Superbowl and the Sims: A Tragedy

Have you ever had something... a book, a game, a story to write, something... that made it virtually impossible to leave your house? Or, if you were younger, your bedroom?

I have. It happens often, actually. When I was living at home, it was usually a story that had to be written, or a book that needed to be finished.

Once we moved out and had our own place, it was chores that I needed to get done (or avoid somehow) added on top of that.

Then it became a game, then a book again, then a chat site (IMVU) and now, I can see it turning into Sims 3.


Andrew, bless his gooberish little heart, couldn't take the suspense any longer and gave me my Valentine early:

SIMS 3!!!!

I am tickled pink, I couldn't stop kissing him yesterday, and it took all my willpower to let him play it for right now, because I adore that game. I love the Sims in all shapes and forms, in all it's llama-obsessed glory!

I build empires on that game, dang it. EMPIRES. The last time I had a Sim game, I had close to 6 generations of Adamis and my own family graveyard.

So... if you don't see or hear from me for a few days, you know where I am.

Also... Superbowl party today. Yay. I AM NOT PLEASED NOR EXCITED BECAUSE THE COWBOYS ARE NOT PLAYING!!!

If they were... totally different story.

But they're NOT. Gr.

And yet... I will be going to watch whoever it is that beat whoever and the Cowboys to get to the Superbowl... and that means I will spend another 4 or 5 hours not playing my Sims.

Today is sadness embodied.

Manic.... Thursday?

Anyone remember that old song by the Bangles? Yes, I realize it's not my generation, but have you met my parents?

Please don't hate me, Mom. I happen to think of that as a very good picture of you. Ya look sassy =D

In any case, it's been playing at work. I have the tendency to sing along when a song I know comes on. I've been getting weird looks lately. Apparently, a girl that looks 17 singing along to "Manic Monday" and the one that goes, "Sittin' on the dock of the bay, watchin' the clouds roll away..." without missing a beat is kinda odd.

Me? Odd? Why, I never. *insert snooty sniffle here*

It's a Manic Thursday, though: Helen style.

"Six o' clock already, I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Craig Horner by a crystal blue Australian stream
But I can't be late cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made"

Oh baby, oh baby.

It's the necklace, and the man curves, and the fact that in this particular photo, he's playing Richard Rahl, who carries a sword and wears leather britches.

Necklace. Man curves. Sword. Leatherrrrr...

I know what Andrew's gonna be for Halloween.


"It's just another manic Thursday, I wish it was Sunday
Cause that's my fun day, *I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Thursday!"

Too much Starbucks.

Too, too much...


((Link for hot guy here, at least the one I found. Thanks, Mr. Ziebert =D ))

Long time, no see: what Powhatan said before he punched John Smith in the face.

I've been at my computer for the last few days, berating and babbling in turn about not posting something, anything, even a lousy picture here for too long.

Hello, friends. I have returned.

I'm going to tell you a few things about the state of my house right now, and then explain them... because that's what's on my mind, and this is my blog, for bean's sake.

There are cat toys everywhere. Not just cat toys... bits of cardboard from her scratching post, cat food that she likes to take to other places to eat, litter in the hallway from her stinky little paws, and strategically placed cat hairs. Strategically as in, they lie in wait on your cheek until you finally, finally go to lay down for a nap... and then, they POUNCE! Right up the nose, because that was the plan all along. All you cat owners: I'm not imagining this, am I? It's true... right?

A pile of clean clothes awaits me in the bedroom, calling my name, telling me how lazy I am. I have to keep resisting the urge to flip it off, given that a) I don't usually flip anyone or anything the bird and b) it's not actually sentient. But I can hear the moans... all the way in the living room, where I'm sitting a a three day old pair of pajama pants and a nighty I was pretty sure I washed, but still has bits of something on the hip...

Andrew's battle gear in the den is sitting up and flirting with the vacuum. It looks quite gentlemanly, at least as much as a modern suit of armor can look with the camouflaged crotch cover poking out of the bottom and the name tag half off. The vacuum thinks he's dashing and debonair, however... and if I find some little, dirty green Hoovers in there, I am going to be mighty peeved.

We have a new bookshelf! It's one of those dandy, 5 shelf editions, much more versatile than the little square three-shelves-if-you-count-the-top thing we moved into the den to hold Andrew's gaming thingamajiggers. I have filled the new one up already, with stuff and books and more books and a wee bit more stuff, too. Picture is forthcoming. Maybe. Possibly. Don't hold your breath.

There's more. Oh there is more. Like the Christmas presents on the couch and my rearranged kitchen thanks to Andrew dear... and the mound of blankets on the bed because I slept in...

Oh never mind.

I'm gonna go take a bath. With bubbles. And maybe even a candle.

Have a good night :D

Big families mean more posts about them, right?

So, here at Oddity of Oddities (like it's some kind of important something or other, right?) Christmas posting is still going.

Yes, I realize it's 2010. Hello, New Year. I will blog about you, soon, I swear.

Yes, I realize that Christmas was a week ago.

Yes, I understand that you may or may not be interested in my in law's playing pool and being male.

No, I don't care about any of the above realizations/understandings.

Avast, me hearties! Brothers in law on the horizon!








More later, when I don't have to work... which is very limited this week, so yay!

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas, just like the ones we used to plan....

 I honestly don't know why I'm here right now.

I have a QUADRILLION other things to be doing, not the least of which is packing, and there's dishes, and some wrapping, and I should be looking for that missing paycheck in the drawers...

But here I am. I am... here. And I am going to tell you about two things on this morning. My mother would call it, pardon my language, "colder than a well-digger's ass in Alaska".

