Sunday, July 27, 2003

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I just deleted 401 blogathon e-mails from my filing cabinet.
First, I forgot to post this pic I took of Lula during our late-night trip outside for some fresh air and dancing around.

I just had to put her outside because she was racing around the house at lightning speed. My cat is on crack.

Okay, back to the chickens.

This is Red.

Lula likes to play with them.

And this is Yellowfoot. He has yellow feet. Red had been chasing him around, so I made Red stay away while Yellowfoot ate.

gotta love those action shots!

This would have been a cool pic if that weed weren't in the way. Do you know how hard it is to get a good picture of a chicken? (oops. I posted the wrong pic the first time)

My brain is working so well. I just had a great conversation with my mom. It went like this.

Me: (glassy stare) Ein...dah...?

Mom: (laughs and walks away)

I spent the last half hour outside in the early morning light feeding the chickens and playing with my cat, and it was GREAT! After being inside for most of the past 24 hours, a little sunlight has a big effect!

And now, because you know you want them: chicken pictures.

gah! i take that back. Tallulah is tearing the house apart, so after I give her some attention, I'll post pics. Crazy cat.
Remarkably, I'm still really awake. I've been laying in bed watching Sex & the City, and somehow missed the point when it became light outside.

I seem to be running out of words.

Am still traumatized by the MnM's incedent.
Ode to 5:37am

Five thirty-seven.

That's what time it is.


Five thirty-seven.

Two hours and twenty-three minutes left.

I am listening to David Gray.

Are you?

You should be.

Late Night Radio.

No, that's the name of the song.


I just realized something


no, not shocking that I realized something.

Or maybe at five thirty-seven it is.


Five thirty-nine.


I though I had been eating crispy MnMs

But they are plain.

You would think that the brown bag would have tipped me off

but you would have thought wrong.

She don't mind the late night radio.

People are suggesting showers.

But I just dyed my hair.

So that's out.

The only people not afk on my buddylist

are blogathonners.


Jim says he will come back at 6

Jim lies.

Just opened my window

So I will notice the sun.

Crafty, huh?

I forgot to feed my fish.

Sorry, fish.

My henna is flaking off.

The tattoo is cute.

I've still only watched

one of the four movies I rented.


I think I'll watch the Sex & the City episode

from last Sunday


How is it that I'm not sleepy? My eyes feel kinda heavy, but I'm really doing well. I'm not sure if I'll feel the same way in an hour, though, so I'm having another nutri-grain bar with peanut butter. It worked last time!

I have two frappuccinos left, but I was doing much worse from the ups and downs of caffeine than I am without, so I think I'll just leave them.

At this point in the blogathon two years ago? To quote myself-

"Cant sleep, blogs will eat me! Cant sleep, blogs willl eat me!!!!!! 2 more hours!

Hehehehehehe... Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Everyone is awake now, and they forget that I haven't slept yet, and they expect me to be cohernt. Heh. yeah right. Dream on! Ooh, dreaming involves sleep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"

That's the year we went from 2pm-2pm, so it was noon at that point. I wasn't doing so well.

At this point last year I was taking 10 minute naps between posts to survive.

Top Ten Favorite David Gray Songs:

1-Forever Is Tomorrow Is Today

2- Falling Free

3- Late Night Radio

4- The Light

5- Lead Me Upstairs

6- Wisdom

7- Debauchery

8- This Year's Love

9- Gathering Dust

10- Gutters Full of Rain

Top Three Favorite Ben Harper Songs (In Order, for once!)

1-Not Fire, Not Ice

2-Glory and Consequences

3-Steal My Kisses

Thanks to Shorebound for making me laugh at this crazy hour!

According to a website, sunrise is supposed to be at 6:15am, so hopefully I will remember to watch!

Did you know that if you're sponsoring me for $10 or more, you can chose a specific pet to sponsor at the ASPCA? The link is here. I like Fred.

Also, did you know that baby rabbits are called kittens? I did not!
Remember a while back when I said I'd start posting favorite quotes every post, and then I never did? Well, to makeup for it, here are 23 more, so that I now have one per hour.

~Adventure is worthwhile in itself- Amelia Earhart

~Success is a journey, not a destination- Ben Sweetland

~In the long run, the pessimist may be proven right, but the optimist has a better time on the trip- Daniel Reardon

~Its kind of fun to do the impossible- Walt Disney

~In riding a horse, we borrow freedom- Helen Thomson

~Courage is more exhilarating than fear, and in the long run it's easier

~Life has got to be lived, that's all there is to it

~Many a false step is made by standing still- Chinese proverb

~Where there is love and inspiration, I dont think you can go wrong- Ella Fitzgerald

~Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than the things you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, dream, discover.-Mark Twain

~Obstacles are placed in our way to determine whether we truly wanted something or just thought we did- Harold Smith

~The way to know life is to love many things- Van Gogh

~Follow your heart, even when it takes you to the wrong places you need to go

~Well behaved women rarely make history

~Ever notice that "What the hell?" is always the right decision? -Marilyn Monroe

~Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon- Susan Ertz

~Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today- Mark Twain

~Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic- Mary Ellen Kelly

~I've got to hide some place to find myself again-Big River

~A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people- Thomas Mann

~The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eyes. The story of love is hello and goodbye, until we meet again- Jimi Hendrix

~The two greatest things in life are love and death. Love makes it wonderful and death makes it precious.
Top 10 Countries I'd like to visit, in no particular order:

1- Australia

2- New Zealand

3- England. I actually want to live in London for a while.

4- Scotland

5- Ireland

6- France

7- Italy

8- Greece

9- India

10- Morocco

Top 10 TV Stations I watch (Thank God for Cable!) (Also in no particular order)

1- Travel Channel

2- TLC (Trading Spaces, the US version of What Not To Wear, etc)

3- Animal Planet

4- Bravo (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy)

5- HBO (Sex & the City)

6- MTV (for Real World and Road Rules)

7- E!

8- BBC (What Not To Wear, So Graham Norton, Coupling, The Office, etc etc)

9- Fox (Simpsons, King of the Hill, That 70's Show, Friends)

10- Sci-Fi (I only watch this on the rare Saturday morning when I'm up in time for MST3k, but I couldn't think of any other channels I watch!)

Top 10 Mary Kay products I can't live without:

1- TimeWise cleanser & moisturizer

2- Endless Performance mascara in Black

3- Creme-to-Powder foundation in ivory 1

4- Rasinberry Lipstick

5- Caramel Apple Lip gloss

6- Mango Spice nail color (for toes)

7- Triple Action Eye Enhancer (keeps my eyeshadow on all day!)

8- Almond Glaze lip gloss

9- Persian spice eyeshadow (used as eyeliner with a wet brush and in the crease)

10- Makeup brush set

Top 10 Reasons Why Jim Rocks:

10) He likes really big colored chalk.

9) He just might be as much of a nerd as I am.

8) He used to help me with chemistry homework.

7) He is friends with Todd, which makes him cool by association.

6) He has been to Simucon!

5) He has a picture of me riding an elephant. Its best not to make people with such things unhappy.

4) He drove through all of the scary cities while I sat back and ate animal crackers on the way to Texas.

3) He sings Karma Chameleon and Copa Cabanna at karaoke.

2) He will give me lots of free therapy someday.

1) He has been keeping me company online for the past 87325 hours of blogging!

Just over 4 hours left, and somehow, I'm NOT tired! I was dead by this time last year, taking 20-minute naps and quick showers in between posts! YAY!

I am now going to do something that I very well may regret later, because it's pretty embarassing. I am going to share my current playlist with you, so you can laugh at all of the cheesy songs that are keeping me awake.

Golden Years- David Bowie

Lynard Skynard- Sweet Home Alabama

Break On Through- The Doors

Dancing Queen- Abba

David Gray- Late Night Radio

Heart of Glass- Blondie

Come On Eileen- Dexy's Midnight Runners

Breakfast at Tiffany's- Deep Blue Something

Girl all the bad guys want- Bowling for Soup

99 Luft Balloons- Nina

Its the End of the World as we Know It- REM

Affirmation- Savage Garden

Vacation- Go Go's

Time Of Your Life- Green Day

Pour Some Sugar On Me- Cover by Soundgarden

Elephant Stone- Stone Roses

I'm So In Love With You- cover by Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies

Kiki, being the fabulous person that she is, has suggested that I do some top ten lists, starting with

Top 10 Reasons Why Kiki Rocks

10) She has her own personal lettuce.

9) Believe it or not, she is NOT the one who broke the balcony at Simucon!

8) She never opposes when I "borrow" whatever the hell she's drinking at the time

7) Free tickets to Universal, baby!

6) She sang Big Spender with me in the bathroom at least thirty-eight times in one night!

5) She bought me a box of strawberry yogurt nutri-grain bars from Schnucks at Simucon!

4) she is, and I quote a "Modus chick, but not a ho"

3) She is the Dancing Queen.

2) She is secretly a superhero and has thus enacted a brilliant scheme to keep me from getting any pictures of her. She goes to great limits to prevent this.

1) A moment that will live in Simucon History- that brilliant, poetic, beautiful moment when she walked in.... into the glass door.

Eight Jobs Crystal has had:

#1-Courrier Chick- This is the current one. It's fun because I get to drive around all day listening to good music and books on tape, singing along in my car, stopping for fast food, etc. Also, I only work four hours a day on T,W,T and 8 on M&F. I can take off any time I want to, and get paid any time I want to. However, I drive between 100 and 200 miles a day, which SUCKS, and has put 40,000 miles on my car in a year. It gets boring. It gets lonely. I hate having to be up early on Monday and Friday. I hate having to drive in bad weather.

#2- Cookie Lady- This is my favorite job that I have ever, ever had. I worked at one of the local time-share resorts, where my entire job was to sit in the model unit they did tours of and bake cookies for the people that came through on the tours. There was usually at least half an hour in between tours when I could eat cookies, watch tv, read, whatever. The most fun part was when I got to work with my friend Teela, who had gotten me the job, and we'd use the dish soap to blow bubbles, or shoot suction-cup darts at the refridgerator with a kid's bow and arrow set. We watched Days of our Lives and Jerry Springer and Jenny Jones. We fed gourmet cookies to the squirrels. Those were GOOD days.

