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The cool aunt

Paul says his kids call me the "cool aunt" because I am the one with the website who posts all the fun games.

Tonight, I am featuring this season's christmas game: CREATE YOUR OWN SNOWFLAKE. Or as I'm calling mine, my Sophlake. Get it? Ha ha ha. I crack myself up.

Anyway, here's mine. Go play!. It's all fun 'n stuff.

Duck vs. Technology

My friends crack me up. This is part of an actual IM conversation I had with my friend Raphael last night.

He's 32 31.

I nearly shot water out my nose.

RAPHAEL: dood, u simmin tonight?
ME: nah
ME: gonna go shower in a bit
RAPHAEL: shower ur sim instead!
ME: ha ha
ME: Um....
ME: but...
ME: I NEED TO SHOWER
RAPHAEL: why are u stinky?
ME: You know how sometimes you just want to shower cuz you'll feel all relaxed and snuggly?
ME: and also cuz you're a bit cold?
RAPHAEL: oh yea, but i prefer a tepid bath in that situation
ME: that's boring
RAPHAEL: WHAT?!
RAPHAEL: it isnt boring if you have bath-tub toys!
ME: Oooooh
ME: TOYS!
ME: I want toys!
RAPHAEL: all you need is a rubber duckie...an empty bottle of shampoo and a transformer!! then you can have a sea battle!
ME: OMG
ME: that sounds AWESOME
RAPHAEL: it totally is...my transformer usually wins...he uses the shampoo bottle as a torpedo and blows up the duckie!
RAPHAEL: but sometimes... the duckie flies over the torpedo and squashes the transformer

December hath arrived

You know you're having a good day when...

1. You finally get to turn on your heat and snuggle under the warm covers an extra 15 minutes in the morning


2. Your favorite black hat goes with your outfit


3. You listen to one song in repeat at least 50 times in a row, for the pure reason you can't get enough


4. You jump around you apartment to said song, dancing in circles, flailing arms, and eventually falling over cuz you've spun yourself dizzy -- all in fits of giggles, no less


5. It starts snowing just before lunch, so eventhough you've forgotten your wallet and cannot buy lunch today, you CAN walk to the Metrodome in the midst of a HUGE snowfall because it's JUST SO MUCH FREAGIN' FUN TO walk in the snow, throw snow at your friend, and giggle cuz snow is all cool 'n stuff


6. Creativity and progress on le secret christmas present are coming along swimmingly


7. Tomorrow is Friday

Its been a good day.

Feeling like a snack?

1. Appetizer: Tell about a toy you remember from your childhood.

Barbie. Man, the chic had STY-ELLLLLL.

2. Soup: If you could make one thing in the world absolutely free for everyone, what would it be?

Brains. Much as zombie's enjoy brains, so should the entirety of the mortal population.

3. Salad: Approximately how many times per day do you think about your significant other?

Uhhhh... well, since I don't have a significant other I prefer to spend that time thinking about myself. *Dear Margaret, why are you so humble? Love, Margaret*

4. Main Course: Name something you believe in 100%.

Love.

5. Dessert: List 3 things you did this year that you would consider a "good deed."

Helped out the employer in more than a few tight james, would do anything to help out this chica (so I'm pretty sure I've racked up some good cosmic credit there), and all the freebie design I've done for friends and family (lots and lots and LOTS and lots of freebie design went down).

Must have more...

This is for everyone who's been hard at work today. Or in his case, hardly working.

Interactive, ADD Attention Getter aka Bubblewrap.

On the other hand

Why is it that when I leave for work in the morning I take, what I think, is the shortest route through the city... and when I leave work in the evening I use the same approach... only to find out that I end up taking a different route in each case?

Because to take the same route both ways would be the long way one of the ways. So... logically, doesn't that mean that my thought process is really flawed in both cases and I need to find a route C?

But what if a route C doesn't exist? And routes A and B are actually equal, but both not the optimal route from home to work or work to home?

*scratches head*

Time for a drink.

Pica-sopheava

Because 2 interactive games weren't enough this week, here's magic 3: Mr. Picassohead.

My portrait - whoala!

From Sylvia

I love this part of the movie Sylvia.

Achoo!

I haf been sick all day long, and not even her new dethign ith making me feel bether. *sniffle*

No smarth-ath posthing while sick... anyone haf chicken soup?

