I’m home! Home home home home home!!! Didja miss me? Huh, huh, didja? (laughs)

So, I am back from the frozen north.

I was up near Ticonderoga.

Although I am assured that it was not nearly as cold as it usually gets there – the temps stayed in the low 30’s the entire time. Apparently, its usually a LOT colder; with temps in the twenties and teens being the more common.

At any rate, we had a great time, great holiday. I met D’s folks, his siblings and family friends. I *think* that I was universally rubber-stamped with the “Good Egg” Time will tell.

There was some drama involving the ‘kins this weekend. I don’t want to get into it now – I am just now drinking coffee and waking up. Suffice to say that I am up to *here* ::gestures near eyelashes:: with J’s screwups. I’ll post about it when it doesn’t make my eyeballs feel like they are melting.

In other news, there will be dancing this Saturday night at Elysium. There will be a shindig at my place NYE for those what want a kid-friendly sort of thang. There will be a Hand n Foot party New Years Day, with black eyed peas and fondue** and liquor. Because no one should ring in the new year feeling schloopy and down.

** — on that note, I need fondue pots. I ::THINK:: that I have one somewhere but I surely will need more.

Meme – 50 ODD Things about you

If you read this, and want to, fill it out.
Learn 50 things about your friends, and let them learn 50 things about you.

1. Do you like blue cheese?
Yes. I have no bigotry where cheese is concerned. I will eat orange cheese, blue cheese, white cheese, green cheese, yellow cheese and all the varying colors with impunity.

The only exception to this is Brie. My disgust for it has nothing to with its color. No, I refuse to eat Brie because generally if a cheese is runny and smells like that, I throw it out.

2. Have you ever gone streaking?
When I was 18, I streaked my (then) platinum blond hair with green and purple. Does that count? Otherwise, no – not so much on the naked running about.

3. Do you own a gun?
Only a NERF gun. And, I hope to someday own a Wii gun. *bounces* Once it stops being eleventy-thousand dollars for a Wii system, that is. I would ask Santa for a Wii but, I haven’t been that good.

4. Your favorite song?
That is an everyday sort of thing and entirely dependent upon my music service. Today is “Halo” by Depeche Mode

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
Yes. Because I have found that they are for the most part evil creatures with personal agendas more suited to politics than medicine.

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
I don’t. They aren’t something that I spend alot of brain power upon. I’ve only got so much cognitive slots left and wasting it on meat tubes seems unproductive.

7. Favorite Christmas song?
Err…..The kind where there are a lot of screaming guitars? Oh, I suppose I like “Wizard in Winter” by …um…whatever their name is.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Um Java-Java-Java!, Um Java-Java-Java, Um Java-Java-Java!!

9. Can you do push ups?
I used to love those little orange sherbets. 🙂 I could do them anytime although apparently watching me eat one breaks a couple of city ordinances regarding Vice.

11. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
I have a little iolite in the tip of my ear. I wear that every day. I have no other jewelry ….*yet* ::shifty eyes:::…. that I would wear every day.

12. Favorite hobby?
I’m gonna have to go with the Cisco Kid’s answer on this one.

14. Do you have A.D.D.?
Never been formally diagnosed. This probably has more to do with my mistrust and fear of doctors than anything else.

15. What one trait do you hate about yourself?
My ability to denigrate everything about myself. Even the positive stuff.

16. Middle Name?

17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.
Its cold in here. Man, I’m sleepy. Work, you stupid fucking script~~Work!!!

18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday.
Gas. Dinner. …and that’s about it.

19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink.

20. Current worry right now?
Money. Flying to meet BF’s parents. Getting work done before I go.

21. Current hate right now?
My thighs.

22. Favorite place to be?
In bed, various activities.

23. How did you bring in the New Year?
Its not yet the New Year, fella.

24. Where would you like to go?

25. Name three people who will complete this?
Define “this”.

26. Do you own slippers?
I do. I need more.

27. What shirt are you wearing?
overlarge stripey sweater

28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
Never have. Although, I suspect the slippage factor during sex must be fun.

29. Can you whistle?
Yep. I don’t do it very often. Usually only when I am doing housework or puttering around the house.