Yes, it probably is, Mom, aren't you glad you work at Minit Market now?

First thing:
 I have a wonderful husband. These are the exact words of the card he gave me in my stocking (we opened on Saturday, my only day off til we leave):

My wife, my partner in love, my companion in pleasure, my soul's truest mate through this journey of life.

(That was the front)

You are my refuge when the day is long, my shelter when times are hard. You are the sharer of my dreams, my support when I am challenged, and my very best friend on this earth.

Yours is the face I want to grow old with, and yours are the arms I want wrapped around me at the end of each day for the rest of my life. 

Merry Christmas.

"I Love You. If I was better with words I would tell you this. Andrew"

Yeah. That was my Christmas card.

I love you, too, Andrew.

Mine to him was not quite as sweet this year. It was cute, but not as sweet.

Second!

WE'RE LEAVING TOMORROW FOR ARIZONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please excuse me for a moment. It seems I have peed my pants.

And I have yet to pack anything but a couple shirts and a pair of jeans. Now, this IS Arizona, and from the wonderful forecast I've seen... that's about all I'm gonna need. At least, according to most people here. I myself am going to need a couple hoodies and probably my fuzzy warm jacket, too, because I hate to break it to you people

FIFTY DEGREES IS STILL TOO COLD FOR MY LIZARDY SELF!!!!

Camp and Teresa are coming over tonight for the key to the apt. and their Christmas present that I bought last night because I'm a dweeb and thought I'd already gotten it and hadn't... Tonight is also the IMVU Christmas party that I'm hosting for my group. Everyone got presents, it should be lots of fun, as long as no noobs come in and spoil it. But I'm booting anyone that's not a packmate on sight... so we'll see.

And laundry. Today, I have to do laundry, so that everything I want to wear in AZ is clean, lol, because it's not right now... and shower, and shave, and wear that sexy little Santa outfit Andrew found in his stocking... O.O Did I say that out loud? Whoops.

AND I NEED TO PACK!!! I might actually go take a look-see about what I can stick in there right now.

OH OH OH OH.

 Pictures! I have to take pictures! Of the ride to and from work, and the area around here, and work itself, so I can show everyone there in Tucson and Hallmark, and San Manuel.

The next time you talk to me, I'll be in Tucson. Or maybe in an airport, lol, it depends.

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas, just like the ones we used to plan, where the cacti glisten and children listen to hear the coyotes on the sand....

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas, with every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright... and may none of your Christmases be white...

Christmas Presents of the Squished Variety

So this morning as I was wrapping a couple presents in my lovely penguin giftwrap, making the bows all pretty out of ribbon, trying to make sure there were no blunt edges like the good little Hallmarkian I am... I realized something.

These presents are going into luggage. With clothes. And shoes... and God only knows what else.

Why am I making them pretty???


By the way, out of the blue and utterly random as this is, my fortune cookie last night was:

"Your lost possession will be found within the month." In bed. (You ALWAYS add in bed.)


However, in or out of bed.... My bracelet can pop up any time now. Okay. Go.

No, really. Helloooooo, bracelet?

Or perhaps... perhaps something that needs to be "found" as in a second line or one less word... will pop up within the month.

Or I will have "found" out something awesome, miraculous, and very, very small...


Then again, maybe I'll just figure out where we lost Guardy's brain between here and Tucson.

My Family Needs a Little Help... *eye twitches*

It is my sincerest opinion that they need to add more variety to their pets.

I had to improvise.

Poor bird.

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In other news, we went bowling last night! It was fun, and I enjoyed it, although everyone was drinking and that was really quite annoying and gross. I hate alcohol, in all forms. It makes smart people stupid, and nice people mean. It is very, very possible to have fun without it... but it's not easy to have fun when it's split in half, some drunks, and some intelligence.

We brought Eirich home with us, which I wasn't especially pleased about. He sleeps on our air mattress and eats our food.... how is that anything cool or fun?

Today, we're going to a birthday part for Jen's little boys, Eric and Johnathan at around 3 or 4, and then after that, we're going to head to one of the civilian guys that works in the Armory, too, for a bbq potluck thingy. I'm going to do dishes and make Marlboro Man's Favorite Sandwich for brunch, and then, I'll take my camera and get some pics.

I want to show you more. I want you to meet Jen, who is beautiful and sassy. I want you to meet Stone, who's a walking stick with the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen (and I really don't find brown eyes attractive). I want to show you Eric, and Johnny, and Jeffrey, who is adorable. I wish I could introduce you to Addison, who is an angel on earth, but she's still in the hospital, and her mom, Morgan, which is where she got the angelic-ness from, and Young, her dad that did not contribute in anyway to her angelhood, lol, because he's a felon (he rode a 4 wheeler through a cornfield that WAS NOT marked, and the owner, that doesn't live there, got mad... and we now tease him endlessly).

And I would like to give you more Andrew. Just cuz I like him so much. =D

Pioneer Woman: The Most Awaited and Glorified Part Three!

I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. And then, once my head is back on, and I sit down here at my computer like the happy go lucky not about to be dinner cluck cluck that I am, I'm too tired to bother with typing more than is necessary. I sit on my Facebook with my head in my hands, and pretend to do something productive on CafeWorld.

I am just so tired.

I also have lately had heartburn from God knows where.... and gas... and I'm constipated... and I'm freaking angry at the world.

I think I might be dying of a new strain of the Swine Flu. This one is worse, though, it doesn't go after your lungs or liver or anything else that's not important. It hits your hormones and your digestive tract.

