Ahh, the week after.

Christmas, as I suppose I should start with, was pretty decent. I was sick, as usual (yes, Becky, I am always sick. I know, I know, I need to start taking my vitamins.). But this time I was just sick because I went to the doctor on Friday and he started me on antibiotics for a lymph node infection and it messed my whole system up. I hate amoxicillin. So I was sick. Blegh. Then Christen's grandma went into the hospital on Christmas Eve. So that sucked. But otherwise, it was a good holiday. Not much stress, anyhow. We spent C-mas eve with my dad's fam in Bradenton (yes, I stopped by mom's mom and said hi; every once in awhile I'm a good grandkid). It was an interesting time, and I got to see my cousin which was awesome (and I friend-requested her on MS -- I love having 14-year-old cousins! hehe). I somehow talked Christen into exchanging our gifts on C-mas Eve night, and so that was nice and stressfree. Christmas day we family-hopped, first to my mom's, then his parent's, then his Nana's and finally to the hospital to visit with Grandma before coming home for a nap and to put away all of our stuff.

But ahh, the week after Christmas. When you can go use your gift cards, and buy the stuff on your list that no one got, and play with your video games (yes, I'm a dork. I got Sims 2 Pets for my GBA and that's all I do right now) and read your new books ... Before New Years resolutions and wedding prep and trying to lose 30 pounds ... ahh, so nice.

Tuesday night I got to see Autumn (and Joy and Mel and all of Autumn's fam) and that was super great. She tried on her bridesmaid dress and I daresay she looks amazing and I don't even think she'll need a shred of altering -- not even a hem) and I got home very late and didn't even care. Tonight Shell and I exchanged gifts (she's awesome -- she got me this and this (autographed!) and a couple gift cards for Christen and I to share.)

But that's all I have for tonight. If you'll excuse me, I've got a video game to play. :) Toodles!

YMCA

As scary as it is, I know this guy:

Courtesy of my stupidity

I was doing well at work today. I got here 6 minutes early. I worked diligently all day, and got a lot done.

Then, at 3:56pm, terror struck. I couldn't find my shoes. I had to pee. I take off my shoes while I'm working, and put them on only if I have to go to another floor or if I go to the bathroom. I hadn't been anywhere in 2 hours, and when I went to put on my shoes to go to the bathroom they were gone. I thought my supervisor had taken them, because he's always teasing me about being barefoot. But he wasn't at his desk. I searched my desk, my drawers, his desk, the local desks of people who were on vacation. After 10 minutes, I was crying and shaking because I couldn't find them anywhere. Who would do this to me?

Someone in another department wandered by with them. I had left them in someone's cube 2 hours ago when I was discussing a file. The only reason I had them on at her desk was because I had come from a different floor, and I must have absent-mindedly taken my shoes off while standing there discussing.

I was so embarrassed. My shoes are now properly on my feet, and yes, I did get to go to the bathroom. Now, I'm going home.

Happy holidays!

Book quiz (courtesy of NPR Junkie)

You're To Kill a Mockingbird!

by Harper Lee

Perceived as a revolutionary and groundbreaking person, you have
changed the minds of many people. While questioning the authority around you, you've
also taken a significant amount of flack. But you've had the admirable guts to
persevere. There's a weird guy in the neighborhood using dubious means to protect you,
but you're pretty sure it's worth it in the end. In the end, it remains unclear to you
whether finches and mockingbirds get along in real life.


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So excited!

Going to see Rockapella tonight! Hurrah for Tampa Theatre! Pics to follow :)

Oh happy day

So my neighbor's house has been up for sale for an eon. I don't like my neighbors very much -- I don't really know why; they can be nice. They're friends with my landlord and I always feel like they're spying on me. And when we first moved in they kept telling my landlord when we did something wrong, like when we didn't get garbage service right away because I didn't realize it wasn't included in with the water (like at the last house). And the husband mows my lawn for the landlord (I'm not sure why we're not able to mow our own damn lawn, but whatever) and he doesn't even ask before he traipses through the backyard, even though the dog is back there all the time.
So needless to say (or it would be needless if I would shut up ...obscure Empire Records reference) I'm way excited that they are finally hopefully selling the house and I'm hoping we get cooler neighbors. That would rock.

Part Man. Part Street. 100% Kosher.

Christen and I did some hardcore Christmas shopping yesterday. We finished all except for his parents and my grandmother, and to finish shopping for each other (of course, that's always the last to be done). I'm so happy about that. Not that I was stressing too much, but I like the sense of accomplishment. I'm not one of these people that freaks out about Christmas and gets all stressed about getting everything done. We never put our lights up outside, because I told Christen it was his job this year and it didn't get done. I don't care. We put up the tree and it's beautiful, and then I've just been doing a little shopping at a time. Yesterday I made a list of everything we needed to get and where we needed to go and we drove around and ironed out all the details.
Note: when going Christmas shopping, do not ever wear tight jeans that have a small hole in the crotch. After getting in and out of the car several times, the hole will no longer be small and you will be forced to stop at Kohl's to buy new jeans, and you will only be able to find your size in "long" even though you are only 5'4" so you will have to roll them up. Then you will also decide you need to buy 2 shirts and a cami so that you can change your whole outfit in the car because you reek of smoke for stopping in the cigar shop for 20 minutes to pick out a gift for your fiance's best friend and anyway, your old shirt looks silly with the new jeans.
We found Hebrew Hammer out in the Tampa Best Buy, which is a great find for my best friend's husband. Of course, now I'm going to have to borrow it because I've never seen it and it looks hilarous. I wish I could also find a Chanukah Tonica shot glass or something, but I can't find anything along those lines.