#3- Photo Chick Extrordinarre- I was a photo chick at Dixie Stampede for fifty-three years. Okay, so it was just three, but it FELT like many, many more. Essentially, I greeted the guests when they came in, took their souvineer photos, and then sold them during the show. I always wanted to switch over to riding and dancing in the show, but if you're not five feet tall and one hundred pounds, its tough to get a break. The pay sucked, the rules sucked, but the people were a lot of fun.

#4-Office Type Chick- When I worked for the Time Share Resort People, they asked if I wanted to make some extra money working in the office on the weekends (my usual days off). I was saving for a vacation, so I jumped on the chance. My job was to take pictures of the people who bought time shares and make little ID badges for them. It was a really easy job, and I got to play online all day, but as you blogathonners know, sitting at a computer for twelve hours straight gets old FAST. I'm just NOT a sit-at-a-desk-in-an-office type girl! I only did this for like a month before I couldn't take it anymore.

#5-Eyeglass Cleaner Chick- A friend of my family owns a company that makes eyeglass cleaner. I stood at a booth in Wal-Mart and cleaned people's glasses to demonstrate the product. Boring as hell. I didn't last long there either.

#6- IMAX Ice Cream Chick- After quitting the eyeglass gig, I got a job at the sandwich/pie/ice cream place at Imax. I made a damn good cherry limeade. It was a fun job, but I ended up not going back for a second season (they closed for the winter like almost everything here does).

#7- Beverage Girl- This was my very first job at the ripe age of 13. (Child labor laws? What are those?) I worked at a theater in a little theme park, where I dispensed tea, water, coffee, etc to the guests. At that age, you're just excited to have a job!

#8- Ice Cream Scooping Chick- At the ever-so-mature age of 14, I was promoted to the pie and ice cream shop in the same theme park. I think I made $4.25 an hour. Do you remember those days? I built some nice muscles in my right arm from ice cream scooping, and learned how to make a mean funnel cake. Occasionally, I ran a little concession stand gazebo alone from something like 7am until 8pm. I was in charge of keeping everything stocked, making all the orders, and Z-ing out the register at night, and then locking up. Looking back, a) how did they not get in trouble for working a 14-year old for more than 12 hours a day? b) They trusted someone that young with all of that? Nutters!

(side note- after that job, I can not eat funnnel cakes anymore.)

I finally finished my tattoo! It took nearly 45 minutes, which is REALLY long, given that when I have them done by professionals, they usually only take 10-15 minutes!

This is only the 2nd one I've done on myself, and I think I'm getting a bit better. Its very hard to make the paste go where you want it!

Anyway, here is the design I chose:

and a few shots of the development...

and the finished product:

I might add some detail work to the fingers later, since that's usually my favorite part. I'm also trying to find a good design to do on my foot. Apparently, having to concentrate on something keeps me awake!

I just went to the kitchen to make a lemon juice and sugar mixture to help keep my tattoo moist while it darkens, and came across the snack I'd made over an hour ago (peanut butter on a strawberry yogurt nutri-grain bar. If that doesn't give me some energy, I'm hopeless!) Apparently I'd made it and then completly forgotten about it.

I also grabbed the bag of crispy MnM's. Three guesses which one I'll eat first.

I just realized while talking to Kiki that I only have ten posts left! WOW!

I'm in the middle of my henna tattoo now, and I can't believe that I forgot to post the last one! Gheez!

I've just figured out that 2:30 am when I'm sleepy and shakey from caffeine is NOT the best time to be trying to draw intricate details with paste. I hope it turns out semi-decently at least!

Pics when I finish, which should be by the next post!
I'm going to diiiieee!

Ooh, speaking of dying, did I tell you about my fake funeral birthday party idea? No?

I was stuck behind a funeral procession while I was driving the other day, and I decided that instead of birthday parties, we should have fake funerals in which you get all dressed up with your hair and makeup done, ride in the back of a limo to the party location, and then you get to lay around while all of your friends say nice things about you.

Think it will catch on?

I can't believe that of the four movies I rented, I've only watched one! Crazy! I should have just stuck with what I have, and gone the PPV route if things got desperate.

I think I'm going to get started on some henna tattoos now. Hope I don't get too in to it, or my whole body will be covered by the end of the blogathon!
Um, that was the 2:00 post, I forgot to hit post. Wow, this is getting to me!
Guess what comes out in exactly one month!


Things I am particularly excited about re: the regular version:

Documentary "On the Set: The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" (Starz/Encore special)

Documentary "Return to Middle-earth" (WB special) (I saw this when it was on TV and loooved it!)

Short film by Sean Astin "The Long and Short of It" (YAY! I've been wanting to see this!)

And then in November?

When the November edition comes out, I will be officially curling up in my house and never coming out again.

According to the blurb on the New Line Cinema site, the bonus dvd stuff with the snazzy version sounds very similar to what came with Fellowship.

"Disc 3 includes features on adapting the book into a screenplay, planning the film, design and inspiration for locations in Middle-earth, storyboards to pre-visualization, a Weta Workshop visit, an Atlas of Middle-earth, an interactive map of New Zealand highlighting the location scouting process, galleries of art and slideshows with commentaries by the artists, and much more! Disc 4 consists of sending actors to battle-preparation for sword fighting, Principal photography: Stories from the set, digital effects including motion capture and "Massive" (a program to create armies of Orcs), "Bigatures"-A close-up look at the detailed miniatures used in the film"

Um, didn't we see pretty much ALL of that on the last dvd's?

This edition comes with a Gollum statue, which is nice and all, but I still really, really want those Argonath bookends.

Do you see how they taunt me? I am always seeking these bookends, the precious... they are calling to me... must get the precious...

(cough cough)

Its amazing how a little bit of moving around can wake you up. I was grooving to the Hobbit Safety Dance Video, and it woke me right up. Then I went outside and did some jumping jacks and stretches and danced around for a few minutes, and that helped a lot as well! Plus, I've just let Lula back in the house to keep me company.

Thank goodness for second winds!
seven hours

yet left to go, blogathon

I could use some sleep.

I think it may be time to break out the episode of Sex & the City that I have been saving for this very event.

I promise a real post soon.
I'm starting to get sleeeepy. Am I really going to make it seven and a half more hours?

Hair dye pics are here!


Have you ever tried to dye your hair with kittens dashing around your legs and trying to eat your feet, while also making sure you're back at the computer on the half hour to post? Its a bit of a challenge.

I asked Pippin to check out the hair color box. He tried to eat it, which I took as an approval.

And here's the after!

Of course, at the time, "Summer Lovin" was playing from Grease, so I got some monkey love.

Also, here are the stats as of about 11:45

436 participants; 2896 sponsors; 83,838.91 raised

Saturday, July 26, 2003

AHH! How is it already 11:30?

Pics coming at midnight!
Okay, I need some help.

I want to sort-of recreate this henna tattoo I got at Scarborough Faire

The thing is, I want to elaborate it over the rest of my hand with a sort of Tolkien-esque Elvish design. Know what I mean? Anyone? Anyone?

Anyway, if you come up with a design, and I pick it, I will sponsor you for five dollars!

The hair is done and its a lovely shade of red, with some bright red highlights from back when I had the blonde spots of doom. I think I like it.
I'm typing this post up with a head covered in hair dye. I've got about fifteen minutes left before I go wash it out, and I'm excited and a bit nervous-- they didn't have my usual color, so I just grabbed something that looked like it would fall in the medium-to-darkish reddish brown category. Hope it works out!

With all the goo in, I smoothed my hair up into a mohawk and took a picture, but you aren't going to see that one.

Also, I am watching Grease.
I'm getting really tired. I've had to break out the Abba and David Bowie. I've just changed clothes so that I can go dye my hair after this post, and I've got my henna thawing so that after my hair is dry I can work on a henna tattoo or two. Or three. Or...

If you click here, you can come up with all sorts of fun Blogathon slogans. Some of my favorites that came up:

A Blogathon A Day Helps You Work, Rest and Play.

Gee, Your Blogathon Smells Terrific.

Absolut Blogathon

Happiness is Blogathon-Shaped.

Four out of Five Dentists Recommend Blogathon.

If Only Everything in Life was as Reliable as a Blogathon.

The Blogathon is Mightier than the Sword.

It's Not TV. It's Blogathon.

I did a ton more, which I've put here. They include such classics as "Strong Enough for a Man, Made for a Hobbit." and "

Things go better with really bad eggs"
Okay, this is kind of cheap, but I'm going to post a survey I just filled out in an e-mail to Katie T. You see what the blogathon has brought me to??


[Wallet]: Lots of credit cards, no cash. Brown.

[Jewelry worn daily]: The only thing I wear on a daily basis is a silver ring on my right middle finger, engraved with the word "Faith".

[Pillow cover]: bright multi-colored flowers. Matches my sheets.

[Favorite top]: I love the shirt I'm wearing today- I got it for fifty cents in a thrift store- its from 1955 and says "1955 Brooklyn- Woild Champs- "At Last"

[Favorite pants]: all about jeans! Usually "Chelsea Flares" from A&F

[Cologne/Perfume]: makes me sneeze

[CD in stereo right now]: One that I made last week, with all sorts of stuff on it.

[Piercings]: ears - haven't worked up the courage (nor the abs) for navel

[What you are wearing now]: my favorite pants (really really comfy track pants lined with soft soft t-shirt type material from A&F), the Brooklyn shirt listed above.

[In my head]: the Safety Dance song

[Wishing]: for more Blogathon sponsors!

[After this]: eleven more hours of Blogathon

[Talking to]: Brooke and Julie on AIM

[Something you're looking forward to]: 8am tomorrow!

[The last thing you ate?]: part of a Symphony candy bar (milk chocolate with toffee chips!)

[Some of your favorite movies]: Lord of the Rings (FOTR & TT), Moulin Rouge, Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail, Singin In The Rain, Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Matrix, Star Wars, Pirates of the Caribbean, Ever After, A Walk To Remember, etc etc

[Something that you are deathly afraid of?]: needles

[Do you like incense]: meh

[Do you believe in love]: very much. (Aren't you proud that I resisted quoting Moulin Rouge? Oh, hell, I'll do it anyway! "I believe in truth, beauty, and above all things, love!")