PS...
I'm getting together a site redesign that will launch in a few weeks, at which time all designs in my skins section will get yanked. Get 'em while you can peeps.

Po-sum-on me, Jeremy

*cough*

Things have been better in the Andrews household. It's midnight and I can't sleep. *drama* Woe, oh woe is me */ drama* When I lay down my throat does that annoying dry thing it does, where everytime you swallow you feel like you're gulping down the equivalent in air of a massive hot air balloon, only to be struck with a coughing attack 2 seconds later cuz everything is scratchy. And just to rub it in, every place in my apartment is comfortable EXCEPT my bed. That just figures.

I decided to go all chinese medicine on this cold... so I've rubbed po-sum-on all over my chest. Which is great 'n all (kind of like Vicks only smells much, much nicer and does a lot more good), but now I'm rubbing my eyes cuz I'm so tired, and I've ended up with tingly, strong po-sum-on in my eyes. Making them water all over the place. Thus making me a coughing, wheezing, air gulping, eye watering, sniffling, sneezing, tingly chested loser.

*cough*

On the bright side, between all the napping I did this weekend I treated myself to lots of "Margaret-Movies". Her definition of a Margaret-Movie goes something along the lines of: romantic, foreign, mushy-pants, love-wins-out in a period piece type of flick. Jeremy Northam is my hero *sigh*.

What cracks me up in several of these movies is that the lead character is a "gentleman". That's right. He doesn't do anything, ever, except enjoy his wealth and stature in society. So then I get off on one of my mental tangents, wondering how in the world that sort of title would be received in 2004. I think Jeremy Northam should come over to my house so we can discuss this over tea.

I'll just wait here.

*cough*

I'm in between naps

When you're sick and have called in to work, things to do:

1. Sleep.
2. Christmas shop online.
3. Watch Love Actually on repeat - cuz holiday cheer is in this year.
4. Sleep some more.
5. Read The Count of Monte Cristo, because reading modern smut was soooooooooo summer of 2004.
5. Sleep some more, then wake up and decide you need to be a screenwriter because all the eff'ed up, detailed dreams you've been having that have included buttered popcorn, several male roommates, baby orange tabby kittens, and fish net stockings should be put to good use.

I guess this means I'm not really over the fever thing yet, am I?

Stepping beyond

What I've learned today:

-- If I wake up earlier, there's actually HOT WATER when I shower!
-- I have no appetite when I'm sick.
-- Paperclips can double as safety pins (I won't tell you what item of clothing I was holding together).
-- 2 green tea's, 1 soy cha tea x-tra hot, and 1 green tea with cinnamon fills a girl up like WHAT!
-- $1.31 buys Joe a burrito from taco bell. What happened to their 59/79/99 menus?
-- I'm funny even when I'm sick.
-- What with the word "What?" being the most overused today, I've learned my hearing has diminished significantly.
-- I don't like listening to music at their unnaturally loud volumes when I'm sick.
-- When she reads his entry about someone he knows who might be famous, her first question is, "Is he cute?" Shameless, my dear.
-- When I'm un-well, I'm tired by 7pm.

Time for me to get my sick little bootie to bed. Stay well and warm people.

In the news

I'm going to make a bold statement here. On the edge of reason, perhaps: Methinks that when English children read this list, promescuity won't decrease.

I wonder if a *certain* website will be included on that reading list?...

What?

I'm just saying...

On the DL

Because on Wednesday, everyone should do a jig....

Ms. Pimpify

Someone has a new book cover!!! (sorry about the enormous file size... integrity would have been lost - sheesh!) Miss Sophie apologizes for the delay *cough*, but I've been all sick 'n stuff.

If you haven't read it yet, you're NOT ONE OF THE COOL PEOPLE!!!! Go read Steve's brilliant, AMAZING novel The Vandals Take Manhattan.

Now, just so we're clear - I have dibs on his second novel's cover too. Back off bitches.

Where do I begin today?

There is plenty to be said today. Plenty.

So this morning I'm getting you started with a little Friday breakfast. We'll chat again soon.

1. Appetizer: Make up a word and give us its definition.

Smorgasming - I'll let the adult viewers figure that one out.

2. Soup: What is currently your favorite song?

Because it's Christmas, Tchaikovsky's "Arabian Dance" from the Nutcracker. Always one of the most beautifully choreographed pieces in said production. Always.

