 1923, and even though I can find infomation on it, everything seems to cover the same ground. My teacher has done archeology work in Pompeii, for the love of Cleatus, so it's not like she doesn't know everything about it already. Heck, she's probably held the stuff in her hand for all I know! Ugh, keep your fingers crossed for me!
That is all.
WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....WEEKEND UPDATE!
Sorry about that, I have a new guilty pleasure. I love the Spongebob Squarepants cartoon! Anyways...
I had a lovely weekend, thanks for asking! It wasn't terribly event filled and I did sleep a lot, but come on, that's what weekends are for, right?
Friday was a "Stay at Home" night for Steve and I. We went and got dinner and came home to watch he TV shows that we missed thursday night. My Name is Earl, The Office and Smallville were fabulous as usual, of course. We also got to watch Battlestar Galactica when it came on, instead of just recording it. I can't believe I'm so caught up with this show, but it's really, very arresting. I stayed up a litte later than normal playing a game on the computer, but then slept. Very Exciting.
Saturday I was awoken by a ringing telephone. Since it ripped me out of a very sound sleep, I was in Crazy Town when I answered. The caller ID said it was my mom, so I was immediately afraid that something had happened, but luckily it wasn't anything like that. My friend Sara was going to be on the local news in a short interview about her transplant and my mom wanted me to make sure I saw it. I don't remember much of what I said, but I do remember asking her what day it was. She told me later that I sounded kind of crazy, but then again, when you wake someone up and they aren't altogether lucid when they answer the phone, you'll have that. I got Steve to turn on the TV and we were just in time to see her spot on the news. She looked great and seemed to be doing really well! I was so glad to see her! After that went off, I was officially awake. Steve still wanted to sleep, so I got up and started my day. I folded some laundry, made some cinnamon rolls and watched "Saw II". I was expecting that to be a little more scary than it turned out to be, but it WAS a movie that made me squirm. The needle pit was the worst part! The girl was thrown into a big pit fill of dirty hypodermic needles that she had to dig through with her bare hands. I almost couldn't watch. It was a pretty good movie, though, all things considered. : ) At 2:00, I went to our church carnival and painted fingernails in the face painting room. It was fun, but it made me feel horribly uncool. That sounds pretty strange, but there is nothing like little kids to help remind you how out of touch with things you are. I brought my box full of all the rainbow fingernail polishes I have. When I was a teenager, so very long ago, that kind of thing was cool and I suppose I just never grew out of it. Not one little girl wanted anything other than pink or red nails! In fact, the brush in my hot pink polish actually fell apart fom use! Oy, vey...I'm old. Anyways, it was fun. :) I had to run to Wal-Mart afterwards to get some stuff for a christmas gift I'm making, and when I got home, I crashed. I don't know how long I slept, but what was supposed to be a power nap raged out of control. I finally did get up and worked on some of my homework. I now have a new reason why I love being an art student! For my most current project, I needed pictures of a box of chocolates as well as a Whitman's Sampler box. So I ended up buying a load of chocolates (for homework, of course) which Steve and I have enjoyed all weekend! WOO! We had made plans with Josh that night to have dinner and see the musical "Hairspray"! It was so good, although I'm thinking that Josh has an unnatural attraction to that movie that I can't really understand. I truly enjoyed it and it was really funny! I could totally play that chubby girl part, but alas, I cannot dance. So I have the chubby and the singing part down, but I move like a spaztic iguana. Nice. So that is how we finished the day, going to a musical. Even Steve enjoyed it! A miracle!