[Do you believe in love at first sight]: lust at first sight

[Do you believe in forgiveness]: yeah, it just sucks sometimes

[If you could have any animal for a pet]: Aside from the ones I already have? I want a camel! Or a Clydsdale! Or a dalmation! Or a Greyhound! Or a bunny! Or a three-toed sloth! Or or or...

[What are some of your favorite pig out foods?]: Chocolate, Taco Bell cheese quesadillas, pizza, anything Italian, cheese enchiladas

[What's something you wish you could understand better?]: I like Katie's answer of foreign languages. It always makes me sad when I can't communicate!

[In the last 24 hours, have you]

01. Cried: nope! Ask me again at the end of the blogathon!

02. Bought something: Lots of somethings!

03. Gotten sick: not yet!

04. Sang: heck yeah!

05. Eaten: yup!

06. Been kissed: nope, sadly

07. Felt stupid: frequently

08. Wanted to tell someone you loved them, but didn't: Nope.

09. Met someone new: do blogathonners count?

10. Moved on: yep

11. Talked to an ex: Nope! But now that you mention it, I'm going to hit him up to sponsor me!

12. Missed an ex: not really

13. Talked to someone you have a crush on: I have a crush on every single one of you.

14. Had a serious talk: its blogathon! You think I can be serious?

15. Missed someone: Hah! My eyes combined this with the next one and I thought it said "mugged someone"

16. Hugged someone: does Lula count?

17. Fought with your parents: Always ;)

18. Dreamed about someone you can't be with: pft, I'm a constant dreamer

I'm going to do the two boys in the same post, just so I can use this pic:

Pippin was born 2nd, and has had an eye condition for several weeks that the vet can't quite get figured out. He's had to put up with both oral antibiotics and eyedrops several times a day, so he's earned the title of being my brave little kitten!

For some reason, the kittens think that climbing up my leg is really, really fun.

Trin was the 3rd kitten born. He was the only one to be born head first (the other two came rear feet first, so in comparison, Trin just popped out!). He's the fastest at everything, and always learns to do everything first. I thought he was a girl at first (I know, I suck at this), and his speed and agility and such reminded me of Trinity from the Matrix, and so that became his name. I tried to change it to Elijah when I found out he was male, but that just never stuck, so now its been shortened to the slightly more masculine version of "Trin".

Its Kitten Photo time!!

Up first, my first born (err, Tallulah's first born, but she had them on my bed, practically in my lap, so they are my babies!)

Tiger Lily, the only girl.

When she was first born, I thought Tiger Lily was a boy, so her name was just Tiger. I don't know why, but right after she was born I was looking at her and said "You're a little tiger, aren't you?" and it stuck. A few weeks later when she got bigger and it was obvious she was a girl, the Lily part of her name was added. Her usual nickname is Tilly, or Tilly-Lilly. She's the quiet, lovey one. I adore her!
I'm throwing in an extra post to show the lovely pic Julie made. She said that my red hair pics made me look like Howdy Doody, and thus...


As of 8pm, here is an update on the blogathon stats:

442 participants; 2775 sponsors; 80,107.24 raised

I can't believe we've lost almost 100 participants! But on the good side, EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS! Do you think we'll hit 100k?

You are 28% geek
You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.

Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend.

You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines!

Geek [to You]: I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals!

You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime.

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Coming next: Kitten photos!

This has been the "For the love of Peter Jackson, get me OUT of this bedroom!" half hour. I've been off playing with the kittens, and having a grand ol' time.

Do you realize what the next post will be? Do you? Muahaha!
The Blogathon Info page is up! Check out who I've sponsored, who has sponsored me, and other such things!

Check it out!
Still watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Thank you, Bravo, for playing three in a row!

Also, I'm finally going to have the info page with links to all the people who I've sponsored and love for those who have sponsored me up in my next post!

A couple of minutes late, but here are my hair experiments! (Click the pic to see all the rest!)

I am playing with the "try it on" studio at I promise fun pics at 6!
GAH, I have GOT to stop doing that!

I keep looking at the clock and seeing that it is, for instancec, 4:39 and thinking CRAP! I missed the 4:30 post! But no, in fact, what feels like half an hour has just been nine minutes.

I finally got around to making lunch! Grilled cheese and soup. Mmm!
I'm kicking back watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on Bravo, which is my new favorite show. Carson is my favorite!

The only thing I can say is "Lisa will you move in with me, bread"

I really do need to make lunch. Really, really.
I just went to take the kittens some lunch, and guess what I found?

Yup, that used to be a roll of toilet paper.

(As a side note, yes, Lula Jane is spayed now. Given that I volunteer at an animal shelter, I felt REALLY guilty that my cat was pregnant when there were so many fantastic cats that needed homes. I am keeping all three of them, however, and will probably still adopt one or two from the shelter in the future. And yes, the kittens are already set up with their old pal the vet to get spayed and neutered as soon as they're old enough. I'm still trying to talk the vet into a group rate.)
Another half hour gone in no time!

I've been flipping through YM, having a grand old time. I haven't read this in five years! I really wish I could get up the motivation to go make a sandwich. Soon. Really.

Lula just woke up and is demanding attention. See you at 4!

Look, its actually somewhat tidy now!

I've decided to crawl in bed with Lula and flip through my magazines. Such fun! I really need to make some lunch soon, though, all I've eaten today is some of that cheese.
I ran out of time before 2:00 before I ran out of good search strings, so I'll add the last few now:

*frat pirates pictures

*nude in pigeon forge

*flip flops made with balloons

*flip flops using balloons (Is this some big trend I'm missing out on?)

*fish spitting out food

Have I mentioned lately how very cool Kelly is? Or that it sucks when Jim has to reboot his computer? Or that Julie is a punk? Or that Brooke is...emm, Brooke?

(--end shoutouts to people I'm talking to--)
Pardon me while I go on a Mustang-related rant for a moment.

For some stupid reason, whoever is selling this car posted it on Autotrader with the color listed as "brown"

BROWN! That is not Brown! Its Mineral Grey! You are supposed to be a car dealer and you don't even know Mustang colors? Nobody wants a brown Mustang! And Mineral Grey is such a pretty, pretty color! It is so anything BUT brown! Blah! Now, in their defense, "Mineral Grey" isn't listed in the color choices at autotrader, but silver, grey, and charcoal are!

::steps off soapbox::

I just realized that its been six hours already. Six hours and it only feels like two!

For a bit of fun, I thought I'd share some of the seach strings people used to get to my main website. These always crack me up!

People found me by searching for:

*mama lupe salsa

*lowes & flea & dip

*elijah fellowship of the cast sleep

*mary kay mango spice velocity (I should feel honored that they found me with this one- that's the best toenail polish EVER!)

*chiropractor pop my back

*places to milk a cow

*blowing skirt (Is that a skirt blowing up? Or a skirt designed for blowing? Or..?)

*viggo making funny stuff

*j lo fake eyelashes

*is orlando bloom afraid of fish? (I laughed SO hard at this!)

*alarm clock alarm clock not waking

*nipple popped out (rofl)

*we put the spring in springfield wav

*sugar daddy lip gloss (Is that what they're calling it these days?)

*horseback stilettos

*elijah and orlando love it (Aww, apparently Elwood and Orli love me if I showed up as a result to this! Thanks, boys!)

*spanish riding school and kings cross station (Um, okay. The Spanish Riding School is in Austria. King's Cross is in *London. What the heck were these people looking for?)

*red scratches on the stomach

*quotes about being so madly in love

I think I'm going to start adding a favorite quote or lyric with every post. This time around:

"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being being superior to your former self."
I've come across a fun charity that I may blog for next year. Its called Future Forests, and essentially, you sponsor trees to be planted. The fun part is that there are a lot of celebrity sponsors, so you can have your tree planted in their forest. May I recommend planting a tree in Dom Monaghan's Forest? Or perhaps David Gray? They even send you a certificate and a map that shows where your tree is! Pretty darn cool.

Also, I never got to tell you guys about my mirror! (I forbid myself from posting to my usual journal for several days so that I'd have plenty to write about come blogathon!)

While mowing the grass on Thursday, my neighbor hit a rock, and it went smack into my passenger side mirror! (Or at least, this is what I'm 99% sure happened. I noticed the mirror was shattered when I got to work on Thurs. There is mirror glass in my driveway. My mom heard a loud something-breaking-something noise while the neighbor was mowing. I think you get the idea.)

Anyway, here's a pic I took of the damage. I love that I took it while driving, and thus you can see the scenery flying by in the shattered reflection. (Ooh, shattered reflection would be a good name for a band, or a website or something)

Speaking of my car, I've been looking at a beautiful silver Mustang convertible as I drive by the car dealership every day, and I finally stopped in to ask about it. The price wasn't bad ($15995 for a 2002), but they only wanted to give me $7000 trade-in on my car! Seven thousand dollars for a 2001 Mustang! Bleh!

Anyone want to hold another blogathon and raise money for the "Crystal Wants a Convertible!" fund? ::whimpers about leather interior::
I just checked and found out that my layout is showing up kind of screwy on Netscape, so if you're using that, sorry for the funkyness!
For absolutly no reason other than that it cracks me up like crazy, here is a picture of Lula's feet.

I didn't have time to tell you about my trip to the grocery store in the last post, so I'll tell you now!

They didn't have any major-brand batteries near the checkout, and I was too pressed for time to run around the store looking for them, so I just grabbed an eight-pack of cheapie brand batteries, which I'm sure will do. I also noticed that they had brie cheese on sale, so I grabbed a wheel for blogathon snacking.