But enough about me! I must tell you about the Pioneer Woman! I left off somewhere around the awesome pasta. After that, I just wandered around the mall a little more. I had several hours left to go. I stopped in the maternity store to look at stuff there... Don't look at me that way. I have several pregnant people in my life. Megan, and Allison at work, and Teresa was... (she lost the baby again, poor dear, 5 weeks this time, but I didn't know that yet anyway) I'll tell you more about the maternity store later, when I feel more prepared to do so.

After that, I went and sat around the bookstore for a while, and waited. Waited some more. Wrote in my new planner. Waited again, and finally, I called my new-found friend Judy! Judy and I met on Facebook after commenting on the same post from Mrs. Drummond, and we struck up a friendship and agreement to meet while we were at the signing. We ended up being some of the first people to get our cookbooks signed. I was the first to give her a present :D Yes, I am gloating, thank you very much.


So, pictures!! They're all really bad. I'll save my favorite for last.

Here's the table before...everything =D

This is Judy DiSalvo. She is awesome! And so, so pretty! Oh, and me, with bad hair.

This is Tara and Renee (from left to right, I think). They were really nice to Judy's daughter and me, and then asked if we could have their books signed for them because they were in the last group. We said sure thing =D

THEE cookbook of all cookbooks and the reason Andrew hasn't starved to death yet.

I was shaking too hard to take a good picture, so I do apologize for the blurriness... and the bad angle, too. Sorry, Ree!

No, that is not a wad of tissues in my hand. I was not quite that overcome, lol, but it IS tissue paper, in which was a cute little Basset Hound keychain, in honor of Charlie <3

Betsey and Hyacinth! I can't even tell you how fashionable and put-together, and just awesome, all three women seemed to me.

Look! It says, Enjoy, Helen! <3 Ree/PW <3

I got TWO hearts in mine. The certain other person whom I bought a cookbook for and had signed only got one. I can't tell you who that is yet. She might maybe read this O.o

And I got a free t-shirt!! The small would have been tight on Mattison, so I got a medium 8)

 

Look at the pretty details! I love it. By the way, that's the website for Ree/PW. Right up there on the back hip of the shirt.

And last, but not least!

*drum roll please*

My favorite!

Yes, I realize it's kinda crappy. The pic-taking guy had NO idea what to do with my camera. But that's okay, we look like we're in deep conversation. That works for me =)

Ta-Da! And Yay!

And now, I'm going back to staring blankly at my Cafe before I go to work and get tired again.

Dear Santa... Writer's Prompt from Mama Kat

Ah, Thursday. Day of Writers' Workshops. I was born on a Thursday...they say, "Thursday's child has far to go." Seriously, isn't Tennessee and all of it's odd weather far enough?? The only thing further for me would probably be India...but at least it gets hot there.

But I digress. Brace yourself, this is gonna be a whopper.

Alexes did it.. I bet that if she wasn't having red and green food for Advent dinner, Michelle would do it. Therefore, I am gonna be a follower today and use one of Mama Kat's Famous Writers' Workshop Prompts :D

(Boy, I am just full of linky goodness today, aren't I?)

Dear Santa Claus,

This is not my best year. In fact, this might be the craziest year of my life so far, and given that you see me when I'm sleeping, when I'm awake, when I'm actually supposed to be sleeping but am instead awake doing ungodly things in the middle of the night....*ahem* Sorry, let's continue....you know that life so far for me hasn't exactly been --how shall I put this?-- SANE?

Ere-go, I've got quite the list for you. I don't doubt you can do it, but whether or not I merit it is still in question. I'm not really all that nice. Hence the snarky letter you're receiving atm. (That's chatspeak, means "at the moment". I'm sure you knew that. Mrs. Claus probably texts you like a madwoman when you're out with the reindeer doing whatever it is you do with them on the off season...)

First, though, I want to say thank you. It's been rather a while since I wrote. In fact, I was about 13-ish, and madly in love with Justin. I thought, heck why not? and asked you for a boyfriend that would love me "at least as much as he loves himself". Got that line from a book by Lynn Kurland. She's awesome, btw, I recommend her to the Mrs. wholeheartedly. Well, Santa dear, you delivered. In fact, you old over-achiever you, I didn't just get a boyfriend from the deal. I got an entire lifetime goober! =D Said goober is at work right now, but I'm sure he sends his love. He wants CODMW2 for the 360. (Again, I'm sure you're familiar with all of these acronyms by now. My life seems to be filled with them these days. That one there is Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Like we need another bang bang you're dead game around these parts, right? Because I don't already hear REAL gunfire when I go get a gallon of milk at the commissary, right?? *facepalm*)

So yes. Thank you. I loved him. He came at a weird time though. October? I mean... really? But it's made up for by his original plan to propose on Christmas....too bad that didn't go through. Friggin Army. But thank you =D I'll keep him for a good long while, feed him, all that good stuff. Unlike the Nano Baby that was in my stocking one year. I... *sniffle* I don't talk about Onan often. It hurts too much...*wipes nose on shirt*

This year, Santa Baby, I want a yacht. No, I'm joking. I can't swim. Why would I want a boat??

No, I want to win the lottery. Here is my plan. I want to win the Tennessee Lottery and move back to Arizona. Then, I want to with the Arizona Lottery. With both winnings, I plan to buy a little ranch somewhere around Oracle. Maybe... hmm, maybe somewhere off behind Great Grampa's old house. I wanna get a pair of good, sturdy saddle horses, a mare and a stallion preferably, one white and brown paint and the other a nice deep brown... oh, or one of the tan ones, with the black manes and feet. I'll plant watermelons and daisies and lavender and strawberries in my garden, as well as beautiful tall Ponderosa pines, like G. Grampa did for the Forest Service. We'll get a white Jeep Wrangler, and a nice sports car for Andrew. 350Z should do, dark metallic blue, and makes sure our road is mostly paved so that it doesn't hurt the suspension on it.