3. Salad: What's at the top of your Christmas wish list this year?

That everyone realize how fortunate they are. Really. People need to appreciate up in this bizzatch.

4. Main Course: Name a scent that reminds you of someone special in your life.

Obsession cologne. My father wears it, and whenever I used to drive his car I would get it on my hands. It just fits perfectly with his chemistry, ya'know?

5. Dessert: Who is someone on television that you feel probably shouldn't be, and why?

Newscasters as we know them today (just pick any of them). They spend far too much time spreading fear and propaganda that could be tomorrow, rather than focusing on all the love and good that is our community today.

Saturday's three things

Swiped this from Ms. Muse.

Three Names You Go By:
1. Margaret
2. Mags
3. Dood

Three Screennames You Have:
1. sopheava
2. übershique
3. teragram

Three Things You Like About Yourself:
1. my hair
2. my sense of humor
3. my style

Three Things You Dislike About Yourself:
1. can't sleep in in the mornings
2. my voice
3. that I drive a family sedan

Three Parts of Your Heritage:
1. French
2. German
3. Welsh

Three Things That Scare You:
1. snakes
2. psycho ex-boyfriends
3. back to the snakes thing *shudders*

Three of Your Everyday Essentials
1. shower
2. scarf (at the moment)
3. my MP3 player, for the walk to work

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. glasses
2. the kitty blanket
3. a one-size-too-small foo fighters tee

Three of Your Favorite Bands/Artists (at the moment):
1. Kelly Clarkson
2. Paul Oakenfold
3. Portishead (I have to say that one cuz that's who I'm listening to, at the moment)

Three of Your Favorite Songs at Present:
1. Kelly Clarkson - Thankful
2. Tchaikovsky - Arabian Dance, from the Nutcracker
3. Groove Armada - Edge Hill

Three New Things You Want to Try in the Next 12 Months:
1. freehand drawing on my computer
2. pilates
3. the water on an Azores beach

Three Things You Want in a Relationship (love is a given):
1. honesty
2. laughter
3. rip-each-other's-clothes-off attraction (what? well I do!)

Two Truths and a Lie:
1. I have a date next week
2. I bought a kitten today
3. I have a new job

Three Physical Things About the Opposite Sex (or same) That Appeal to You:
1. beautiful skin
2. style / taste
3. clever / witty sense of humor

Three Things You Just Can't Do:
1. eat green olives
2. juggle
3. revert back to my original hair color

Three of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. read
2. design / creative anything
3. enjoy music

Three Things You Want to do Really Badly Right Now:
1. take a shower
2. kick zombie ass in Half-Life 2
3. turn up my music REALLY loud

Three Careers You're Considering:
1. Lounge singer
2. Prima ballerina
3. Field consultant for the Travel channel

Three Places You Want to Go on Vacation:
1. Azores Islands
2. Prague
3. Florida

Three Kids Names:
1. Sophia
2. Eva
3. Ask-Your-Father

Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
1. visit the Azores Islands
2. master the piano, again
3. have children

You know you're a graphic designer when...

Boy, all the signs are pointing at nerdling when you receive the following requirements and everything makes perfect sense to you:

*go me, go me... go, go, go me!!!!

PS, I have a new job

The cat is out of the bag

Well, I'm not entirely certain everyone read my previous entry, but I can tell you that after a night of edamame, sushi rolls, ginger dressing, gyoza, cucumber rolls, warm sake, martinis, carrot cake, and tiramisu - that it is quite a done deal that I have a new job.

I've been aching to tell everyone about my big news, but couldn't really go there until everything became official. Forgive me?

There is sleep to be had, so I will briefly tell you that I'll be a full-blown web designer for a very large, amazing company in the Minneapolis metro area. And that's about all you get. The people I have met with are SO fantastic and I'm delighted to bits to work with them! I won't begin until just after the new year.

*YAYYYYY*

Whew, so glad we finally cleared the air on that one! Ok, you may resume with your normalness once again. Mwah!

Orange you glad

Because everyone needs to know how to make teeny tiny, itty bitty mini-oranges out of clay: Read on.

Club breathable

Here's your entertainment for the week (as if fashioning miniature oranges wasn't enough?!):

-- The End of the World, hokay? Because heveryone needs to happreciate.

-- Same creator, this time for Nike, because he's NOT BLOCKING OUT YOUR ANNOYING VOICE.

