Happy New Years!

Well, here it is. New Years eve. 2010 is over, tomorrow is a whole new year. Writing in here every day for the last two months has taken a lot out of me, and I’m looking forward to a little bit of a break. I’m still going to write in here, just not nearly as often, probably only when I have a legitimate story to tell. I do appreciate the readers that have stuck with me during the boring entries this last little bit. Thanks for the memories and the good times, and I’ll see you next year!

Poor, Poor Echo

I noticed today that my car is super dirty. Of course it’s going to be dirty, it’s winter, and that’s what cars do. I keep wanting to go get it washed, but then I think, it’ll just get dirty again, and I’ll be upset that I paid money to wash it. But looking at her, she’s just so dirty, I can’t help but think it’ll be better just to wash her.

Again, with my originality for names, I’ve named my Toyota Echo, Echo. I used to call her an original name, Gigi, but then calling her Echo is just a little better. It seems to fit her. Plus, its easier to know who I’m talking about if I just say Echo, if I say Gigi I bet it’d be confusing.

I’m pretty sure I’ll break down and wash her in a day or so, because she legitimately looks gross, but for now…I’m abstaining.

Vieve’s Videos

My Pop showed me this the other day, and it totally tickled my funny bone, but mostly in the laughing way that’s like, I can’t believe I’m laughing at this. Enjoy!

The amazing, wonderful, fantastic…

You guys, there is an amazing toy. I’ve only fiddled with it in the past. I’ve had brief times with it, I’ve gotten comfortable with it. I got one of these for Christmas. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am of course referring to Bucky Balls.

They are magnetic balls that come in a back of like, 360 or so. They are small, so easy to lose, and just addicting. Its like, once you start, you just can’t put them down. I got two packs, a red and a green (like Christmas!) and I just keep playing with them.

If you can find these anywhere, I recommend buying them. I don’t know that I’ve seen them in stores (to be truthful, I haven’t really looked all that hard for them…) I’ve just seen them on the internets. And trust me when I say, if you get them, don’t let anyone else touch them, you’ll have a hard time getting them back.

Miscellaneous Monday

I have the day off today. I don’t really have anything planned until this evening, when people are free to play with me. In fact, my hardest decision today was to choose what color I should paint my nails. I chose blue.

This morning I ran outside. I’m so sick of treadmill running right now, so to get out felt awesome. It wasn’t as cold as I was anticipating it to be. Of course, I was in like, double layers of everything, with running tights, gloves, a headband, etc. I was feeling pretty good, temperature-wise, until I misjudged the distance between the snowbank I was running on and the one on the opposite side of this river next to me. I landed right on the ice – which broke, and I fell through. The rest of my run was a sloshy cold mess. Dislike.

Sometimes, I wish I had picked a less fattening treat to be obsessed with. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to stop eating cupcakes, but man, if I was addicted, to say, carrots instead of cupcakes, I would be so healthy. I don’t really care that much about health, in general, except for when I realize how many cupcakes I eat in a week, then I feel sorta guilty.

And then I eat another cupcake.

Not quite the same

Well everyone, Christmas has come and gone. This year had some new things, but for the most part, it was business as usual. I spent Christmas eve at Boyfriend’s, and his family opens a present on the eve. Meanwhile, all growing up, we were never allowed to open anything unless it was Christmas morning, so that was pretty awesome. Opening a gift early felt taboo, like I was breaking a rule. It was delish.

Christmas is just different from when you’re a kid, which is perhaps why I don’t really care for it anymore. I mean, when you’re small, your parents and Santa buy you all the gifts you want – or whatever they think you want and/or need. You don’t have to worry about giving anything. You can if you want, and it’s appreciated if you do, but you don’t really have to, you have the excuse of being young enough to not have any disposable income. But as an adult, oh boy, now it’s your turn to give gifts. And don’t forget anyone – make sure to get everyone included in your list. Luckily, I’m pretty good at remembering who to get gifts for, and hopefully this isn’t too full of myself, but I think I’m a pretty good gift giver. I think forever about what to get people, what they’d like, what they need, etc. I probably think too much about it, but I love when I find that perfect present, and I’m so excited to see their face when they open it.