And the house we can have specially built. Two stories, with lots of open space and big windows... and a wide, open staircase so I don't have crazy vertigo like at Camp and Teresa's. Wood floors with big, soft rugs (the kind that don't slip, lol, you know me, Santa...) and a big kitchen, with an island in the middle that has a sink. Stainless steel fridge, one of those cool ovens that are stacked on top of each other, like the one in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. But I won't keep guns in mine. Oh, no, they will be fully functional, and fully used. The house will have to have at least 4 bedrooms, but we should probably mark that up to 6 bedrooms. We have a lot of family, and I know that eventually, someone will want to come stay with us. Six bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, a family room, and probably 3 bathrooms. Or maybe 2.5....definitely want one in the master bedroom, with a big clawfoot tub that I could (hypothetically) drown in. I don't really want to drown. I wouldn't be able to enjoy all of this as a ghost.

We could then have our three beautiful children that will have my coloring and Andrew's eyes...but probably need glasses and classes on how to move gracefully. I'll take them with the kids, for that matter, I could use a little extra grace... Oh, and a husky we'll call Hank Jr. and a Great Dane I want to call Clyde. Or Clementine. Cats, too, we need two, not including our lovely Kahlan, and maybe Diddles. But two cats usually turns into 12 cats eventually, so two breedable kitties will do fine.

Yes, Santa. I want all that for Christmas. It doesn't have to be this Christmas. I understand that some things take time, and I can imagine that the lottery, in two states nonetheless, could be tricky. But I'm confident that if we had both lotteries, we'd be able to pull all that off just fine. Oh, one more simple wish, though....could you pay for our schooling? I mean, if the lotteries don't cover it. I want to be a Midwife. Andrew is looking for something, but he would love to be a wolf rehabilitation expert.Then we would be able to afford all of this once the lottery dough runs out.

But... if you can't get me any of that, can you just make Andrew realize we need to move to better apartments? I'll take my life as it comes, Santa, but maybe living somewhere NOT filled with bugs (the crawling ones and the ones that you can fix) would make me very happy.

Merry Christmas.

PS. I know we moved, but if you could please bring our gifts in whatever form to Leslie and Chip's house in Arizona on Christmas Eve, we'd sorely appreciate it. For some reason, Grandpa Cavanagh doesn't want us at his house on Christmas Eve, so we're headed for the ranch instead. Be careful on the road. Grand Pappy Wash is a doozy in the winter time, even if you are flying over it. And remember, it's just after the Chapparel steakhouse on the Florence Highway. See you around when we have kids of our own :D

A new name and some other stuff before work.

Good morning! It's too early for me to be this cheerful, especially since I had such a trial last night. I couldn't sleep, not even a little. Andrew and I went to bed at 9:30 and I layed there a while, trying to sleep, but I had so much on my mind, I just...couldn't. So I got up to see how my video was uploading to my blog.

It wasn't.

**insert eye roll and facepalm here**

So I gave up, and I am very sorry. It was a cute video, but oh well. You'll just have to see my husband topless, fluffing a fake Christmas tree some other time.

I can, however, offer you a few photos of said tree.

And of our new and beautiful Kahlan Sedona, the cat who has yet to climb the Christmas tree.

I believe she's put off by the bird, who apparently gets the idea and starts freaking out, very loudly, when she gets too close to it.

Not to mention, our tree is only 4 1/2' tall. Not exactly a towering achievement if she did climb it, lol!

Also, if you're wondering what happened, I decided that I needed something.... spiffier than "The Adamis" for my blog name if I'm going to be seeing The Pioneer Woman, in person, in only a week!

Yes. THAT Pioneer Woman. The one with the amazing cookbook. The hunky hubby. The cute kids. The amazing cookbook....oh, wait, I said that. I'm gonna get her autograph! *dances around like a nasty little two year old*

And I'm going to buy Chels one, too, because out of nowhere, we discovered that we'd been reading the same awesome blog. How weird is that? Two sisters in law, on opposites sides of the country, both with very little interest in the food blog world in general...come across the same website on their own, put it on their own iGoogle pages for quick updates, and learn of this coinkidink two days before Thanksgiving when one of them casually mentions a corn and rice dish that the other had been drooling over a few hours before.

Oddity of oddities.

:D

Well, that's just dandy.

I woke up in a really good, energetic mood today. Yes, I realize how strange that sounds coming from me, the laziest person on the planet. Yes, I too am wondering how long this energy will last. Probably until I look in the utility room and see that pile of laundry again.

How do two people go through that much laundry in two weeks? How? Someone please explain it to me.

In any case, I'll give you a few little tidbits of my day so far. It's 8:00 am, which used to be 9 am, but my heart is still set on it being 7 am, because if it were 7 am, I would be back in Tucson.

So, let's number this, shall we? Like Monday Mumbles by the infamous, pant-unbuttoning Tooj.

1) I had a dream about my emerald ring last night. Not my wedding ring, which I can promise cost a lot more to obtain, lol, but my 24k gold emerald ring that my aunt gave my mother because it's my birthstone, and my mother in turn gave me. I dreamed I lost it. That would break my heart. So now it's on my right index finger, feeling awkward, because I haven't worn it in over a year.

2) There's a weird sounding siren outside right now that I'm trying to ignore, because I was just outside and it was clear as a bell. So it can't be a tornado siren, because tornadoes need two very different air currents, and that only can happen when it storms. Please don't tell me otherwise. I will panic. It won't be pretty.