Hhhhhhhhave fun and let it all hout :)

Here's to you... *sing along*

Tomorrow is my going away party at work... eventhough my last day isn't until next week Thursday! Talk about *some* people excited to get rid of me early! I'm getting the typical, "Um, yeaaaaaaaah. I'll try to make it!" from the sales guys. Shocked. Truly, I am.

Then you have the developers who are all "ALCOHOL!"

And I'm all, "Shyeah."

And the old crew that survived the banker wanker office all, "I'm going to cry, please let me attach myself to your leg as I look at you with my puppy dog eyes and tell you how wonderful you are in dactylic hexameter."

And I'm all, "I love you man."

And they're all, "Totally."

And I'm all, "Awwwwwwwwyeah!"

And they're all, "BEER!"

It's like gonna be all cool 'n stuff.

So I'm just sayin', if you find yourself in downtown Minneapolis tomorrow night I highly recommend A) leaving your camera at home, B) bringing lots of cash, and C) looking for the chic who's hair is platinum blonde and flaming red and give her HUGE hugs and kisses in that immediate moment after you buy her a drink because she likely deserves them. Likely.

In other news, today I heard sweet words eminating from one of our programmers and almost fell over in anaphylactic shock: "Margaret... you were right. UI *does* matter. Will you h-h-h... *gulp* ... help me?"

That's right. A devellllllllllllloper. Swoon.

I can now happily be strung by my toes with the secret knowledge that I've converted each and EVERY programmer at my company in to that person who realizes color, layout, and style have their proper place in every project. Even Craig - who doesn't respond to anyone but Jack. Or Jim. I'm not saying they really know what to do with their vast and new knowledge, I'm just sayin' that as of 8:04pm this evening they know enough to IM me, "Ummmmm... Maaaaaaaaaaaaaargaret?" when they realize they're about to mess with the UI. I'm a good deed do-er, really I am. All saving the world from unnecessary ugly design 'n shit.

Please, join in the festivities. There is celebration to be had.

Wondergirl

Interestingschlaagen (obscure German dialect on the dl)... it's Friday and there's no Friday's Feast yet! *muffled yelps* Let's just get on with today's friendly PSA, shall we?

-- Everyone needs Friday music - especially the kind of Friday music that'll have you singing about the devil in your shower. Guaran-darn-teed. Yes, I do believe my work here is just about done. Right click Save-As or there *will* be coal in your stockings!

Tenacious D - Tribute
Tenacious D - Wonderboy

-- Relaunch is happening this weekend if I'm not too hung over to pull it off. Get yer skins today while you still can - everyone is at my mercy in T-48. Mwah ha ha ha ha!

-- Funny names. Casual read for the linkless. And if everyone is as sick and twisted in the head as I am, the name "Mary Malouf Teabaggy" puts you in fits of giggles.

-- This is a reminder to self to finish Christmas shopping. Yup, I suck. Have had ZERO time get that shit done, that is my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Is it me or since I resigned have I actually been working harder and longer? Double-You-Tee-Eff mate?!

-- I tried real, real hard to keep this last bit under wraps but I JUST CAN'T! I think we're all familiar with the fact that I heart girlie flicks, but I think my condition is worsening. I picked up the movie Princess Diaries 2: A Royal Engagement earlier this week and I MUST BE RIPPED AWAY FROM IT, WITH AS MUCH DRAMA AND FACE-CLAWING AS ONE CAN MUSTER, EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! Seriously, I love this movie. It's cute... and heartwarming... and like totally cool (I don't know, what sorts of adjectives are the teeny boppers using these days?). Anyway, I felt I had to confess my horrible secret as my not confessing was worse than a two-faced lie.

That's all. Happy Friday.

Feelin' Green

Hmmm. Something seems, different?!

Can't... put my finger on it.

Lists of 2004

This isn't an exact science, but I've spent a bit of time contemplating the best bits from the past year and came up with some lists (expanded on last year's post's a bit).

And while Mary Cruisie might not win a prize for her profound writing, many of the items on this list were memorable to me in some fashion. Get that last bit?

Some things will never die.