Now, I have to admit something. Last night while cleaning out my closet, I found an old Seventeen magazine. I flipped through it, and man was it entertaining! I love the "humiliating stories" things where someone thinks that tripping in front of their crush is the most mortifying thing that could ever happen. So, I decided while I was at the store today, I should pick up a Seventeen, and any other teen type things they had. My plan was to use the self check-out thing to avoid embarassment (Not that the age of 17 was all that long ago, or that its particularly embarassing to buy them, but I still felt silly buying them!). Now of course, ,as luck would have it, as I was getting ready to grab a copy of YM, my friend that works there saw me and told me to come through her line. Have you ever tried explaining why a) you're in a big hurry because you're doing a charity event with 500+ other people and have to rush home, and b) why you're buying these things? Amusing, to say the least. I think she thought I was nuts. She was right.

I came home to find an update from Rick of, which made me super excited. I am so jealous of his escapades, and am living vicariously through him.

Also, I can not get the song "Safety Dance" out of my head. If you are a LOTR fan, you should see the video that this chick made of the hobbits set to that song. Hobbit Safety DanceClassic. (I hope I dont overload her bandwith by linking to it!) Also check out the unbelievable Sam doll that her friend made to give to Sean Astin at Comic Con. I wish I were that talented! Really amazing!

Whew! There and back again (cue hobbit music) in just 15 minutes!

Given that I'm blogging for the ASPCA, I think its only fitting that I show you some of my cats!

First up is the One Kitten To Rule Them All, Tallulah Jane! (That is, she will be if she will stop pouncing on me every time I stop petting her to type!)

I got Tallulah when my sister's cats had kittens last May. Her nicknames include Lu, Lula, Lulu, Lula Jane, Moo Gu Gai Pan (how do you spell that?) Kitten Lu, Baby Lu, Bubba Lou, Looby-lu, Talluey Kablooey, Janey Cat, Booba Lu Lu (You only realize how very strange some of these are once you type them!) Tally Lu, and just about every other version you can imagine. I had a running list once, but I think it got too long and set off on a quest for world domination.

There's a little gap between the side of my bed and the wall, and every now and then, Lula falls into it when she rolls over. This very thing happened this week, so of course, I had to take pictures of her reaction!

She's also (very) recently figured out how the blinds work. Usually when I let her into my bedroom, she runs over and opens them up and sticks her head out.

I love her more than words can say. The first thing I do when I get home from work every day is hop in bed with her for some quality petting and telling her that she's the queen of the universe and such. I think she digs me almost as much as I dig her. And when I wake up in the middle of the night to find her sleeping in the crook of my arm, it makes everything worth it.

Time for a quick quick quick run to the store to get batteries for my digital camera, and maybe a magazine or two for general amusement!

Tallulah Jane has come in the house and is now lying on the foot of my bed, just next to my chair. Hard to believe I'd just gotten her as a kitten at this time last year!
Wow, I can NOT believe that its almost noon! Whew!

In the past half hour, I've cleaned two fish bowls (one to go!) and just started putting some makeup on so that I can go to the store.

In honor of clean fish bowls, here is Gandalf the Sparkly White in his freshly cleaned bowl!

I finally got all of my digital pictures saved on my computer (half of which went into a folder titled "I am a crazy cat lady"), so I can have fun showing you my kittens soon.

We're at the three hour mark now! I think I'll finally get to work on my desk, and then get some makeup on so that I can go to the store. Breakfast is also starting to sound really appealing.

I just found my water conditioner during the desk cleaning, so I can FINALLY clean my fish bowls! Woo! Off to do that now!

I just set up a playlist on my MM Jukebox with every mp3 I have. I wonder how many i can get through today?

Right now I'm listening to the song that my friend Kenny did a freestyle dressage type of routine to a few years ago. It was absolutly beautiful, and the horse he was riding, General Command, was amazing. General has been moved to Florida to be in the Dixie Stampede there, and I really miss having him around!

I haven't made much progress on my desk yet, as I've gotten caught up in downloading some recent pictures off my digital camera, but at least that will make for some fun posts later!

I did get the pic of my messy, messy desk up though. It looks even worse in 2D form!

I'd like to thank bluecalx for doing the radio broadcast for the thon! I'm getting a surprising amount of extra energy from the music. Thanks!

I think I'm going to spend a good chunk of the next half hour cleaning off my desk. Maybe my digital camera batteries will even find enough juice for a quick before photo. My desk is a disaster zone at the moment, and I just dont think I can look at it like this for the next twenty-two hours.

22! Did you catch that? Two gone already! Whoo! (Hah, lets see how long this energy keeps up!) Everyone has been talking about breakfast, which is making me hungry, so I might have to look into that soon. I have absolutly no idea what I want though- how long has it been since I've been awake for a real breakfast??

I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! I feel...

Em, you get the point. In just seventeen minutes, I've managed to feed the chickens, wash my hair, and do my skin care stuff. That's pretty impressive! So now I'm sitting here with a towell on my head, feeling a little bit more awake if nothing else.

Yeah, chickens. Those of you who have been around for a while will remember that my neighbors got a bunch of chickens last year. Well, those neighbors moved this week, but they left two chickens behind. I'm really glad that they did now that I found out their intentions were to eat them, because I've sort of bonded with them. I know, I know, making friends with a future Value Meal at KFC has the makings of disaster, but I couldn't resist!

I'm kind of worried that they are going to come back to get them, or that they told the people who moved into their old house that they could eat them (the new neighbors are friends of the old), and I've decided that I'll try to buy them if they do in fact try to take them.

I wish I could be a vegetarian, especially when I'm sitting out there and the chickens are eating out of my hand (one actually lets me touch it now), and I have gotten to where I hardly ever eat meat, but occasionally I hit that point where I would kill for a chicken taco.

I need to run to the store soon to pick up some batteries for my digital camera.

CRAP! these half hours sneak up too quickly! I'll finish that thought soon.
At some point in the next, oh, twenty-three hours I want to get a page up that links to the people I've sponsored as well as a few other charities that have sparked my interest, as well as someof the blogs I've found on my trip around the webring that I think are especially good.

I am going to be so poor after the blogathon, but only in terms of money. I keep finding people who I just can't resist sponsoring, and next thing you know, I'm clicking the little link!

I can't believe that I'm actually awake for MST3k, and yet I'm not watching it. My brain is sort of on overload this morning, and I'm browsing through so many web pages, I think I would explode if I added snarky sci-fi movie comedy to the mix.

I've started working on my piece of Alhena's blogathon quilt, so that should keep me occupied for a while, at least!

Off to find some pants and then feed the chickens! (More about them soon)
*stretches and yawns*

The first official half hour of the blogathon has been spent trying to sort through the stampede of emails from the blogathon e-mail list, settling into the chat room, and a lot of vacant staring at the screen while my brain tries to figure out just why I'm awake.

8:30 already! Time to post!
Here we go again! Let's get this show on the road!

At seven minutes before 8am, here are the stats:

537 participants; 2463 sponsors; 71,192.09 raised

WOW! Just a couple of days ago I was amazed that we'd passed $50,000 and now we're over 70! Plus, its such an incredible thing to know that there are five hundred thirthy-six other people getting out of bed and sitting down at their computers *right now*, all about to do the same thing. Its been fun to watch people sign on AIM over the past few minutes as they all wake up and get ready for action.

My lovely cat Tallulah Jane is up as well, and is running around the house like a maniac with all of her early-morning energy. Its going to be quite a day!

Happy start of Blogathon, everyone! May the force be with us all! ;)

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Yay, I finally got the blogathon webring up today!

If you've stopped by here via the blogathon site, hi! Pardon the dust around here, I've been posting over at, my new site, for the past several months, but this is the one I'll be using for the blogathon, so grab a chair and some caffeine, and settle in for the ride!

See you all on Saturday!

Sunday, June 29, 2003

I'll be using the ol' blogger for this year's blogathon, as its a lot easier to update on a half hour basis than my new site, so keep an eye out!

Don't forget to go to and sponsor some people or sign up!

Wednesday, March 05, 2003

At last at last! I am no longer here, because I have finally moved over here!!! There is an entry up and everything, so go! Go I say!

Friday, February 28, 2003

Okay, Sean, I love you dearly, but you have GOT to do something about your official home page. The photo? And um… all of the content in general? Needs help, man. I say this with love, I really do. I mean really, have you even SEEN this page, Sean dear? Its so bad. I would totally redesign your page out of the goodness of my heart, but if you felt like repaying me by hooking me up with certain former costars of yours, I’d be fine with that, too. Preferably that British fellow. No, not Ian McKellen. Seriously though, please get help. If your page were a movie, they would be talking over it on MST3K. Really, look at Billy’s site. Its nice! Maybe you can get his guys to work on yours? His diary is cute! And the pictures are lovely! Just a suggestion. Thanks.

Something happened at work yesterday that rather pissed me off. I was organizing the paperwork going to one of the doctors offices so that everything would fit in the one big crate, when I heard the woman in the office behind me on the phone asking “Has anyone ever thought to have the couriers sign a confidentiality agreement?” With me standing right there! It made me feel like the very sight of a character as shady looking as I, with my pink fleece shirt and braided pigtails, had evoked a fear of secrets being leaked that had shaken her to the very core. I took one box of stuff out to my car, and when I came back for another, I heard her saying “Well, those are in the coolers, so you can’t really see them, but do you think we need to put them in a sealed envelope?” I can only assume it was the same conversation. I wanted to stick my head in her office and inform her that not only had I already signed an agreement, but first of all, we are far too busy to spend time doing things like reading the paperwork we are delivering, or squinting to read names on vials of blood. The stuff we transport is generally of no interest of all to us, its just a box of stuff that is taking up room in our car while we are driving around singing Big Yellow Taxi. Not interested, I promise. Secondly, do you REALLY think that if we did read it, we would be running around town saying “Jane Doe had blood sent to the hospital today! Ooooh!” or “Jim-Bo Baggins got tested for thyroid problems and it came back negative! Ahhhh!” Please, dear Lab Lady, have some faith? The only time we talk about anything lab-related is when we make fun of you guys for not being able to get paperwork put in the right box, and for stupid-stupid-stupidly taping those big labels over the handles of our crates. Did I tell you that? We carry things around in big plastic crates, kind of like a longer, lighter version of a milk crate. They have one handle on each end, and when full of stuff, are often very heavy. So what does the lab do? They tape these big plastic signs over one of the handles to label the crates with their corresponding office’s name. How the hell am I supposed to carry a 20-pound crate of stuff with only one handle, while trying to open doors and such, too? For the love of Pete!