But alas, the holiday is over. The gifts have been opened, the hugs given out, and holiday cheers have been said to everyone. It was a lovely day full of loved ones, but I’m glad it’s over. And now…364 shopping days left.

Merry Christmas!

I hope your holiday is filled with good cheer and love!

It’s a Christmas Miracle!

Merry Christmas Eve, readers! This day is special because it’s both an eve and a day – a Christmas miracle!

I don’t really have anything to write about today. Things of late have just been a flurry of getting ready for Christmas – which I’m not even excited for. I’m generally not that into Christmas, but this year, I’m not at all in the mood for it. I don’t care if it comes, I don’t care if I celebrate it, I’m just a general scrooge about things this year.

This hasn’t affected my gift-giving though. I’ve not gone that far, I have all my presents wrapped under the tree with care, ready for the big morning. I will still see all of my family members this day, and open presents, play games, that sort of thing. I’m not boycotting the holiday per se, I’m just…not really looking forward to any of this.

But good news, in about a day or so, the whole thing will be over. Everyone will be over the holiday, presents will be distributed, and lives will be back to normal. I’m just holding on for 24 more hours.

Water from the Arctic

I’m pretty sure the water in the sink at the bathroom at work is taken straight from the Arctic and then put into my sink. Every time I wash my hands in there, they are turning to ice, and I’m shivering until I’m done. Then I have to spend the next little while trying to warm my hands back up to normal temperature. And this dang sink has no hot water setting. No matter the time of year, it’s always freezing.

I could use the other bathroom, I suppose, but this one is closer to where my desk is, and I’m just lazy. I’m still just going to use the sink with the freezing water, but sometimes, while I’m washing my hands, I completely regret my decision.

What a boring blog this was.

Caramel Apples…a dangerous adventure

Last night, Chelle and I got together to yet again make some caramel apples, candy-cane popcorn and dipped Oreos. It was going to be a great night. We started off by making the popcorn – and we started by smashing up the candy canes:

Then after that, we got started on the apples. While Chelle was making the popcorn, I washed and scrubbed the apples. I had taken the caramel (a 5-lb block, mind you) out of the box and set it on the counter. I turned the heat on the pot, then turned to get the caramel and put it in the pot. The caramel had gotten stuck to the counter! I was trying so hard to pry it off with no luck. Chelle came over to help me, and the two of us were pulling it off with all of our might, and POP! it came off the counter!

…and landed directly onto my big toe. Ouch!

Luckily I had the presence of mind to take a picture of my toe right afterwards. It wasn’t too horrible right after it happened, which is when this was taken. We kept going with the caramel apples, because I wasn’t going to stop making these just because my foot hurt. We had an issue with the caramel scorching in the pot, but we remedied that by getting a new pot, etc. We got done dipping all the apples, and by that time, my foot was killing me! So we take a look at it, and it’s now like, purple, and considerably bigger and just looking generally gross. I usually don’t ever go to the doctor, but we decided to make an exception.

Chelle drove me to Insta-Care, and we got an exam. My blood pressure was taken, my pulse, etc. The nurse (who I didn’t really care for, she was sorta bratty) asked me if I was nervous, because my pulse was like, 100-something and I replied that I must have been, but I don’t know why. After waiting a while, the nurse came in to take me to X-Rays.

After the X-Rays (which were painful!) they brought me back, and I waited again for the doctor to come in with the diagnosis.

Broken.

My poor big toe.

The doctor told us he couldn’t do anything for it, just elevate, ice and ibuprofen, and sent us on our merry way. We went back to Chelle’s and finished the apples (they looked fabulous, but I didn’t get a picture), iced my foot, took some pills, and called it a night.

Today it still hurts, of course, so I’m walking gingerly and taking my pills for it. I wore by biggest, loosest pair of shoes today to alleviate some of the pain, and it’s not too bad, but it still feels best to be shoeless, which I mostly am on that foot. I have a bandage over it, to make sure the cut doesn’t get anything on it, but that’s mostly it.