The Best Albums of 2004
1. Paul Oakenfold - Perfecto Chills
2. Faithless - No Roots
3. Kelly Clarkson - Thankful (really)
Honorable Mention: Tenacious D - Tenacious D

The Best Movies of 2004
1. The Italian Job
2. Emma
3. Mean Girls

The Best Photographs of 2004
1. Happy Accident
2. Life is a Masquerade
3. Totally Fake

The Most Beautiful Websites of 2004
1. Just Watch the Sky
2. intensify.org
3. Juxt Interactive

The Best Websites of 2004
1. Dooce
2. Fark
3. Deviant Art

The Best Blog Entries
1. The Tale of the High-heeled Stink Weasel - Infinite Pink
2. A Story About Someone Else's Ass - Dooce
3. Word of the Day - Le Serial Cynica

The Best Books I Read in 2004
1. The Vandals Take Manhattan
2. The DaVinci Code - Dan Brown
3. Welcome to Temptation - Mary Cruisie (right, so it's not Shakespeare)

The Best Gadgets of 2004
1. Creative Nomad Jukebox Zen MP3 player
2. Firefox
3. Statcounter

The Best Alcoholic Drinks of 2004
1. The "Screaming Blue Meanie" from The Newsroom, downtown Minneapolis
2. Absolute Capecode
3. House sake from Nami

The Top 3 Things I Did in 2004
1. sopheava.com
2. got myself a new job
3. made the decision to always put myself first... and acted on it
Honorable Mention: Le Blessed Event™ with my indigo sister

Brrrrrr

1 Year Birthday

Tomorrow is the one year birthday of my blog. Why it was only one year ago I sat in my bed with my laptop and purchased sopheava.com, much to the confusion of my family and friends.

"Margaret... What the hell is a blog? For that matter, what the eff is a sopheava?!"

Well, everyone was confused except Steve (huh, isn't that just a first for Mr. Prakope!). And now *sniff* it's all growed up *tear*. I know what you're asking yourselves right now, how did it all happen? Under what circumstances does one BUY a website and actually, um, do stuff to it 'n stuff. Good question my astute readers. Here's the long and short of it.

It's nearly Christmas in 2003 and I'm home (in my vanilla-scented, zen, softly lit, cozy, warm abode) "sick" from work. *cough* I was laying in bed with my laptop (well, if you don't have a desk where the hell else are you going to spend the majority of the time on your computer?) IMing with Miss Cynica - who, coincidentally, was only Queen Kaydee in those days - when epiphany struck. "Lo! One can never achieve the status of web designer without a home on the cloud that is the internet." I wanted a sandbox. More importantly I wanted a reason to bond with the color pink. Mmmmmm... pink.

In all of a half hour I picked the name sopheava.com, got myself registered with DotEasy, fixed myself chai tea, and promised myself that as this was a Christmas present to selfish-self I would blog once per day and crank out at least 1 new design per month for a year. Yeah... well (lesson learned) the next time I go and promise myself something so daft in a whim it will involve a white, sandy beach and the descendent of a greek god. You have my word on that.

1 year, 476 entries, 775 comments, 29 designs, 3 stalkers, and only 1 fight later it's the big b-day. As part of my mini-birthday celebration I did a re-design of the site this weekend. The changes were mostly of geekazoid proportions behind the scenes but I've also implemented a few face-value changes because people, IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU. Natches. Per normal, you can savor the yumminess that is skin-changing in the skins section.

In conclusion lovely readers, let's recap a few highlights of the past year kay?

1. Went through a move from here to here (and gained one of these).

2. There was that time I caught my wash machine masturbating.

3. You learned 100 useful things about me.

4. I became a superhero.

5. You found out what I really think about the new Wisconsin state quarter.

6. This entry has single-handedly brought more visitors to my site than any other entry. I can't believe no one's emailed me in offense yet. Heh.

7. It's not everyday you get to see me hugging a giant, orange moose.

8. You met my boyfriend Markus. With a 'K' people.

9. I single-handedly boosted sales for the Gazelle Glider. Er.. the Giselle Glider.

10. Haircuts, there were a plenty. First there was that time I dyed it red. But then there was that time I REALLY dyed it red. (Steve, this one is just for you since you're having such a difficult time remember what it used to look like - heylookitsabunny!!!!) Perhaps it's time I post pics of how it looks now if HE WILL EVER GET HIS HUNGOVER ASS IN GEAR AND POST THEM!

11. Slowly found out I'm the love child of two brits.

12. Belle de Jour and I had a go.

13. Did things to Ralphie that didn't make it in to the movie.

14. Became a prostitute.

15. Showed you my shower.

16. Became the lead character in TWO NOVELS!!!! Like, real live novels 'n stuff!

That's all I got peeps. Happy Birthday dear Sopheava. Next year I'll throw a *real* part-hay.