3) They are making a movie of the video game "Prince of Persia", with the guy that directed Spiderman, Sam Raimi, and the main actor is Jake Gyllenhaal. Oh yeah. Awesome, awesome game to watch so I can't wait for the movie.

4) Andrew asked me if he looked bigger yet. Bigger as in, more muscular. I made him flex... then I punched his booby and said, "Ow. Yes."

5) Ever since I was a little girl, my bladder has been immediately and immensely effected by the sound of the shower running. Andrew is no exception: I now have to pee.

6) If my husband can remember to go to the commissary when he gets off work, I'll be making lasagna tonight. If he can't, he won't be eating, dang it. I want lasagna!! The only thing standing between me and it is the ricotta cheese I somehow managed to... misplace (or maybe possible kinda sorta didn't remember to buy...). LASAGNA!!!

7) I've been playing CafeWorld on FaceBook. There is no hope for me. I am addicted. I've even been setting alarms on my phone to tell me when something is done, so I can run to my computer and serve it...

8) Today, I need to do dishes, clean up the bathroom, and take the bird out of his cage for the first time in over a month... and then vacuum, because there will be bird seed everywhere.

Cards to buy this month: Nov. 5-- Mom and Dad celebrate 22 LONG years together
Nov. 10-- Ben turns 16
Nov. 12-- Amy turns 21
Nov. 26-- Thanksgiving cards for: Grandma and Grandpa Adami, Matt and Megan, Mattison gets her own :D, Steve and Chelsey, David and Rachel, Harmony gets her own :D, Grandpa Cavanagh, Mom and Dad, and Leslie, Chip, Ben and Phil.
Total: 12 cards

Beans. I'm gonna go bake some cookies.

I don't even have a title....

My laptop is dead.

Yesterday, I had to take Zedd back to the car doctor and on the way there, I had to stop very, very suddenly at a red light. It was either that or be a) photographed and sent my ugly mug in the mail and b) pulled over right then and there because there was a cop next to me.

Laptop went flying.

Not even 30 minutes prior, I was on it fine and dandy, typing up my Thankful Thursday post which I saved to finish at Borders while I waited on the car, so it had to be the brief flight it made from the passenger seat to the passenger floorboard... The screen does not work. Nothing. It turns on, makes all the right sounds like it's brought up my desktop; but I see nothing but black on the screen.

And I loathe this desktop. I hate being stuck in this little room, at this slow computer. It won't run IMVU and what am I gonna do there? I have a pack to take care of... I can't play CafeWorld on Facebook, and that breaks my heart...

Andrew says we'll get it fixed as long as the price of fixing the screen does not exceed the price the we paid for the computer itself. If it does... we'll just have to look into getting another, albeit cheaper and less awesome, computer.

*sigh*

Add that up with a ruined awesome purse (ink catastrophe), Chip being taken to the hospital for emergency gall bladder surgery, Bennie with a broken wrist due to free running, cramps like my uterus wants to jump out of my body, and various other minor thingies, yesterday was darned fantastic.

But what I'm thankful for on Thursday was/is: I am thankful for a husband that I can laugh with. I blew a huge raspberry on the part of his arm right above the armpit, that tender little skin there, and he called me a butt bubble. I think we laughed like 5 year olds for a good 15 mins, lol, over butt bubbles and armpit raspberries and the entire fact that we were laughing about them...
<3

Tagged!!

"Sacre bleu! I meesed one!" Well, no, in this case, it would be, "Sacre Bleu! I've been tagged!" Little Mermaid on the brain, I suppose... anyway. I was tagged by none other than the Domestic Diva herself. And she's right: this was fun :)


1. Where is your cell phone?
In the bedroom, on the nightstand, where I left it when I got up this morning

2. Your hair?
Needs to be washed, lol

3. Your mother?
Is in Arizona, probably at work.

4. Your father?
Is also in Arizona, probably on the couch.

5. Your favorite food?

Italian... or chocolate... or anything that resembles food...

6. Your dream last night?

Totally not going to go there...

7. Your favorite drink?

Chocolate milk! Or creme soda... or hot chocolate

8. Your dream/goal?

To be a happy, and good, mother

9. What room are you in?

The dining room, kinda sorta

10. Your hobby?

I'm a certified professional bird taunter.

11. Your fear?

I'm afraid of being that person no one wants to talk to because everything that comes out of her mouth is negative and hurting.

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?

Wherever Andrew is, with at least 2 kids and a dog, and this same stupid bird

13. Where were you last night?

Dead to the world lol

14. Something that you aren’t?

I can think of a whole lot of things that I currently am... OH, I 'aren't' playing Viva Pinata :D

15. Muffins?

Yes, please.

16. Wish list item?

Hyundai Accent... a little powder blue one with a black door stripe

17. Where did you grow up?

San Manuel, AZ

18. Last thing you did?

I used the bathroom :D

19. What are you wearing?

My black broomstick skirt and a cowl neck blue shirt with longsleeves

20. Your TV?

Is really big and in the den where it belongs

21. Your pets?

I have a feathered menace.

22. Friends?

Are all very far away, except for Teresa, who is busy often

23. Your life?

is amazing and fantastic compared to everyone else's in this world

24. Your mood?

Not bad, kinda hungry... really thirsty.

25. Missing someone?

Andrew, actually.

26. Vehicle?

Zedd.

27. Something you’re not wearing?

Earrings lol

28. Your favorite store?

I really like Kohl's

29. Your favorite color?

Pink, green, white and purple

30. When was the last time you laughed?

Yesterday maybe?