Oh, but, anyway, back to my original point, if she thought that the courier sort of people were so very untrustable, couldn’t she have at least had the politeness to wait till I was out of hearing range to start discussing it? Lab people!

I know I am whining a lot, but please allow me a bit more? I am really quite upset with my web hosting company. I emailed them to let them know that I had not received the emails with setup information that I was supposed to have received a few hours after paying for the account (it being several days later). The guy emailed back and said he had sent them, and would try again. I waited. Nada. I emailed to let them know I still had nothing, and got an email back saying he had tried at least five times. So, instead of trying to work it out, or possibly asking for an alternate email to try? He CANCELED my account and refunded my credit card! Not exactly an overachiever, are we?

Tallulah woke me up around 1:30 last night, after I had crashed at 10 or so. Sadly, I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to search for new web hosting. I settled on Total Choice Hosting, and my account is now all set up! I hit one snag along the way- where I registered my domain name, wouldn’t allow me to transfer it over for 60 days, so I registered a new one with the hosting company, so life is good again! Now if I can just, you know, not be stupid, I’ll have everything ready to move over there quite soon!

Monday, February 24, 2003

I think I may have just discovered my new best friend.

Saturday, February 22, 2003

This entry is kind of disjointed, because I typed it over the course of about four days, so pardon the lack of flow!

I got the very best package I’ve received so far yesterday! A lovely girl from Postcard X sent me some ocean stickers, a Harry Potter card, some HP stickers, TWO Ben Harper postcards, and a LOTR bookmark. I was so very excited and happy! Seeing how happy it made me inspired me to get my bootie in gear, so I got about 10 things ready to send out, which I shall be doing right after I eat lunch.

I decided last night to start keeping track of where I send things, and where I receive them from. Its my goal to both send and receive from every state in the US, and at least 10 countries. Wednesday alone I shipped out to England, Australia, and Malaysia, so I’m off to a good start! I’m also setting up a separate blog to keep track of what I send and receive, so I’ll post that link once I have it up and running.

I just picked Tallulah up, and she had a sweet scent to her, almost like how hair smells after you wash it with fruity shampoo.

Mom is taking the cat to the vet tomorrow whether she likes it or not.

I was just laying in bed, eating soup and reading The Nanny Diaries, and generally winding down, when I heard what sounded like a plunger in a toilet. Wondering how dad could have possibly broken the toilet, I went to investigate, and narrowly avoided stepping in a huge pile of cat vomit. There was Laura, my beloved kitty, standing by the door. I put her out, and looked in my bathroom, hoping not to see what I knew would be there. Yup- big ol’ splat-o-diarhea. Seeing that I didn’t let Laura in, I assumed that dad must have, thus making it his duty to clean up the mess (Isn’t it sad that we have a system to this?) I told him that if he would just clean up the bathroom, I’d tackle the hallway, which was by far letting him off easy. Not exactly sure of how to get vomit out of carpet, I went off in search of cleaning supplies. I asked him what he thought we should do about it. He said something along the lines of “Go find something to cover it up with.” COVER IT UP? There is a huge pile of kitty throw-up in my hallway, and he wants to just toss something on it to cover it up. I really think I deserve some sort of award for not kicking him. He gave me a blank look. I told him to get some paper towels. He announced that the big wrestling match was coming on, and he wasn’t doing anything until he watched that. I decided right then and there that if I did throw up, which I was getting very close to due to the smell, it was going to be on him.

It took me about three seconds to clean up the mess in the bathroom, and considerable willpower not to deposit the dirty paper towels in his bedroom instead of the trash. Grrrr.

Anyway, this is just ridiculous. As sucky as it is for us to have to clean up messes, it has to be a million times more miserable for Laura to be sick. I’ve been bugging mom to take her to the vet on a regular basis, and she keeps saying she will, but never does. I swear, they are going tomorrow, if I have to shove her in the car and drive her there.

Did I mention that the accidents always happen a) by the back door, which is right next to my bedroom door, or b) in my bathroom floor near the litter box? Yeah, my half of the house smells great these days.

I am so worried about Laura, I’ve been doing everything I can to get her to take her medicine, which is certainly a lesson in patience. She’s been with us for such a long time that I hate to think of losing her, but I’m starting to wonder if there’s really much else the vet can do. She’s down to something like two pounds, if she even weighs that. I know the real reason that mom is afraid to take her to the vet is that she thinks that she will hear bad news. I can’t blame her, it’s terrifying, but its just unfair to Laura to not try anything we can.

We had a lovely ride this morning! We only had time for about two hours since I had to work, but it was fantastic none the less. Since Susie was riding her peruvian stud, and I was on a quarter horse, I had to trot when he walked to keep up. My poor legs are a bit sore, since I haven’t ridden in a month or so! Can you imagine two full hours of trotting and cantering? Oh, who am I fooling, it was heaven ;) I can't wait for spring when I'll be able to ride without a coat, and the sunlight will spill through the canopy of leaves overhead and create a stained-glass pattern on the forest floor like it always does. Is it Spring yet? Blessed spring that doesn't give me a mostly-white paint horse covered in mud! (I mentioned to Susie as we fished for brushes in the tack room that its certainly odd that when its muddy outside, she always gives me the horse with the most white or grey hair. Very sneaky, that! ;) But I love to groom, so it’s all good)

Susie has the most incredible places to ride since she lives right on the state forest. You can ride for at least six hours without having to turn and head back. The main trail crosses the creek several times, and there are hundreds of little side-trails, most of which we've made ourselves, that are only about the width of one rider, and almost always lead to lots of cuts and scrapes. What's a trail ride without a little blood? ;) One of my favourites leads up to where the old Bee Creek School was, where my mother went to school. Now there are only ruins- telltale foundations that are still set deep into the ground, and a few piles of stone. Perhaps twenty yards away is a small graveyard, with most of the stones too old and weathered to even read. Fascinating.

I got to ride a great little Quarter Horse gelding named Bailey that I hadn't ridden in at least a year. I adore him! His only fault is that he has a tendency to randomly spook for no reason, but hey, it's kind of fun as long as don’t end up in the mud! ;) He only did it twice today, which from what I hear is an improvement, so we'll call that a success ;) I had been really looking forward to riding Valley again, but Bailey was fun, so I got over it. Speaking of which, if you are feeling generous and would like to buy Valley for me, just click here.

Tonight I FINALLY registered a domain name for myself, and signed up for web hosting! I am quite excited, and already have a new look for the journal designed. There was a huge drama though, because within the past month or so, some horrible person has stolen AND! How DARE they!? Who the hell else would want to have that other than me? Crazyness. I’ll be moving my journal and everything over there once my account is set up, as well as generally revamping the rest of the site. Hooray!

I was driving through town today, and couldn’t help but notice that almost every other building had a “Taking Applications” or “Help Wanted” cry on their billboard. I could honestly get a job at almost any business in town this time of year. Its kind of odd for me to not be faced with that usual end-of-February dilemma of deciding whether or not to return to where I worked the year before. I still don’t know what I’ll be doing next year- probably not this- but I think I’m going to stay where I’m at for now. Its always nice to be reminded that I have options, though.

I stopped at the Library in my spare five minutes yesterday, and picked up a few books on tape, as well as The Nanny Diaries, which I finished today. It was quite different from what I had expected, and actually much better. My books on tape included one of poems read by TS Eliot, but his voice drove me nuts and I couldn’t listen to it.

I am so, so very glad that this week is over! I can’t believe how stressful it has been! On Monday, MaryAnn came down to get her hair done, as you may remember, and I posted about how excited I was to have the whole day off. Well, around 4:15, MaryAnn and I were wandering around Wal-Mart when my cell phone rang. It was work, saying that Dr Kryger’s office had just called because they were ready for me to come by, and were wondering why I hadn’t called them yet. Now if you don’t recall, or were too lazy to read my last post, I called both Dr K and Dr Campbell earlier that day, and got their machines, therefore assuming that they were closed for the holiday. Well this is when it hit me: I had called around noon, and they close for lunch from noon to one. I told MaryAnn that we were going on an impromtu trip, and drug her out of Wal-Mart. On the way to the car, I called Dr Campbell’s office and yup! He was open too! We swung by the hospital, and it was about 4:30 by this time. I had told both that I would be there by 5! A few minutes later, I ran into the elevator at the medical complex where Campbell’s office was, and noticed that the man in the elevator with me was carring a lunchbox with biohazard stickers. I stared at him in awe, and he returned my gaze: we had found our own kind. Couriers have a tendency to be somewhat mystified when we see others like us, mostly I suppose because we are never in one spot long enough to see each other. Courier Guy said that he was running really late, and was supposed to already be in Springfield by now. I laughed and told him that I was supposed to already be in Forsythe. It was nice to know that I wasn’t the only stressed one that day! Although I have to admit that when my sister asked what I had in the box, and I said “Just blood today, I think”, and she freaked out, it made it all worth it.

Tuesday, I set off with the idea that hey! At least it had to be better than Monday, right? I left a bit late for the bank, knowing that since they had been closed on Monday, it would take them longer than usual to have their stuff ready. I drove the 30-something miles to Kimberling City singing along to David Grey songs, but the exact second I pulled into their parking lot, it hit me: I didn’t have the bank bag. Every day, when I drop the Kim City bank’s bag off in Nixa, they give me one that I return to Kim City the next day. Usually, the bag just stays in my car, but since George had done my bank run on Friday while I was in Kansas City, he had brought it by the house over the weekend. I had stuck it on the Kitchen table where I wouldn’t forget it, but mom had moved it to make room for MaryAnn. I had, of course, completely forgotten that it wasn’t in my car. Utterly humiliated at my stupidity, I went into the bank to say “Um, Hi. I’m here, but I seem to have forgotten your bag. I’ll be back in an hour.” I tried calling home to see if mom could meet me half way, but she wasn’t there, so I got to drive a half hour home, grab the bag, and turn around and drive back. Yuck! Then I had to explain to the lady at the Nixa bank why I was 45 minutes late. Good thing I could laugh about it!