The going away party, episode 1

Friday was the going away party, episode 1. Friends... alcohol... digital camera... you get the idea. I'll just let you take a look at some of the photos for yourself (I had nothing to do with the Mary Tyler Moore photo - honest).

Monday and/or Tuesday there will be an episode 2 and/or 3. Be there or be sober.

I have a secret

So.... um... I have a secret.

A big secret.

And uh... I want to tell you. But I probably shouldn't.

Cuz it's my secret.

But I think I'm just gonna tell you anyway.

Ummmmmm... soooooooo... I'm thinking of buying a new car. *gasp*

See for yourself:

Continue reading "I have a secret" »

Mama never taught me about this stuff

Never before in my entire life have I washed my whites only to find all kinds of stains on them when they come out of the dryer.

If only people in this building could leave me a nice, clean washer. Is that too much to ask? Seriously... how have they managed to ruin every white thing I own?

So tonight I stopped at the store and bought bleach. Standard, Clorox bleach. I know this will work because all the advertisements on TV told me so - thank goodness I have them there to tell me what to think! But... what do I do with it now? Do I just add it to the wash cycle? Will it just turn all my whites completely white again?

Girlfriend's gotta know! Clorox should use the line, "These stains are WHACK," in their next commercial. Has a nice ring, no?

Another reason I'm thankful

I'd love to chat a bit tonight, but thanks to Prakope I'll be curling up in T-2 in one of these.

That is, under 2 warm blankets, with 2 squishy pillows, zero lights on, one candle burning, all so I can watch this.

This story would be so much better if this movie were really scary. Alas... life is bloody good right now.

Vitton diva

Miss Cynica got skinned today. WHAT?! Tomorrow is my last day at my job and I was all bored 'n stuff. After all, what are last days supposed to be about if you can't give your friend a lovely, gorgeous, pink Baldwin skin?

Go say hi, mkay? Thanks.

If anyone else has been nice maybe they will get new skins for Christmas too! *wink wink*

Jingle all the way

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas! Upon returning home last night, I was happy to realize that of all the blogs I read, not a single person had posted this weekend... which, I hope, means that everyone was happily unwrapping presents, eating, laughing, drinking, and enjoying time with their loved ones. But more importantly it eradicated all guilt I felt about not posting the past few days. Whew.

On Friday morning, I drove to Wisconsin to spend time with the fam. A 5 hour drive to anyone would seem absolutely ridiculous, but it's funny that when you are the one doing the driving (alone, mind you) it's like you go through the 5 Official Stages of Mentally Processing the Long Drive Ahead to deal with the, uhhhh, long drive ahead.

1. Stage 1: The Number Game. Mental games, where you tell yourself, "It's only 1.5 hours to Eau Claire, another 1.5 to Wausau... and then I'm practically there! Just another 1.5 hours after that!" Man, that's not a long drive at all.
2. Stage 2: Food Substituation. It is written law, right here mind you, that stopping at McDonald's during annnnnnyyyyy road trip is a moral imperative. I may not eat fast food at any other point during the course of a year, I may not even be hungry, but nothing placates the reality of the situation better than a nice, large, greasy, salty order of fries from McDonalds. Mmmmmmmmm.
3. Stage 3: Multiple Automotive Disorder. It is a verifiable fact that when one imagines themself driving a speedy, sporty, bass-thumping Mini Cooper S instead of the needs-to-be-washed, maroon, family sedan, Oldsmobile, without a working driver's side window but WITH a pimped out, plush interior for the duration of the trip, they will make record time.
4. Stage 4: Disorientation. Disorientation as a result of singing at the top of one's lungs for an extended period of time, mind you. "How in the world did I get to Wausau this fast? I was JUST in Eau Claire a mere minute ago!!!!!! *Since you've been gooooooooooonnnnnnne / I can breathe for the fiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrst time...*
5. Stage 5: Acceptance. I have to go to the bathroom.

