I haven't even mentioned the cute ornament
auraesque sent me, which is adorable and I feel bad I haven't said anything yet. Yeah, it's been a busy week, but that's no excuse. Perhaps, partly, the reason I haven't is that it's an ornament. And if I start talking about ornaments I have to think about trees and that's something I'm trying to avoid doing. Because, really, I don't want to go get the massive, annoying tree out of the attic, and I don't think Mr. Smeddley will settle for another year with the Charlie Brown Christmas tree. The other option is spending money on a new tree that already has lights on it, and I don't want to do that, either. I'm too worried about the whole economy/job crisis thing to think it's worth it to plunk down a few hundred bucks on a new tree. But the other option is facing the attic, and seeing what damage those mice probably did... and I don't want to do that, either. Argh!
Plus my house is a mess, I have the largest pile of clean clothes you've ever seen to put away, I still haven't started my Christmas cards, let alone done any shopping, and all I want to do is crawl back in bed. Bah!
Also, I know I still need to send
gelsey an e-mail, but the jump drive with the PDF on it is all the way downstairs... ;) Maybe when I go get my next cup of coffee I'll remember...
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November 2009
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I'm so far behind
Do you think people in Africa say 'when you hear hoofbeats, think zebras, not horses'? ![]() Hawken: She is just big enough to fit in a Goblin pie. A Day of Knocks on the Door
Apart from parcel deliveries, it's rare or anyone to come to the ravens' front door on a weekday--Looby Loo's return from school (to be greeted everytime with "not today thank you!" 'cos I'm a boring old fart) excepted. Today's mini-avalanche was the exception. It started just after lunch with the Blue Cross paying a visit trying to locate the people whose tortie cat they'd picked up off the road. Couldn't help them, except by confirming I'd seen the cat around a couple of times. Sad that's it's gone: it was a cutie. Next it was neighbour with small child on bike from up the terrace. He uses the locked gate by our front door and had broken his key. So I handed over ours so he could get a copy. Failed to remember to ask about flat cat. Later ms_cataclysm dropped off the key to all cat feeding. She left as my gate key was returned. (Mustn't get the two keys mixed up!) Finally, for our door at least, Looby Loo came home. She'd just seen someone plastering their house and the street furniture with notices about a--my heart sank--missing cat. I put on my coat and wandered down the terrace to knock on another door. There goes my life of crime...
Just got back from the Sheriff's office, where I was fingerprinted. I've been sitting up till well past midnight for a few weeks now, and its killing me who likes my eight hours, granny naps, and more sleep. Nothing is stressing me out, I. Just. Cant. Sleep. Midnight Art!!
I am having Midnight Art in my studio if anyone wants to participate? ^_^ I still think sea-salt ice cream sounds icky.
So, I've had Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days in my possession for a little over twenty-four hours now, and my left thumb is already threatening to shrivel up and drop off. Which probably means I'm Doing It Wrong, but eh, what else is new. ...I think I like this game. ^_^ (Xion is a badass.) A good time is uploading Brad Pitt icons for your pups journal. Only for the indulging of the pretty. Interestingly some of those images of Brad with just the moustache and older, remind me a lot of a very older Paul Newman. Similar look. DW/LJ as FB
Thanksgiving was fun although exhausting. I basted the turkey in plum wine this year. It turned out good. ^_^ I also sent all the leftovers home with people and threw out everything else. (I kept some sweetpotatoes and pumpkin cake my mom made, but just a little bit and I already ate those. :P) I still have a ginormous bottle of riesling in eric's fridge. :P If you're not going to do something well, why do it at all?
You know how Frank n Furter told Brad and Janet he was making a man, with blond hair and a tan. And, the man was good for relieving his...tension??? Woot! The exciting conclusion!
Chapter Twenty Nine Knit… Purl… check on the cookies ( I remember the day I saw the news story about what happened. ) I was a diamond-tiara kind of girl in a dusty cowboy bar ( I felt completely overdressed as I walked into the pub. ) I could be mean and not post the end until tomorrow...
I don’t care what Daniel said, that rock was definitely out of bounds. ( One more trip back to the airport, this time clean and pressed, and in my own car. ) I love ewe, too. ( I jumped out of the shower and scrambled to get into my clothes. ) Cake, or Death? And by the way, we’re out of cake. ( Mike had the brawn and lack of queasiness you need to torture someone, but he lacked the imagination. ) They may not have come in on horses, but they were still a calvary to me. ( Daniel burst into the room, oblivious to the guns that swung in his direction. ) Whooooo-hoooooo!
Eyecandy. My muses as they look now. Remind me I'm never going to do this again, okay?
Sure, I could play that role, as long as they changed the name of the movie to “Gone in 600 seconds”. ( I decided on public transport to get across town to the Weston. ) I always hated jigsaw puzzles. Probably stems from when I was younger and my older brother would swap out half of the pieces with a different puzzle, leaving me completely frustrated. ( I approached the lockers, telling myself I would dig up Robin and kill her again if this wasn’t the end of this wild goose chase. ) |



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