Sunday was our regular day. Church in the morning and my family's house for lunch. We were celebrating my dad's birthday that day, so we had presents and pie. It was a nice day. When we got home, Steve and I slept again. He got up in time to go to church, and I stayed home to work on my homework. I still have a lot to do, but at least I got the gnarly part finished. When Steve got home, we watched "My Super Ex-Girlfriend" and it was surprisingly good. There have been times I would have liked to have super powers to get back at an ex-boyfriend. Who wouldn't like to throw an angry great white shark into someone's bedroom? : )
Today I have to do a presentation for my history class on the Boscoreale Treasure and I don't feel completely ready. It's weird, I'm nervous and there is only about 20 other people in class with me. I'm afraid that my teacher will know how severely uneducated about the subject that I am, but it's not totally my fault! That subject hasn't been researched by too many people since about 1923, and even though I can find infomation on it, everything seems to cover the same ground. My teacher has done archeology work in Pompeii, for the love of Cleatus, so it's not like she doesn't know everything about it already. Heck, she's probably held the stuff in her hand for all I know! Ugh, keep your fingers crossed for me!
That is all.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
OH! I suck! I forgot to give you an update on Sara! I was actually included in a mass e-mail that she sent out herself! : ) She said it's been painful and kind of embarassing, but that she's doing well, all things considered. Her doctors seem to think she's doing well enough to be moved to the recovery house fairly soon, if she isn't there already. I was very glad to actually hear from her, so I did a breif happy dance in which I didn't knock anything over...so you know there was joy involved. She will still need our thoughts and prayers, so keep them coming!
And Sara, if you're reading this, there are a lot of people pulling for you, so get well soon! : )
And Sara, if you're reading this, there are a lot of people pulling for you, so get well soon! : )
OK, so Halloween.
We spent the evening with Mr. Lee so that we could finally know what real, hardcore, trick or treating is like. I didn't wear a costume, much to my chagrin, because I believe that my fondness for wearing costumes kind of embarrasses Steve at times, and if that is the case it would probably mortify his dad. So since the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few, I wore jeans and a t-shirt. Sigh. Steve and I both left work a little early so we could get consolidate cars and be over in Madison early enough, but that didn't seem to matter much. It was raining, and there was SOOOOOO much traffic that it took us an hour to go from our house to his. Not that the drive was terrible, we were listening to an audio novel called "The History of Almost Everything" or something like that. It's all about physics and biographies of scientists who discovered (or at least took credit for) all the things scientific, like gravity, atoms, dinosaurs and etc. Normally that kind of book would be saved specifically for use as general anesthetic before major surgery, BUT this one happens to be very interesting and written in an entertaining manner. I recommend it highly.
But I digress.
We finally made it over to Mr. Lee's house, and there were no kids in sight. We figured the rain was putting damper (look! A pun!) on things, so we sat back and watched the FOX news channel. Yeah, I hate news. Granted, it was funny that John Kerry made a fool of himself, but I'm almost completely sure he had no real intention of insulting anyone but George Bush...sour grapes, you know.
Anyway, the rain stopped and the kids started. Having lived in the butt-crack of Limestone County for my formative years, we never really had anyone trick-or-treat at our house unless they were out scouting for some house to roll or something. Even in our neighborhood now, we rarely have anyone come to get candy. However, Mr. Lee lives in one of those neighborhoods where the houses are right up against each other and so it's possible for kids to go door to door. We had lots of them come by, and one little girl came twice. I owe that to my patented "Fistfull-Of-Candybars" passing out tactic I developed. I saw Jedi (Steve would be proud I knew at first glance what they look like), monsters, pre-pubescent girls in very inaapropriate outfits, and one kid who I couldn't place finally told me what he was. He was wearing a pink hooded sweatsuit with a red cape. I hated to admit defeat on the guessing game, but he said he was someone called Captain Underpants. This he said with a lisp, so it made it that much harder not to laugh. Who the heck is Captain Underpants? I don't know, but any super-hero who runs around in his tighty whities has got to be awesome. We even had kids come by who weren't even dressed up! The next door neighbor, who is super sweet and always reminds me of the lady who played Glinda the Good in "Wicked" brought her little girl by and we were her official FIRST TRICK-OR-TREAT! She is only about a year old, I guess, and was dressed up as this little cute witch. I knelt down to give her candy and she dove into my bowl. She also kept giving me her hat, so at least she has come kind of idea of give-and-take. At one point, two brothers came by and the first one said "Don't give my brother any candy!" and actually blocked me from getting to him. I just smiled my best "You aren't my kid, so I won't kick you" smile and put my hand into his brothers bag to drop the candy. Brother then closed the bag around my hand and pulled me several steps outside of the doorway before I jerked free. AS I was closing the door, I heard the mom say "OK, we'll take him home so you can finish." Wow. Wonder how often they have those Mom-Likes-You-Best conversations?