Well, all of this naturally put me late for my doctor’s runs, too! Arriving at Dr Kryger’s office a half hour late for the second day in a row, I collapsed onto the chairs in the waiting room and relayed my pitiful story yet again.

Wednesday, things were going pretty well according to schedule until I got to Dr. Campbell’s office, and ended up having to wait half an hour. The result? Half an hour late to Dr Kryger AGAIN! It’s a good thing they love me over there.

Thankfully, I was actually on time everywhere on Thursday, but I did show up in jeans and a sweatshirt covered in mud and horsehair, and wearing absolutely no makeup. I was pretty. I knew I was smelling pretty bad when I stopped home for a ten minute nap between the bank and the doctors, and Tallulah Jane crawled into bed with me to cuddle, but sniffed my hand, and then ran away.

Did I mention it was a long week?

American Express will soon own the shirt off my back, I am afraid. They raised my credit limit a thousand dollars. At first, I was determined not to touch it. However, I needed to register for Simucon before the price went up, so I charged that. Then, I decided that I would allow a little shopping for some basic things like stamps that I have been putting off getting due to lack of funds. Then I decided I should finally get my November vacation pictures developed from my memory card. Then I decided to use it to pay for web hosting. Then I got the estimate from the Nikon people for my camera, and will be charging that as well. Grand total? Nearly $500. Damn! On the bright side, however, I now have an alarm clock that actually functions! My old minute button was stuck at 38, so you had to get up at 9:38, 10:38, etc. This new minute option fascinates me to no end.

I found a sticker at the Scrapbook Store with a quote I adore: “To know life is to love many things”-Van Gogh. I painted it on my bathroom wall tonight. It is lovely.

The holiday system is out to make me fat. I was just getting over the Christmas weight when Valentines day reared its ugly head, full of red frosting brownies and candy in heart-shaped boxes. That was nearly forgotten when the Easter candy hit the shelves, which I can sum up in two words: Cadbury Eggs. Then tonight the lady at Dominos told me that she had accidentally made an extra medium pizza when she made ours, and did I want it for just four dollars? (hell yeah!) Thankfully, I don’t think St. Patrick’s Day, Memorial Day, or the Fourth of July are out to get me, so maybe I’ll be able to find my waist again, soon.

While we’re on the topic of body woes, I must tell you the story of my bra shopping. While I was stocking up on randon necessities at wal-mart with my newfound credit limit, I stopped by the fitting room to say hi to mom, and was lured into lingerie by a huge sale. Oh so many bras under $10! I decided that I’d take the opportunity to figure out just what size I was now, since the ones I had tried on at Victoria’s Secret a week or so ago had just plain not fit right. I grabbed my usual size, just to check, and set off to try them on. A few minutes later, I was giving them back to the lady at the desk, proclaiming that “My cup runneth over”, and sarcastically thanking mom for her genes. I went back to pursue the racks, searching for slight variations of my old size- going up in inches or cup or both. For the men who didn’t stop reading six sentences ago, there is a simple fact of bra shopping that you may not know: they stop making the cute bras at 36C. Having been a 38C for a long long time, I occasionally got lucky when one company or another was feeling generous and still had cute bras in that size, but let me tell you, any bigger than that, and you’re lucky if you don’t end up with one of those awful beige lace numbers. Where is the love for the big-chested chick? We like pretty things, too! I ended up with an olive green one that isn’t horrible, but far from being cute at all. It was on sale for $6 though, so who am I to complain?

Freakazoid is on Cartoon Netowork. My word I had forgotten how much I loved this. Thank you, Cable People.

And now, its 4:22 am and the rain is pouring down outside, which is quite certainly an invitation to crawl into bed and dream.

You are New Orleans Square, home of the Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, and the best clam chowder bowl this side of the Mississippi! You love night life, including dancing, live bands, and of course parties! Music is a big part of your life.
Which Disneyland land are you?

Monday, February 17, 2003

I am updating simply to add that Casnio Guy's name was Sarwar. I am absolutly thrilled with how much that sounds like Star Wars. My friend is dating Star Wars. Rock on.

Oh, and I don't have to work today because its a holiday. I just found this out. Yah, holidays!

This day has a very weird air to it. My sister, who is in the kitchen getting her hair done, is being surprisingly nice. I am in the zany sort of mood that caused me to write the following song while cleaning out Lula's litter box:

I dont think that anyone pities

My cleaning up after the kitties

I hate doing this,

Scooping kitty piss

Cleaning out the kitty litter box

Oh my how this sucks

Why dont we have ducks?

Cleaning out the kitty litter box

Sunday, February 16, 2003

Ah, Valentine’s day. A day of love, and romance, and all that stuff. In my case, however, it had been agreed upon that this V-Day was going to be a chick road trip to Kansas City for some serious casino action. Seeing that my sister, MaryAnn’s birthday is on Feb 13th, it became her birthday party on wheels. I was even more excited because the trip meant that I got to take Friday off from work, after a stressful week. Hooray!

My plan was to get up at 7am so that I would be ready to leave at 7:30. Well, Tallulah decided that I should get up at 6 instead, so that’s what happened. I spent a bit too much time online, and ended up having to get dressed really quickly so that we could leave on time. The rain was coming down in a thick mist, which was at least better than heavy rain or snow, but far from being optimal driving conditions.

In Springfield, we met up with my sister MaryAnn and her friend Sherry, who I had never met before, at the Super Wal-Mart parking lot, so that we could all pile into my car and leave MaryAnn’s behind. Perhaps I should say squeeze into my car, or sardine ourselves into my car, because it seems that the back seats of Mustangs are not made with the intention of actual human use. They’re fantastic for holding all of the junk I keep back there, but actual people? No. We ended up with me driving, MaryAnn shotgun, and mom and Sherry, who were the two smallest, squeezed into the back seat. Given the fact that I have legs that are something like ten feet long, I searced for some sort of compromise with seat position that gave mom some kind of leg room without killing my legs either.

I ended up driving most of the way to Kansas City while we sang along with the various mix cd’s I had brought and cheering at all of the Adult Stores we passed. We were fascinated by the town with a population of 176 that didn’t even have a grocery store, but did have a XXX porn shop. You have to love rural Missouri.

About 30 miles out of KC, I switched with MaryAnn so that she could drive the rest of the way. This was partially because I was really sick of driving, having been at it for around four hours, and also because I refuse to drive in big cities. We made it to the casino around 12:30 or 1:00. I got very excited over signs outside saying that they had $3 blackjack, and absolutely giddy over the ads for the Penny Slots, which I immediately nicknamed the Penny Sluts. “We get to play cheap sluts!” became our mantra. Once inside, I got to giggle over my sister getting carded at the entrance (our trip was mostly to celebrate her 32nd b-day). The place was absolutely huge, so we made plans to meet up back at the cashier’s cage we were at around 4pm, and set off. I got $10 in quarter tokens and $10 in nickels so that I could hit the slots for a while. The quarters went way too quickly, and there were hardly any nickel slots to be found on the first floor. I was seated next to a guy who was winning 100 almost every couple of minutes. Sure, that’s only like $5, but I was envious. Damn you, nickel slots.

I finally shoved my last roll of nickels in my jacket and ventured upstairs, where there were rumors of blackjack tables with $3 minimums. Well, there they were! However, there were only like 5 tables, so I had to wait over half an hour to get a seat. This, um, would be the part where I lost $60 playing blackjack. Damn on not quitting while I was ahead! I’m used to playing with 2 decks, and they were playing with 8, which made me sad (less decks give you an advantage). I blame it all on MaryAnn not letting us listen to Sinatra sing Luck be a Lady on the drive up. I had a great time, however. I kind of missed the chattiness of my beloved Hoyle Casino computer blackjack players, because everyone at my table was very dull. I had blackjack twice, and had one amusing hand where I had aces that I split, which resulted in another pair of aces, which I also split, finally resulting in pushing two hands and winning one. If only that could have been 3 blackjacks!

There is something in the casino air, I found, that made my brain go dead while I was playing. Suddenly, I could not add the numbers on the cards. I would stare at my seven and eight, on more than one occasion, baffled as to what that could possibly add up to. I hit on 16 when the dealer had a 4 showing. Generally, I did not play my best. But again, it was fun. And come on, we all know I looked so damn cool.

Around 4, my once rather tall stack of pretty little chips was down to almost nothing, so I cashed out and went downstairs in search of the girls. The problem was, I knew we’d said we would meet by the cashier’s cage, but I couldn’t remember which one, and there were at least ten of them downstairs. I wandered around the first floor for around fifteen minutes before I finally found the one I was almost positive we had decided on, and waited on mom there. After a few minutes of waiting, she decided that she could wait just as easily while playing slots, so she found a dollar slot machine and decided to play $10. Well, during that, she won $100! I was trying to convince her to cash out, but she decided to play down to $90 while we waited on the others. At $90, she decided to play down to $50. That dork.

Eventually MaryAnn showed up, and Sherry a few minutes later, with tales of a hot guy she had met. She drug me off to show me Casino Worker Guy with an Unpronouncable Name, who got her number while we were there.

Back at the good ol’ $1 Double Diamond Deluxe slot, we grabbed mom and drug her away kicking and screaming, back to the car for the much loathed drive home. I made MaryAnn drive, because all I wanted was a nap. The drive home was pretty much like the drive up, with a few fewer XXX shops on the way (we took a major highway instead of the country back roads this time. It wasn’t as amusing, but was about an hour quicker).

When we got to Springfield, MaryAnn’s car had a very flat tire. Being the girls that we were, we decided to send Sherry inside to find someone to help change it. She came back with a good looking wal-mart employee guy, who got right to work on changing it while the unmarried half of our group flirted shamelessly with him. Well, ok, Sherry flirted shamelessly, I flirted moderately. At some point in the tire-changing process, a random guy walked up and asked Tire Changing Wal-Mart Guy “Do you want a 4-way?” We all exchanged an amused glance and giggled when we figured out he meant some sort of tire-changing tool. Anyway, Parking Lot 4-Way Guy and Tire Changing Wal-Mart guy did a smashing job of changing the tire, and Wal-Mart Guy told my sister to pull around to the auto department and he would air up her spare for her, since it didn’t have the right pressure. So, MaryAnn and Sherry went off in that direction, while Mom and I set off for home. It wasn’t long before I got a call to tell me that Unpronouncable Casino Guy had called Sherry while Wal-Mart guy was fixing the tire, so while she missed out on getting Wal-Mart guy’s number, she did set up plans to go see Casino guy on Sunday. Sherry is my new idol.