What a night it was! I’m so glad we made the apples, but man, the elements sure were against us doing them. Next time, once we start getting signs like that again…I think I’ll play it safe and stop!

Being watched…

All right, everyone, I have a friend. I don’t know who this friend is, but they are here in my life all of a sudden. A few days ago, I blogged about how I found a note hidden under my last Post-it note that said “I’m watching you.”  I wasn’t sure who left it (even after my really in-depth handwriting analysis ) so I just chalked it up to a fun prank done by someone here in the office. Things now…have changed…

Ok that’s not true, things haven’t changed, I just wanted this to sound all dark and forebode-y. Monday morning, when I got to work, I found this on my desk:

Now, I know this means business. Whoever is keeping an eye on me is still doing so – and getting bolder, leaving presents with the notes. Now, according to my handwriting analysis, I’m not sure this is the same person. It could be the same, but all signs point to a new party being introduced here. Is there a team working together? This is something unknown so far. I don’t know who this is, or why I’m being watched (is there a greater purpose for me? Am I being watched to make sure I can handle the responsibility?) but I’ll be careful with my moves now. I’ll keep a clearer head about things.

With that being said, I do think this is pretty funny, and I appreciate that someone is keeping me in their thoughts or whatnot. So to my mysterious watcher…keep on keepin’ on.

And I’m sorry my life is so boring for you to watch.

Miscellaneous Monday

I am almost finished wrapping presents. I finished everything last week, but have been trying to wrap them since then. I got most of it done yesterday, but then I finished all the tape in the house. I need to get more, but I mostly keep hoping that someone else will just go to the store, so I don’t have to.

When I was eating my cereal this morning, I spilled it on myself and desk 4 different times. I’m like a child, someone should apparently be feeing me.

I finally watched The Muppet Christmas Carol for the first time last night. I think every movie should be made with Muppets. That would be glorious.

WoW

We’ve all known for some time now that I’m a nerd. Not like, a huge nerd, but I so have some nerd-ish tendencies. I enjoy video games, I like nerd shows (Firefly…Superman...any comic book movie…) and I read nerd books. I used to be pretty embarrassed by these things, but at this point in my life, I’m used to it, and I even embrace it. But right now, times are a-changing.

Boyfriend is a nerd too. Again, like me, not a huge nerd, but compared to me, he’s a much bigger nerd than I. He plays World of Warcraft (hereafter referred to as WoW) like many a people. Recently, a new version of this game came out, and he warned me before it was available that he might not be available to hang out quite as much when it came out, which I got. He’s been pretty good about it though, it hasn’t interrupted things as much as earlier anticipated.

Anyways, so one day, we were talking about it, and he said that I should play to give it a go. At first, I was super reluctant, but after being hounded about it for a little while, I finally gave in. He downloaded it onto my computer, and after I got my little person created, we played it for a bit. That's right - I'm now a player of WoW.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as I was thinking it was going to be – and I’ll never admit this again, but it was actually pretty fun. I don’t know that I’ll be one of the super-nerds that play it all the time, but I wouldn’t object to playing it more often. I don’t think I’ll ever be good at it, and I know I won’t learn secrets and tricks, or even the lingo, but at least I won’t embarrass myself playing WoW – so long as Boyfriend is there, coaching me through it.

Vieve’s Videos

All right peeps, it’s time for another video! I found this a little bit ago, and then stumbled across it the other day, and decided that you guys would probably like it too.

I just think the shell is so cute! And his little sayings are adorable! Enjoy!

Keep Your Chin Up

I have a confession to make.

The saddest moment of my day occurs at 5:15 AM MST. Regardless of the day, or what’s going on, I am always the saddest when my alarm goes off.

I try not to be. I try to be excited – a whole new day is here! There are loads of adventures to be had! But alas, when it goes off, and I’m snuggled in my warm bed with my blankets around me, and I hear that blaring alarm, all I can think of is “Man, I just want to go back to sleep”.