31. Last time you cried?

It's been a while.

32. Your best friend?

Megan :D

33. One place that I go to over and over?

STARBUCKS!!!!

34. One person who emails me regularly?

My mother -_-
35. Favorite place to eat?
Longhorn Steakhouse

I am going to tag.... all of you: Michelle, Clover Lane, Tooj, One Cluttered Brain, and Cassie

NaBloWriMo Day 17: Eye candy and a movie

Okay, so: Paranormal Activity. It's good. It's slow to start, but you get pulled into it anyway, start feeling worried for the characters. Some scenes are a little predictable but not as to what's going to happen... just that something... WILL happen. It built up to the freaky stuff heavily, with lots of little not too scary stuff happening, and then WHAM: you jump sky high! The end was kinda easy to figure, but if you weren't really worried about figuring it, it'll catch you off guard. I would honestly pay to go see it again. It was pretty awesome, but I think the best part was the audience. The comments from the peanut gallery (half of which here were drunk soldiers) were hilarious. Everyone jumped at some point, EVERYone. OH, that's what else was really good about it... the couple in it is really normal. Like it's two college-age people living together, not married, she's a student, he's got a job and they act like a real couple...stupid flirting, a little bickering, he keeps trying to get her to do him on camera which is hilarious and the language is realistic, no scripted out fake dialog between them, it feels like a real modern couple....the f-word is her favorite word, I think... but seriously, if you're even remotely aware of young adults today, that is how they talk, (note I did not say WE. I do not talk that way. You have to tick me off to the point of no return before you hear that f-word come out of my mouth)not all of them, mind you, but a good portion. It was very honest in that factor, and I liked how there was no music. Nope, not even a little bit. No soundtrack, nothing to focus on except the screen. There were also some parts that were just plain funny. No lame jokes, just funny stuff, stuff you would laugh about if you saw it happen to a friend or if it happened to you, even.

Okay. I'm done.

GO SEE THE MOVIE!!!

But don't eat popcorn...the people next to us actually threw theirs when they jumped O.o


Got this from Alexes at One Cluttered Brain :)



1. FAVORITE DRINK: Creme soda, oh yeah!


2. MY HOMETOWN: San Manuel, Arizona... and boy, do I miss it!!


3. FAVORITE SHOW: Legend of the Seeker


4. OCCUPATION OR WHAT YOU ARE IN SCHOOL FOR: Eventually, I'll be a midwife. Starting school hopefully in January


5. FIRST CAR: 2001 Chevy Cavalier... and Zedd doesn't look this good, sad to say :(

6. FAVORITE FOOD: Fettucine Alfredo *drools*

7. CELEBRITY YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD YOU RESEMBLE: Mandy Moore... I was told by a girl I reminded her of Jamie from A Walk To Remember. Sure, I'll take that, lol.



8. CELEBRITY ON MY "TO DO" LIST: Craig Horner, as in the lead actor in Legend of the Seeker *drools some more*


9. FAVORITE CHILDHOOD TOY: Make-up brushes!! I wanted to be an archaeologist, so my best days were spent in the dirt, carefully sweeping it away from pretty rocks.


10. ANY RANDOM PICTURE YOU CARE TO SHARE: Because I can... *has a puddle of drool forming on her table as she types*

NaBloWriMo Day 9: Appreciation

For those of you just joining me along this trip, this is day 9 of National Blog Writing Month. I've committed myself (yes, finally, off to the Funny Farm for me 8P) to writing here every single day in the month of October.

Whoa, doggy.

So far, so good and today, I have something worthwhile to say. Before I start, though.... I honestly tried, Tooj, I did, I tried reeeaaaly hard to make this shorter. Nothin' doin'.

First, let me ask you something. What do you really, truly appreciate in nature? What are you thankful for when it happens, truly thankful and pleased that it's occurring? What in nature makes you so very, very happy that you want to dance?

Now let me ask you this. What annoys you about nature? What is something, that when it happens, you moan and groan and think to yourself, "Omg, again?" What makes you want to shake your fist at the world and go crawl back into bed?

If you ask most people in many parts of the world, the answer will be, for both questions, RAIN.
RAIN makes full-grown adults want to dance.... or moan and groan. The difference is in location.

I've seen both sides of it now. I grew up in a world where rain came about once every two months, maybe even once a month if we were lucky... and then during monsoon season, a few times a week. When water is rare, it becomes precious. It becomes something wonderful, something joyous and celebratory. I've seen grown men run outside into the rain and stand there, happy as a clam, because it's beautiful, life-giving water. I've done it too... in fact, I've made it a tradition to go outside on the first monsoon rain of the year, and let myself be utterly drenched in the water falling from the sky (followed by a nice, hot shower inside, lol). I missed out on that this year, because we left not even two weeks before the storms came.

And now we're here... and I hate it. I have never, ever, in my 21 years been so tired of rain. I hate it now. I wake up to the sound of it and put my pillow over my head. I go to sleep to the sound of it and sing to Andrew mostly to drown out the constant drumming sound outside. It's been raining for two days...the water on the roads is so heavy that my poor Zedd sways on the way through and I can barely see. The moments where, were I home, I would be laughing, I'm now grumpy-faced along with everyone else.

Example: I was standing in the entrance of Border's today with a gentleman, watching as it poured sheets and sheets of rain outside. We were joined by a lady, and in Tucson, we would have been giddy with the rain. It would have been some bemused laughing, a little disbelief... but an enjoyable outlook. But not these people, not this time or place. I said, with my usual Arizona-brand amazement, "Wow." and the man next to me glared at me and said, "Yeah. Wow." in the most sour, grumpy voice imaginable. The woman looked outside and said, gruffly, "Ugh, I guess we're waiting, then." Both of them, though, felt like nice people. They looked kind, and friendly, and generally good-natured... but the rain turned them crochety in a split second.