I fell into bed pretty promptly after getting home, and was quite delighted to find Welcome Back Kotter on TV Land. I haven’t seen that show in years! Afterwards, I turned out the lights and fell asleep to the cast commentary of the 2nd half of Fellowship. I was so tired that I started it at the arrival in Lothlorien, and fell asleep right after Sam got his rope, if that tells you much.

Speaking of which, I just came across something at the New Line shop that simply rocks my world:

“Get yourself ready for battle every morning with these Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers coffee mugs that reveal the Elvish One Ring inscription when you pour in a hot beverage.”

I would probably consider getting them, except that a) they are $18 for the two, and b) the Rohan warriors are on one, and the Uruk-hai on the other. I could dig the Rohan one, but I really don’t want uruk-hai staring back at me first thing in the morning. But the whole elvish script that is heat sensitive? Brilliant! Also, its about time someone made a cheap knockoff of the Arwen necklace so that poor people like myself can get in on the love without paying $75.

Fantastic Quote of the day:

My father, on my bottles of frappuccino in the fridge: “Don’t you have to heat it?”

I am so jealous of Evany and her dog show party. Why can’t I have friends like that? If I invited people over for drinks and dog show, they would laugh politely and then run away.

I admit that I’ve had a great weekend. I slept in late, went grocery shopping (I looove grocery shopping), watched Harriet the Spy (I cried), watched The Music Man (I cried), watched the Osbournes renew their vows (I nearly wet my pants laughing at Ozzy singing “No more pubic hair!”). I spent lots of time combing through magazines for collage materials to make some more postcards to send out for Postcard X. Speaking of which, I’ve gotten several more recipes in the mail, as well as a lovely postcard from NYC and one from Berkley this week. And a handmade one decorated with stars. I love you all, Postcard X’ers.

Thursday, February 13, 2003

It is nearly three a.m. I fell asleep at 8 after Dawson’s Creek, and woke up just a few minutes ago. Don’t you hate waking up in the middle of the night, when its far too early to be awake, but you can’t get back to sleep? To top that off, I’m supposed to have a dentist appointment this morning that I’ve already postponed two or three times.

While I was driving today, a new version of Big Yellow Taxi came on the radio, and I was very excited. I forgot how much I used to love that song! It made me wonder just where my poor Friends soundtrack is these days.

I just woke up from a dream that Tallulah had an evil twin. I worry about my subconscious sometimes.

Oh! Anyway, the new Big Yellow Taxi is by Counting Crows and Vanessa Carlton (I guessed John Mayer and Michelle Branch in the car, so, um, I was kinda close?)

Two Towers is still playing at IMAX, and their huge sign reminds me of this fact every day. I’d like to catch it at least once more before it goes away. I mean, how often do you get to see something so fantastic (and I’m actually referring to the movie here, not just Orlando) on such a huge screen with floor-shaking sound? DVD’s are fabulous because you can rewind and watch commentaries and sit around in Hawaiian-print pajamas eating cookies while you watch the movie, but its hard to beat a movie on the big-big screen. Mmm, Two Towers. Funny enough, I liked it better than Fellowship when I first saw it, but I had only seen Fellowship twice at that point. Now that I’ve seen it at least 20 times, its winning out as the favorite. Partially because it feels like it has more flow, rather than going back and forth between the three different stories, but I think mostly because I know it so darn well by now, to the point of where all the little inside jokes from the commentaries make me giggle, and I have certain things I watch for every time that make me giggle.

I heard on the news today that the city of Springfield is discussing renaming the James River Freeway to “The Korean War Veterans Memorial Freeway”. How the hell are you going to fit that on a street sign? What are we supposed to say, “Take the KWVMF over to National…” Pft! I’m all for patriotism and such, but this is just sillyness. We already have half of the tourists in Branson confused because one of our main roads is also called Veteran’s Boulevard, but nobody calls it that who lives here.

I mentioned that I fell asleep after Dawson’s Creek. Remind me to send the writers a big glittery heart valentine for finally shaving that horrible beard thing off of Josh. I was beginning to forget that he was the whole reason I watch this silly show. Very much forgot what a hot face was under there. Thanks, writers.

Today was absolutely beautiful! It was in the high 50’s, possibly 60. I loved driving in that sort of weather, although I must say that it is very odd to have your air conditioner running when there is snow outside. I guess its just taking its sweet time melting.

I’m not sure if I mentioned that my mom, youngest sister, and I are supposed to be going to a casino in Kansas City on Friday. I am very excited to get a day away from boringness! I’m hoping to win about eighty billion dollars playing blackjack. I’d settle for $2.

Thanks to Tech Support Guy that I talked to last week, I am finally able to download music again! Given my silly connection speed, it still takes about 20 minutes for a song, but this is much better than taking a month, like it was. I can finally make a new CD for February! So far, I know it will have:

Big Yellow Taxi- Counting Crows & Vanessa Carlton (Did I mention how excited this made me?)

Big Yellow Taxi- Joni Mitchell

Shut Up- Kelly Osbourne

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous- Good Charlotte

Not sure what else yet. Probably some David Grey and Ben Harper.

Lula tells me that it’s time to sleep, and so I know it is. Adios!

Friday, February 07, 2003

Would you like to see what I saw driving yesterday? Look!!

What? You say you can’t see anything? Well neither could I! It was White-White-White! Whiter than a white sale at the Gap! Snow was coming down in snowflakes the size of poodles, and my windshield wipers kept getting so caked with ice that all they did was make my windshield more wet. I only wish my digital camera were home from the shop- I could have gotten some great shots of the black windshield wipers against nothingness.

I hate snow. I hate driving in snow. Why do I have this job again?

I would now like to take this time to say… I FREAKING KNEW IT!!! When Kimberly Caldwell was first on American Idol, I squinted at the TV and said “Um, didn’t I go to school with her?” But the tv said she was 16, which would make it impossible. Well, I got my issue of US Weekly today, and it says that she is, in fact 20, and spent some time singing in Branson, so it IS her! HAH! I knew I had some reason for liking her. She better come back as the wild card.

In less happy news, US Weekly also informed me that my dear Orlando is now dating Kate Bosworth, that chick from Blue Crush. Grrrrr. It won’t last.

Thursday, February 06, 2003

Today I made three beautiful postcards. I’m going to be sad to part with them, but they weren’t made to keep. I bought about ten dollars worth of stickers at the Scrapbook Store (that’s actually its name!) today. Ten dollars doesn’t buy anywhere near as many stickers as you would think it does. Plus, most of them were actually for my scrapbook, so my plan to come home with tons of stickers to use for my Postcard X creations didn’t exactly work out. I did, however, manage to leave the store with eighty-three cents still in my bank account, so all is not lost.

I had an extra delivery on my usual Wednesday morning run to Springfield today- I had to pick up a package here in Branson and drop it off at the Assembly of God headquarters. Mom came along with me today, because the original plan did not include said shop, and we were going to have about three hours to shop before I had to head south towards the bank. Lets just say that all did not go according to plan.

First of all, the AOG Headquarters is HUGE! Not just really big, not just really really big, but huge! Massive! Mammoth! After pulling up to the first building marked Assembly of God Headquarters, I was getting ready to go in the door when I noticed that the next building over was ALSO marked AOG, and this time it matched the description that my boss had given me much better. I looked back and forth between the buildings and couldn’t help but ask “Just how many assemblies does God HAVE?” So, I climbed back in the car and drove over there. However, there were no parking spots near the door I thought I was supposed to go in, so I had to park approximately eight thousand miles away (somewhere in Ireland, I think.) and walk. Of course, when I got to THAT door, it said Employees Only, and I had to walk approximately half a mile (serious this time!) up to the front entrance, with super cold wind blowing in my face. Once inside, the receptionist guy informed me that I was in the wrong building. I needed to go back on to the main street, through the stop light, and three buildings down. Did I mention that the Headquarters is HUGE? As I exited back into the crisp wind, I went to tuck my pen back behind my ear when I noticed it was leaking all over, and I now had blue hands. Don’t you love how things always seem to happen at once? I walked the half-mile back to my car, thankful to at least have the wind to my back this time. Thankfully, the through-the-light-and-three-buildings-down building turned out to be the right one. The whole escaped took an hour. An Hour! Sometimes I really don’t think they pay me enough to do this.

Much to my joy, I had enough time to go back to Hobby Lobby to buy the bag I didn’t buy the last time I was there but should have (Its an adorable dark denim little handbag with rainbow-striped handles. It’s the sort that’s in the craft section and made for decorating, but I love it as-is, and plan to use it to tote my postcard making stuff around with me so I can work on them at work). The best part is that when I looked at it a week or so ago, it was $2.80, but this time it had been marked down to $1.76! I am overjoyed.

Scene that just transpired in my kitchen:

Me: (inspecting a pastery) Is this donut lemon or apple?

Mom: Humm, I don’t know. Taste it.

Me: I’m afraid. You do it.

Mom: (tries some of the yellow stuff) Humm. Apple-y. But also kind of lemony.

Me: (tastes it and pauses to think) I think its yellow-flavored.

Mom: That’s it!

Do you ever stop to think about flavors? I am always amused that for instance, grape-flavored candy tastes nothing like grapes. And where did we get this sour apple flavor from? Peach is usually pretty close. Strawberry is not at all.

So what does blue taste like to you? Yellow? How does Tuesday smell?

While I was thinking about London tonight, I was reminded of the time when Allison from spent time in London taking classes, so I went over to her website to re-read those days. About two hours later, I’m still caught up in reading the archives, and haven’t even gotten around to the London part. This is reminding me why I used to love her journal so much.