There are days when I wake up and think, if I don’t run today, I can sleep for another hour! But then I realize that if I don’t run, I’ll just be more sad that I didn’t run, so then I drag myself out of bed, lace up the shoes and get going.

Its kinda cool that the saddest part of the day happens so early, because then the day can only get better, and I like to keep that optimistic outlook.

But today, and most other days, I’m just sad that I had to get up at all. Luckily for me, it’s Friday, so for the next few days at least, I can get up whenever I want.

Which will be like 8. Dang it.

Done and Done

Good news, readers! I am, as of today, the  16th of December, 2010, finished with my Christmas shopping! It’s been a long road. I started all the way this morning, and I finished at like, 3-ish. Most of it was done online (God Bless 2-day shipping) but I did hoof it out there for the rest of it. My shoppings took me all over this good city, and even up to Sandy. I battled traffic jams, (the entire freeway was shut down up in Sandy because of a giant accident) my own fatigue, but I pulled through.

My last shop was Macy’s, here in Orem. As I was making my purchase, the cashier asked how I was doing (like usual, so polite) and I responded that I was doing great, this was my last purchase of the Christmas season. He congratulated me, and then as he was handing me my bag of merchandise, he made a little fanfare and handed it over, like I had won. I really felt like I had, at that point.

Now I can settle in and enjoy the season without any problems. I can’t believe how late I let everything get before I purchased stuff, but in my defense, I had no idea what I was going to get people. But then I had an epiphany, and then I was set. I’m psyched to be done, and even more psyched to give my gifts away – so long as people like them!

Again, any opportunity…

I stated yesterday that any opportunity I have to copy something that I think is a good idea, I’ll take it. Today, as Chelle and I are working, we were discussing blogs, and the topic of the day. Since blogging every day takes a lot out of me, I am consistently out of ideas to write about. When she said she was doing random thoughts, (which is different than a Miscellaneous Monday, I suppose) I decided to jump on board.

I dislike snow. I dislike having to shovel a foot of snow off my car in a dress with not sensible shoes on.

I have tomorrow off work, mostly because I have extra vacation days, but also because I need to go shopping at stores that close before I get off of work. I know what you’re thinking, I could go shopping on Saturday, but that’s the day I usually spend with the people I’m shopping with.

Looking at diamond rings gives me anxiety. The decisions made on this one tiny thing are going to stay on your finger for the rest of your life. That’s a lot of decision making.

I’ve been wishing for some time now today that I wish I had a cookie. A cookie decorated like Christmas and tasting delicious.

I wish skirts came with pockets. I would like to be able to carry chapstick in my pocket instead of a bra when I wear a skirt.

Why do Goldfish crackers look so smug, smiling at me? I’m eating them, they have nothing to be smug about.

I made my Goldfish into a school of fish. I’m pleased with it.

When someone says “No offense” is it because they really don’t meant to hurt your feelings, or do they just not want to seem like a super-douche?

The tights I’m wearing today are really uncomfortable. All morning, I keep shifting, hoping that’ll alleviate some of it, but it doesn’t. They’re just not as comfy as you think they’ll be. They’re warm though, and that’s why I’m wearing them.

Even though I’ve said I’m going shopping tomorrow (which I will!) mostly what I want to do is wake up, curl up in a blanket, and not move all day long.

Whenever I hug someone that I know doesn’t want me to, I wonder how quickly they’re going to hit me. In some cases, I'm pretty sure the punch is coming soon, so it becomes a quick dodging game out getting out before anything happens. But alas, I’ll not stop hugging.

If I could have any superpower, I keep waffling between invisibility and teleportation. I think they’d both be really useful to have.

I found a post-it note under my post-it notes at work that said “I’m watching you” and I haven’t been able to figure out who left it. If someone really is watching me…he’s probably really bored.

Its a conundrum, this is

I wanted to take a picture of the thing that I have decorated my phone with, because it’s so cute. But the thing I take photos with is my phone, so how is it possible to take pictures of my phone with my phone? It’s not, there’s the answer for you. I’ll describe.