What I'm getting at here is this: people who never see it, who never have that precious gift of water learn to appreciate it when it comes to them. People that have it always see it as an inconvience... but in truth, it is a blessing! It's an amazing thing, and it's under-estimated constantly.

I want to go home. I want to go back to the place where water is seen as a miracle, not a curse. Where people feel rain drops and exclaim with excitement, and take their toddlers outside to dance in the pretty, pretty puddles. I want to go back to being grateful for water falling from the sky, back where I hear thunder as I go to bed at night and feel comforted by the knowledge that my world will be green and fresh by the time I wake up, not soggy (and smelling like a fishtank, because FYI, it does).

In my opinion, one cannot appreciate fully that which is always at hand. It's in the absence of a necessity that we truly understand how necessary it is.

NaBloWriMo Day 8: Something New Because I'm Lazy

Okie doike then, oh random people who are reading my life story via blog! I'm about three steps from tired of this NaBloWriMo thing...but you see, I made a commitment. I won't stop unless it's a dire emergency. More than that, dang it, this is a competition! I may not seem the type, but I hate losing. I hate it. I hate it. I HATE IT.

I've gone too long without breakfast. The temper tantrums are coming back, with the CAPS LOCK key in tow.

So I've decided that today, I'm going to put up a nice little survey. Enjoy :)


100 Fun Questions Survey from Quizopolis.com

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? - I sleep with them closed... very tightly closed O.o

Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? - *shifty eyes* Yes, as a matter of fact, I do...

Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? - We don't use sheets, just a comforter.

Have you ever stolen a street sign before? - It wasn't STOLEN. Dad worked for the trailer court and it wasn't usable anymore...

Do you like to use post-it notes? - Yes! I like the pink ones!

Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? - I see this survey requires honesty. So.... yes.

Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? - Bees o.o I'm snack-sized for a bear, are you kidding?

Do you have freckles? - Yep, all across my nose, but they're worse in summer.

Do you always smile for pictures? - No, sometimes I take pics of myself and that requires concentration: no smiling!

What is your biggest pet peeve? - At the moment, it's rain. I hate rain.

Do you ever count your steps when you walk? - I used to! I used to count how many it would to take from the cafeteria to the playground in 6th grade

Have you ever peed in the woods? - *crosses out woods and puts desert* Indeed I have.

What about pooped in the woods? - Not in the woods, or the desert, sorry

Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? - Yes, because I have music in my head.

Do you chew your pens and pencils? - Not anymore, but I used to!

How many people have you slept with this week? - Um, just the usual one, unless there are creepy people sneaking into our house and sleeping with us O.o

What size is your bed? - It's queen-sized. We don't need much more than that.

What is your Song of the week? - "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet

Is it okay for guys to wear pink? - NO! It's not! It's not a good color for guys, bleck! No!!!

Do you still watch cartoons? - No, I don't watch any tv.

Whats your least favorite movie? - Snakes on a Plane or Napolean Dynamite. I can feel my brain cells die with those pieces of idiocy.

Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? - Somewhere along the San Pedro.

What do you drink with dinner? - Milk or chocolate milk... or creme soda!

What do you dip a chicken nugget in? - Ketchup, of course!

What is your favorite food? - Hashbrowns!

What movies could you watch over and over and still love? - Fern Gully, Beauty and the Beast, and A Walk To Remember

Last person you kissed/kissed you? - Andrew <3>Were you ever a boy/girl scout? - Yes, I was a Girl Scout. I made it to Junior.

Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? - If I wasn't married, and if I had the body (and height) for it, yes.

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? - Yesterday... I need stamps!!

Can you change the oil on a car? - No, but I can check it and then drive it to WalMart :D

Ever gotten a speeding ticket? - Nope.... no tickets.

Ran out of gas? - Nope.... I pay better attention than that.

Favorite kind of sandwich? - Turkey, bacon, Swiss, sprouts and honey walnut cream cheese on a plain bagel from Bruegger's.

Best thing to eat for breakfast? - Leftovers :D

What is your usual bedtime? - About 9 or 9:30, but not on the weekends.

Are you lazy? - Yes. I am actually very lazy, in my opinion.

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? - A princess, a tiger, did a year as the Little Mermaid (not my best idea), a she-devil, a faery...

What is your Chinese astrological sign? - Um.. Dragon?

How many languages can you speak? - I speak English, but I am pretty fluent in American Sign Language

Do you have any magazine subscriptions? - We have GameInformer.

Which are better legos or lincoln logs? - Legos!!

Are you stubborn? - Yeppers, I certainly am and you won't change my mind :P

Who is better...Leno or Letterman? - I don't watch those.

Ever watch soap operas? - I used to when I was little, lol.

Afraid of heights? - Yes.

Sing in the car? - Oh yes... obnoxiously.

Dance in the shower? - Let me think about this... slippery + no balance+ dancing? Do you WANT me to die?

Dance in the car? - No... again, do you want me to die?

Ever used a gun? - Yes, and I hope I never do again.

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? - Um. Image Shots for my senior pictures.

Do you think musicals are cheesy? - No, I love them...

Is Christmas stressful? - No, the time UP TO Christmas is!

Ever eat a pierogi? - If I knew what it was, maybe, lol.

Favorite type of fruit pie? - Apple, definitely apple

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? - Archaeologist, ballerina, firefighter, author, and interior decorater o.o

Do you believe in ghosts? - Yes.

Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? - Often, actually.

Take a vitamin daily? - No, although I know I should...

Wear slippers? - No, I don\'t even own slippers. I wear flip flops.

Wear a bath robe? - Sometimes, if I feel lazy or cold.

What do you wear to bed? - Not a whole lot, actually :)

First concert? - HANK WILLIAMS JR.!!!!!!!!

Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? - WalMart :D

Nike or Adidas? - Neither, they're too expensive.

Cheetos Or Fritos? - Cheetos

Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? - Peanuts.

Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? - Yes, but I don't listen to them

Ever take dance lessons? - I had ballet when I was about 7 or so.

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? - You mean, is there a future profession I picture my spouse doing? Either the military or law enforcement.

Can you curl your tongue? - *tries* Yuth uh than

Ever won a spelling bee? - No, lol, but I won a geography bee, lol

Have you ever cried because you were so happy? - Of course

Own any record albums? - Nope.

Own a record player? - Nope

Regularly burn incense? - I used to, actually, but now I have a candle warmer

Ever been in love? - Currently, thank you!

Who would you like to see in concert? - Taylor Swift or Dolly Parton

What was the last concert you saw? - HANK WILLIAMS JR.!!!!!!!!

Hot tea or cold tea? - I hate tea.

Tea or coffee? - Coffee! *aches for Starbucks*

Sugar or snickerdoodles? - Snickerdoodles

Can you swim well? - I doggy paddle like a pro, but that's it.

Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? - Yes.

Are you patient? - I try to be, but I know it's all a lie, lol

DJ or band, at a wedding? - DJ, because bands don't know every song.

Ever won a contest? - Yes! I got third place in a Halloween costume contest once

Ever have plastic surgery? - No, and I never will unless it's necessary.

Which are better black or green olives? - Green olives!
Can you knit or crochet? - No, neither.

Best room for a fireplace? - Of course in the living room... but wouldn\'t one be awesome in the bedroom, too?

Do you want to get married? - Not again, no thank you, sorry, beans...

If married, how long have you been married? - One year this Sunday!!

Who was your HS crush? - Andrew <3 style="font-weight: bold;" face="lucida grande">Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? - I can honestly say I have rarely, if ever done that, even when I was a little kid

Do you have kids? - Not yet.

Do you want kids? - Very much so.

Whats your favorite color? - I like pink, green, white and purple :D

Do you miss anyone right now? - Yes. I miss my Ducky, and my Squirt and my SIL very much.

Did you watch, Next Great American Band on FOX? - What part of, "I don't watch TV" did you not understand?


Take This Survey at Quizopolis.com



Also, before I forget, don't forget to stop by MrsB's confessions and look at her latest Halloween Give Aways. Even if you don't like them yourself, they are GREAT Christmas ideas! I've got my eye on the Colonial-style Earbobs from Penniwigs and the Kaleidoscope Kat Halloween Glass Tile Pendant
from Wicked Mama's Emporium.


Go look!!

NaBloWriMo Day 4: Also Cholla... Choy yuh :)

I'm sitting here trying to think of all the things I want to say to you and... I've got nothin'.

I mean, I have stuff to say but I don't really want to write it. What I want to do is go curl right back up in bed where it's warm and snuggly and not get out. Oh, and bring Andrew with me, dang it, because then it's even more warm and snuggly, the man's like a danged heater.

I am sitting here, and I am cold. I don't know that temperature is inside but says that it's 51 outside. I wonder if these people that live in Tennessee all the time realize that 51 degrees Fahrenheit is WINTER in my world. This is not FALL. This is WINTER. It's a beautiful 62 in Tucson, kinda chilly, but by noon it will be in the 80's or 90's The high for Clarksville?

Mid-60's.

Someone please take me home. I'll hug a freaking saguaro at this point, just get me back to Tucson!!! For those of you Eastern people or even those not American people who do not know what a saguaro, I shall post a picture. THAT, the huge green thing Rachel and I are standing next to, is a saguaro cactus. They live hundreds of years and they get as tall as trees, although in my mind, trees get as tall as saguaros. *EDIT: for further reference on the size of this ancient old man, I am 5 feet, 3 inches tall. It takes about 50 years for a saguaro to reach 4 feet tall, and another 50 to 60 for every arm. Consider this one's age.*

Also, say this with me now:

Suh wah row... or, with my accent, Suh wore roh.



In the words of my mother, "Ya did good, kid."

Um, there's not much else I can tell you. Tomorrow, we are taking Zedd to the shop to get him the works. Zedd is our car, so named for his AZ license plate, which was something or other ZDD. Yes, I still know it. No, I won't tell you. His name is Zedd, named so well for his license plate AND the remarkable Zeddicus Z'ul Zorander of the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind.

AMAZING SERIES. Simply awesome.

But taking Zedd to Firestone is going to be the highlight of my day. He's in desperate need. Lots of squeaking and clunking and chug-a-lugging going on, and none of it's good, let me tell you. Dad's pretty sure, from my expert impressions of noises and symptoms, that it's the timing belt, possibly a spark plug, and maybe the catalytic converter. I was supposed to check the amount of heat coming into the converter and the amount coming out. They needed to be the same or the converter was probably plugged, and that can lead to blown heads.

Blown head gaskets = MEGA BUCKS to fix.

Andrew made me scrambled eggs this morning. I asked him to, because we have two dozen eggs in there that need eating immediately. Andrew also made me chocolate milk this morning, and I didn't ask him to. He just wanted to hear me say he was wonderful again.

Andrew, you're wonderful!!!

I am so done for the day. Off to other NBWM posters.

Toodles.