At about 8:00 we closed up shop and went to dinner. We discussed politics and war. So, I watched the news and had a serious conversation about such things. On Halloween. Weird things DO happen on that night!
We spent the evening with Mr. Lee so that we could finally know what real, hardcore, trick or treating is like. I didn't wear a costume, much to my chagrin, because I believe that my fondness for wearing costumes kind of embarrasses Steve at times, and if that is the case it would probably mortify his dad. So since the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few, I wore jeans and a t-shirt. Sigh. Steve and I both left work a little early so we could get consolidate cars and be over in Madison early enough, but that didn't seem to matter much. It was raining, and there was SOOOOOO much traffic that it took us an hour to go from our house to his. Not that the drive was terrible, we were listening to an audio novel called "The History of Almost Everything" or something like that. It's all about physics and biographies of scientists who discovered (or at least took credit for) all the things scientific, like gravity, atoms, dinosaurs and etc. Normally that kind of book would be saved specifically for use as general anesthetic before major surgery, BUT this one happens to be very interesting and written in an entertaining manner. I recommend it highly.
But I digress.
We finally made it over to Mr. Lee's house, and there were no kids in sight. We figured the rain was putting damper (look! A pun!) on things, so we sat back and watched the FOX news channel. Yeah, I hate news. Granted, it was funny that John Kerry made a fool of himself, but I'm almost completely sure he had no real intention of insulting anyone but George Bush...sour grapes, you know.
Anyway, the rain stopped and the kids started. Having lived in the butt-crack of Limestone County for my formative years, we never really had anyone trick-or-treat at our house unless they were out scouting for some house to roll or something. Even in our neighborhood now, we rarely have anyone come to get candy. However, Mr. Lee lives in one of those neighborhoods where the houses are right up against each other and so it's possible for kids to go door to door. We had lots of them come by, and one little girl came twice. I owe that to my patented "Fistfull-Of-Candybars" passing out tactic I developed. I saw Jedi (Steve would be proud I knew at first glance what they look like), monsters, pre-pubescent girls in very inaapropriate outfits, and one kid who I couldn't place finally told me what he was. He was wearing a pink hooded sweatsuit with a red cape. I hated to admit defeat on the guessing game, but he said he was someone called Captain Underpants. This he said with a lisp, so it made it that much harder not to laugh. Who the heck is Captain Underpants? I don't know, but any super-hero who runs around in his tighty whities has got to be awesome. We even had kids come by who weren't even dressed up! The next door neighbor, who is super sweet and always reminds me of the lady who played Glinda the Good in "Wicked" brought her little girl by and we were her official FIRST TRICK-OR-TREAT! She is only about a year old, I guess, and was dressed up as this little cute witch. I knelt down to give her candy and she dove into my bowl. She also kept giving me her hat, so at least she has come kind of idea of give-and-take. At one point, two brothers came by and the first one said "Don't give my brother any candy!" and actually blocked me from getting to him. I just smiled my best "You aren't my kid, so I won't kick you" smile and put my hand into his brothers bag to drop the candy. Brother then closed the bag around my hand and pulled me several steps outside of the doorway before I jerked free. AS I was closing the door, I heard the mom say "OK, we'll take him home so you can finish." Wow. Wonder how often they have those Mom-Likes-You-Best conversations?
At about 8:00 we closed up shop and went to dinner. We discussed politics and war. So, I watched the news and had a serious conversation about such things. On Halloween. Weird things DO happen on that night!
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