30. Favorite color?
Orange and Black.

31. Would you be a pirate?
Pirate? Sure. I would also be an astronaut, a pilot, a professional domme, a surgeon…..

32. What songs do you sing in the shower?
I don’t.

33. Favorite girl’s name?
Hannah, Ruth, Octavia

34. Favorite boy’s name?
Jacob, Wiley,

35. What’s in your pocket right now?
There are no pocketsssssesss, precious.

36. Last thing that made you laugh?
my kid, this morning.

37. Best bed sheets as a child?
Haven’t given that much thought. Please see the brain slots theory above.

38. Worst injury you’ve ever had?
Um….Hrm. I don’t know about the worst, per se. But, the time I walked into a tree and cracked my head open ranks up there. Bled like a tortured pig.

39. Do you love where you live?
More or less.

40. How many TVs do you have in your house?

41. Who is your loudest friend?
That would be Dagan. We loves him but sometimes he feels that volume=being right.

42. How many dogs do you have?
None and thankya.

43. Does someone have a crush on you?
I’m pretty sure, yeah.

45. What is your favorite book?
I don’t have a particular book that I find to be my favorite. I enjoy lots of different books.

46. Favorite Candy Bar?

47. Favorite Sports Team?
The Yankees by osmosis.

48. What song do you want played at your funeral?
Morbid, much?

49. What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Dragging my butt to bed.

50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
ohgods, do I really really really have to get up? Drat, its a school day.

Alrighty. I am caught up(ish) on the wrapping of packages to be shipped. The which will go out today. Summerkins and I are going to make cookies and brownies and cakes – but no pie! (unless its pumpkin or chocolate pie) – tonight. Mostly for xMaS but also for tomorrow which is my birfing day. XXX turns around the sun. I would feel old and decrepit but I have too much to do.
Oh! Speaking of which — if you got an Evite to the thing tomorrow night and haven’t RSVP’d – do so, now. I would like to know how much non-pie to make.

On this morning, this bright and glorious morning, the Best Friend said unto me, “Morning….Aaaaaaa!”.
And I recalled that She is moving today.
And lo, I remembered that I had a key to Her house today.
And I said unto Her, “Argh, key!”
Verily, I panicked until BFF said “I can get it at dinner Friday”
And I was soothed.
And got some more coffee.

Dear Universe,

Today’s message is unclear, Universe. I am getting mixed messages: “Whoa…wtf?”, “Fuck you, you fucking fucker!” and “die,die,die,die!”

First off, may I say your timing sucks? A cold sore right before I head out of town to meet my BF’s parents is so fucking uncool.

Also? Last night’s dream was ten different kinds of weird. The setting — me about ten years ago, but blonde, Suicide Girl-ish and wearing a business skirt/suit thing. I worked for a law firm that defended elementals. We had a new client – Pink Bleeding Ice – which is some sort of flower according to my dream. Our firm had been hired to defend her against a combined drug/murder charge. I think I remember her pollen being very intoxicating and in higher doses, lethal.
She was tall, slender and had bright cotton candy pink hair – think Bubble Gum Crisis sort of cute. I had taken her to a high school to get her re-enrolled because it was important that she be perceived as “normal”. While we were there, we ran into another Pink Bleeding Ice flower. And, that’s about where I woke up. So. What are you trying to tell me, hmmm? I gotta say that while I am entertained, I am *extremely* confused.

My morning commute is already fun enough without adding the drunk person to the mix. So, a big hearty BITE ME to the asshole in the white Maxima. You damn near took off my front bumper this morning weaving back and forth across the highway, while doing 10 MPH *less* than traffic around you. mmmm…beer for breakfast. SO healthy. SO nutritious. SO smart. May you be rolled in butt-nuggets and fed to bears.

No Love This Morning,

ganked from various folk

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. (Some I know too well – ha!) I read your journals, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you for your interest in my words.

But here’s a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: “Ah, there’s so and so…they listen in rapture to the love-music of she-turnips.” (Think of it as your Christmas present to me.)

I’d love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal and see what gems of knowledge appear.