And gheez! I left out an important detail yesterday when I posted my buttcrack-of-dawn work story! Remember how before I left home at the horrible hour of 5:30, I kept telling mom “I am going to die. I am going to fall asleep, and run off the road and die in a fiery crash”. Well, on the way home, I smelled something weird, and oddly enough, my first thought was “I bet there was an accident.” Next thing I know, I’m driving past a truck which has just run off the road and smashed into the high rock walls that rise up on either side of the highway. There is smoke pouring out of the engine, and a moment later I can hear the sirens of approaching cop cars.

Another note from that morning: I realized I have been a Mary Kay consultant for a long time when I looked at the pink sunrise meeting the blue sky and thought “Wow. That looks just like the Cotton Candy eye shadow duet.”

Approximatly 7 minutes later, in the same kitchen:

Me: Oops. Forgot about my enchiladas.

Mom: I thought I heard the oven.

Me: (transferring enchiladas onto plate) Hey, what does blue taste like?

Mom: (at her computer) Did you know the cat is the only animal mentioned in the Bible?

Me: Really? Humm.

Mom: What does blue taste like? Blueberries?

Me: They cant be the ONLY animals not mentioned. Do they mentioned walruses?

Mom: Kind like blueberries, but you know… blue. Its hard to describe.

Me: Do they mention coral? That’s an animal you know.

Mom: I don’t know.

Me: Like blueberries? Humm. Ok. What about 3-toed sloths? Do they mention them?

And here I always thought that I only carried on 2 disjointed conversations at once in IM’s. Apparently not. Anyway, I’ve been asking everyone what blue tastes like, since I just typed that question a few minutes ago. So far:

Jim: A bit like purple, but less red.

Kelly: Sweet and Spongey. Like a twinkee.

Katie M: Raspberry!

Erin: Raspberry, duh! (We should note here that Katie and Erin are both redheads. Does this mean anything? Probably not.)

Kelley: I imagine its kind of tart.

My newest addiction is What Not To Wear on BBC. I want Trinny and Susannah to come live in my closet and help me.

Speaking of clothing, if you have not yet registered for the fabulous NYC shopping spree on my MK Website, go register already! Its $5k of shopping money, airfare, and staying in the Waldorf Astoria, and if you win, I win, and I really need the clothes, man.

So do you ever find yourself sitting back and thinking “I wonder what Crystal and Erin talk about.” Well, here is an exclusive repeat of parts of tonight’s conversation, simply because it was brilliant.

Crystal: will you move to London with me?

Erin: yes

Erin: yes I will

Crystal: hooray!

Crystal: I want to move there.

Crystal: I have never been there, but it seems like my kind of town

Erin: lol

Erin: Its very... different

Crystal: I think we would have a lovely time.

Sparkly Twinkie: smashing dahling :)

Crystal: where shall we live?

Erin: In a flat

Erin: near Kensington Garden

Erin: so we can go riding

Crystal: works for me!

Crystal: I am leaning towards Notting Hill

Crystal: did you know that a certain Mr Bloom has an apartment there?

Erin: Oh DOES he now

Erin: Well Jude and Ewan live around there as well somewhere

Crystal: ooh.

Crystal: I wonder if he ever goes out to get the mail naked.

Crystal: I like to think that he does.

Erin: I do

Erin: oh. I mean. of COURSE he does

Crystal: ::nods::

Crystal: I say we move next year.

Erin: sounds lovely

Crystal: I have a salt shaker and four coffee mugs. What can you bring in to the deal?

Erin: I have dishes

Crystal: fantastic! I bet those will come in handy.

Erin: and....a CD player

Erin: and a pan to cook eggs in

Crystal: I have lots of Disney resort mugs!

Erin: woohoo!

Erin: That will be useful

Crystal: and a tv and dvd player!

Erin: to drink our tea in the morning

Crystal: right!

Crystal: I have more skin care and makeup than we could ever need.

Erin: woohoo!

Crystal: I think we're set.

Erin: Oh but we will need it

Erin: to snag the boys

Crystal: right!

Crystal: we will live a fascinating life.

Crystal: and eventually someone will make a movie about us.

Crystal: Sort of a Bridget Jones Diary meets Notting Hill meets...em... Monty Pythong.

Crystal: ROFL

Crystal: PYTHON

Erin: Monty Pythong... is that a porno?

Crystal: omg, HORRIBLE King Arthur in bad underwear mental images!

Crystal: "Dressing, undressing, knitting exciting underwear..."

Crystal: DUDE, how did we never come up with that before?

Erin: LOL

Erin: I have no idea

Crystal: you know I'm going to have to post half of this conversation.

Sparkly Twinkie: lol thats fine

Crystal: this is high quality.

Crystal: pythong! Pythong!

Erin: When we make it into a film I will make the credits anyway

Crystal: Victoria Pythong and the Quest for the Holy Knickers.

Erin: They could be gold, and glow

Crystal: so, um, flats in Notting Hill are cheap, right?

Erin: yeah, if you want to sell yourself everynight for years

Crystal: oh good, that was the plan.

Erin: yeah I figured you wouldn't have too much of a problem

Erin: we can become high priced whores

Erin: and pay for our rent

Crystal: ok, so its Bridget Jones meets Notting Hill meets Monty PythoN meets Moulin Rouge

Erin: Right!

Crystal: without the death

Erin: *puts on fishnets*

Crystal: or Nicole Kidman

Erin: right

Erin: better that way really

Crystal: absolutly.

Erin: well Crystal I need to get to bed

Erin: I have class bright and early

Erin: and now nightmares about knights in corsets

Crystal: they make you get up bright and early to make sausage these days?

Erin: well... to study Amish people

Erin: this time

Crystal: Frankly, I worry about the quality of education you are getting up there sometimes.

Did anyone watch American Idol tonight? I turned it on for the last minute or two. Is Kimberly actually GONE? That’s just WRONG! She was supposed to win. Something is very screwy with that, yo.

Seeing that Kel posted a freaky dream over at washingwishes, I shall also share mine from the other night. The very simple basis was this: My dad was smoking a lot of pot. I kept trying to take it away from him, and he would hide it, trying to be sneaky. Mom and I now have a running joke about dad being a druggie thanks to this dream.

Today mom told me that she and dad are discussing driving to Arizona for a week in April. Flying? No, dad won’t fly. I argued that if he drives, it will take him a week to get there. Anyway, to get to the point, I am now faced with deciding whether or not to go. On the plus side, it’s a trip to somewhere other than here. I could sit in the back of the car and read and write and other such fabulous things! I could pick up postcards from truck stops and eat gas station food. Those things excite me. On the bad side? My dad is the worst driver in the WORLD, and refuses to let anyone else drive. Also, my parents are not much fun to be with in a confined space for any period of time. And someone would have to come watch our animals. I would have abandonment issues about Tallulah, and I really don’t trust anyone to not kill my fish. Plus, a whole week of having the house to myself would be fantastic. Wonderful. Blissful. But perhaps a bit lonely? What would you do if you were me?

On this same day I get the trip news, I am also informed that my oldest sister wants me to come live in San Francisco with her for four months to babysit her kids for about an hour a day. As much as I would really, really like to live in SF for a while, I think that four months is much too long. Also, I do not think I could live with my sister. We don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on…em…anything. But on the other side- a free apartment! In San Francisco! That would be an experience, to say the least. Maybe? Probably not. There is NO WAY I could leave Lula Jane for four months, and equally no way that I would make her live there. Plus, I would be away from my horse for some of the best riding months of the year. I told mom to tell her that I would come out for two weeks. That seems like a decent compromise to me. Maybe just one? Not sure.

In case this isn’t enough vacation sort of news for you, next Friday (which is also known as Valentines Day), my sister MaryAnn, my mom, and I shall be journeying afar to Kansas City to hit the casinos. Just what two married chicks and a single girl should be doing on V-day, don’t you think? We do.

I am working my way towards getting rid of my Netfix membership. I never watch my dvd’s in a timely manner anymore, so its just not practical. For the price I pay, I will instead buy one dvd a month, and still have enough left over for a rental or two. I think that will be much more satisfying. My first new purchase will be the theatrical release of Fellowship, because its bonus disk has so many splendid things that the extended ones don’t, including some footage of Orlando rehearsing some battle scenes that is hotter than boiling liquid sex.

Today I realized that while living in LA next summer, I can actually take classes from Neena and Veena. My life will be complete.

I’m cleaning out the voice notes in my phone, which are generally quite amusing. I just came across one with a note of something I wanted to mention here. When walking into a gas station one day, a man held the door open for me and said “Go right ahead, beauty queen.” Very weird.

I just went to check on Lula Jane and found her asleep in mom’s bathroom sink. This no longer surprises me.

I feel like I had such a productive day at work. Not because I got anything work-related done that was out of the ordinary, but because I had enough time while I was waiting for lab stuff at the doctors’ offices that I had time to write two postcards and finally finish the Council of Elrond chapter in Fellowship. Now, I love Tolkien deeply, but can I take this time to thank Peter Jackson for making the Council scene much shorter and to the point? Thanks, PJ! (Plus the whole “You have my sword…” “…and my bow!” is a lot sexier than “Legolas and Aragorn are going with you.”)

I discovered today that my father is really not a very good friend to his friends. His friend Van had told us a couple of weeks ago that his wife would be going in to the hospital soon to be tested for cancer, and that he was really, really worried. I felt so bad for him because it was evident how much it was effecting him (they’ve been married over 50 years) and how scared he was. Well, today I asked dad how Van’s wife was, and he said “I don’t know.” I couldn’t believe that he hadn’t called to check. I said as much, and dad said something along the lines of “Well, his phone number is in the book if you want to know.” Can you believe that!? I try to keep up on everything going on in my friends lives, from relationship statuses to checking in on how a test they were worried about went- I cant imagine letting something this big slip. Mom called me later in the afternoon to say that she had decided to call and check, and that Van’s wife did indeed have cancer. I’m really hoping that she will be ok now- Van is such a great guy. He is the sort that goes to nursing homes to visit strangers. He’s going to teach me to play guitar. I hate to see such sadness and pain fall into the lives of such good people.

Also, I finally added humans to the cast list, and updated the fish.