It was a really lovely, intimate Christmas with the fam. I have the very special privilege of being 27 and single, which means that I still go home every single year and spend Christmas Eve with my parents eating shrimp and steak or lobster, after which the 3 of us open presents together! It's a lovely, intimate tradition I'm very fortunate to share every year. Let's see, of the notable gifts I received there was Mary Poppins on DVD (perfect in every way), soup (for the next time I go and get myself sick and don't have anyone around to bring me some), cash (which will be very useful as I'm purchasing pants for my new job - I'm gonna miss wearing jeans to work every day *tear*), and then there was the Deluxe Edition of Scrabble. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwyeah. That's right, I *luuuuuuuuuuuuurve* me some Scrabble. This one has a swivel top and little guides to hold the letters in place and everything! W00ty w00!

Interestingly enough, my brother's and I gave our father a website this year for Christmas. That's right, MY 65 YEAR OLD DAD WANTED A BLOG! He's so cool. Using his initials, we created AceWisdom.com - mostly a name we pulled, er, out of thin air just to fluff up his ego a bit ;). He's a financial GENIUS so I expect he will be posting lots of useful information about money management. Check it out if you have a spare moment:

That's all for now peeps. Happy 3 days until New Year's!

Water, anyone?

Riiiiiiiight.

So not cool to come home, open up your fridge, and see this:

Guess I have a bit of shopping to do today.

Life is... good

*sniff* I would sooooo be blogging something interesting tonight if it were physically possible, but as it turns out I'm far too sniffly, red eyed, and splotchy from the movie Garden State. That's right, I will admit it to all the hard-asses in the house.

I sat on my beautiful, white couch all wrapped up in 2 blankets and cried my eyes out during that wonderful movie.

That's all peeps. Go rent it now.

Ooh, but then watch Shaun of the Dead.

Ohhhhhh yeah. A night of splotchy and zombies. Does life get any better than this?

Utter, huh huh, nonsense

*Please imagine tonight's message to the tune of Thunderstruck, as lovingly played by AC/DC*

Will someone please help me understand the whole cell phone thing? Anyone concerned about the state of my refrigerator will be happy to know that I've gone and spent a metric fuckton of money on a metric fuckton of food. Yes, I have guaranteed life as I know it for at least another 3 months - no need to send in the national guard. Thanks for all your concern though.

Normally I shop at the very nice Lunds located in Uptown (which isn't anywhere "up" from "down" town, go figure), but on the special occasion I am requiring a fuckton of anything I make a special trip to the über-large Cub foods located way out in the suburbs. Fifteen minutes from downtown, as always per Steve).

What gets me is that I would say upwards of 70% of the occupants of this particular Cub were on their cellphones whilst shopping. I mean, ?!?!?!?!oneoneoneone!. Are people really so insecure they can't even go shopping without having another voice on the line salving the atrocities that are Cub (although, if any of you had seen this particular Cub, you might understand why people were NOT wanting to remember any of it...)?

I just... I mean, ARGH! I got to listen to all kinds of stuff about female problems, this family member and that family friend, not to mention the large preference of Diet Coke over regular Coke. People, I have an announcement for you: THE VEGETABLES ARE IN ISLE 1, not next to the Diet soda. I nearly rear-ended 5 suburbanites in the vegetable isle as they would stop mid-stride to chat, thus blocking me and 7 other angry shoppers behind me from progressing to the deli. Really, this cell phone thing is getting out of hand.

Land lines people. No one needs to talk to you that bad that you get taken in to the men's restroom with them (I actually saw people at my old company do this... *shudders*).

Land. Lines.

Ok, I'm done. In other news, I gave my two favorite people this week the movie Shaun of the Dead. So far the zombie-loving one of the group has emailed me back to see that indeed,

It *IS* one of the best movies of the year and everyone needs to see it at least twice. This is my good deed, now go. And eat braaaaaiiiiiins. Mmmmmmm.

Eternal Seconds

It's the last day of the year... *whew*. And what an interesting one it was!

I'm a very lucky girl - I get to spend New Year's with one of my *VERY* best friend's who I've known since I was 8 years old and her boyfriend. Plus there gonna be this one there too... who (a little trivia for you) I'll officially have spent 3 new yeariziziz with. A little more trivia for you is that he's helped me move a record 4 times in 2 years. I like owe him a drink 'n stuff for that.

I am a lucky person.

New skin today --- so sorry. You leave me alone for a few days with inspiring music, my lovely computer, and lots of incense and girlie art is what you get. I promise there will be something very boring, manish, and sterile coming soon. Ish.

Still, check it out, won't you?

On the eve of 2005

Here's to wishing everyone a happy, healthy, and most importantly prosperous New Year!

*Mwah!*