PJ told me a while ago about her friend that had an iPhone 4 like me. We both have the same boring clear case that we got for free from Apple (since they didn’t have the good sense to make their phone usable without the bumper, they gave all of us who owns one one for free! Victory!) Anyway, the friend took a sheet of scrapbook paper, put it in the bumper and it made her phone all cutie. Well, I’m never one to back down from copying something that I like, so I did the same thing. Of course, I don’t have any paper of this sort, so I went to my local paper distributor – Chelle.

I first did this last month, before Thanksgiving, so the sheet I got was all Fall-y and Thanksgivingey. I cut the paper out, made all the modifications that were needed for my camera, etc and put it in and it was so cute! I loved it! As soon as Thanksgiving was over, I felt I should change it, and I had tiny friends reminding me of this as well. So finally, I was over at Chelle’s again, and I got a piece for Christmas.

I am glad that I got to steal this idea from someone else, because it’s so fun. And I’m totally going to change it every month, depending on what my theme for that month will be. And I’ll give a shout out to Chelle for letting me raid her scrapbook paper stash – and continuing to let me do so for the foreseeable future.

Miscellaneous Monday

Sometimes I wish I were in a comic book and could have a cool name full of alliteration. Lois Lane, Peter Parker, Reed Richards, Bruce Banner, Lex Luthor, Pepper Potts. How are those not the best names ever? I long for my names to be the same! Ah, to be a character in a comic book. The adventures I would have.

Bing is trying so hard to be the next Google. They’ve tried adopting the saying “Bing it” instead of “Google it” which is what everyone says right now. Unfortunately, saying “Bing it” sounds so weird, because bing is so small of a word that it just sounds awkward. Try it with me. “Bing it” “Bing it” Now try the original. “Google it” Ah, that sounds much better. I think I’ll just stick with my Google.

I hope that if ever I’m falling from a really tall building (say, if a villain pushes me off, or an explosion causes me to fall) I hope that I have the good sense enough to flail my arms and legs and scream a lot. That way, the noise I’m making is hopefully enough to get the attention of a passing superhero, or at least let people on the ground know I’m coming, so they can jump out of the way of being hit by me. Lets be honest, if someone falls out of the sky and falls on you or something you own, it’s definitely going to make your day a little worse.

I have a great idea

All right, I did it again. I went running and left my watch at home. I know, I can't believe I'm this dumb either, but these things happen. I didn't even realize it until I got all the way to my running park, and by then I certainly wasn't going to go all the way home and get it. So I looked at the clock in my car, hoping that I would sorta remember it, and hoped I could at least get a feel for how long my run would be.

As I was running, I had a brilliant idea. Now, stay with me on this, I know it's unorthodox. (Cue infomerical music and images) Have you ever been stuck somewhere where you don't have the time? By some miracle of craziness, you don't have a watch, or a cell phone, you're nowhere near a bank for their clock? What'll you do?! Well kids, luckily you have me and my great ideas, because I've thought of a doozy. Wouldn't it be great if we had the time displayed above us, in the clouds or something? Wouldn't that be awesome! I know it's not feasible, and I haven't even worked out all the kinks, so I don't know how this would even work, but I think it'd be so great. I'd never have to remember a watch! Alls I'd have to do is just look up, and see the time displayed there for all to see.

There are definitely downsides to this. You can never say you didn't know what time it was when you were late, because it's always there for everyone to look at. I still can't quite figure out how to get it going, but I guess that's what I'll hire the smart people to figure out, I'll just take credit for it. I know the easiest solution to my problem is just to remember a freaking watch, maybe put it by my keys or running shoes or something so that I'll always have it, but come on, that's clearly not an option that'll work for me. So in the interest of helping everone out, you heard it here first: The SkyClock. Ah, that just rolls of the tongue. Lets see what we can do to make this happen.

My Pop is my hero

Today was my Grandfather’s funeral. He was a great man. He was my father’s father, and had lived a full long life. We gave him a “red” funeral – we all wore red to respect him.

Anyway, the point of this story is my dad. Whenever he gives a talk or anything, speaks in public, I always see if I can get him to work in a phrase. In various church talks, he’s worked in the phrases “water is worth it’s weight in gold” and other awesome things. When I found out he was speaking at Grandpa’s funeral, I wanted him to work in a phrase yet again. I thought for the few days previous, to see what I could think of, but alas, I had nothing. It wasn’t until that morning that I thought of it.

Boyfriend, Rory and I were driving up to the funeral. We had a book in the backseat that we were going to read, but as of yet, we hadn’t started. We were maybe a half hour away from the funeral, and I just opened the book up to a random page and found the phrase “jam is knowledge” – I knew immediately that I wanted that phrase worked in. I texted it over to him, but he said on such short notice that he didn’t know if he could work it in. I understood.

He started his talk, and I listened intently (of course, either way I would have) and as he was going, he got to a part where I was like “dude, this is where it works in”. He said something, and then the next line was my magic phrase. It was glorious, I was so psyched to have had that happen.

I know a funeral maybe isn’t the best possible place to have done this, but it was something my Grandpa would have loved – he loved jokes and humor and the like. It was a great funeral, from the colors of everyone to the military salute at the cemetery. A great send off for a great man.

Well….

All right, I tried all day to think of something to write in here, but alas nothing ever came to mind. Chelle had the day off, so I didn’t have anyone to play with, so my day was very long and boring. More exciting entries to come.

Sing a song, a pretty little song

This morning, I was humming a song to myself, like always, and trying to think of the words to it. As I sang the words I knew, I realized I was singing the state capitals to this tune. I laughed, because the version of it I was singing was the one that I learned from Animaniacs. (Don’t judge – not only have these guys taught me some of the states and their capital cities, but I have also learned to name the countries of the world from them. Well, the ones I can remember at least)

After I’d been singing the tune for a while, I realized that I don’t know the actual real words to that song. I don’t know even what the name of the song is, just the words that I’ve learned from those little animals. I’ve never really been clear on what animal the Animaniac kids are. Cats? Dogs? I have no clue.

I think I have a lot of songs like this, that I know words to it that aren’t the real words. I’ve tried all day to remember the real lyrics to these tunes, but alas, I’ve taught myself too well. Maybe someday I’ll enlist the help of others, and learn what they are, but that seems pointless. If I learned the real words, then I wouldn’t remember the capitals! I’d forget that Texas has Austin, and then we go north to Montpelier which is up in Vermont, and Salt Lake City is out in Utah where the buffalo roam! I could go all day with these! But really, which is more precious here? The “real lyrics” or having knowledge of Montgomery, Alabama, south of Helena, Montana? I think we all know the answer to that.

Called to Re-paintance

Once there was a painter, a cheap painter who was more interested in how far he could stretch his paint than actually making his paint jobs look better. He used turpentine to water down his paint, to thin it down to use less on a bigger job.

One day, he got a job painting the local church. It was a big job, and he was excited about the possible money. After thinning down his paint, like usual, he started. He was all done with painting, after a long day, when there was a giant thunder clap from above him. As he looked up, all of a sudden, rain started pouring down, washing all of his thinned paint off the building. The painter knew this was a warning from the Almighty, he fell to his knees and cried “Oh God, forgive me! What should I do?”

From above him, a mighty voice shook the earth and said

Repaint, repaint! And thin no more!

This joke is one that my Grandfather Jack told me quite often, for as long as I can remember. Even though its one of those “dumb jokes” that you hate yourself for laughing at, but I laugh at it all the time, its really one of the funniest jokes I've heard, dating back to before I have a memory. My Grandpa recently passed away, and this is just one of my memories that I have of him that leaves the warmest spot in my heart. So this joke’s for you, Gramps. I know you’re telling that joke to a lot of people right now.

It's a Blogaversary!

Holy cow readers! Do you know what today is?! I didn't until just barely! I was all ready to blog about something else. I was actually about a paragraph in, when I needed to reference an old blog, so I hopped into my blogs, and I noticed it. This entry, today, Tuesday the 7th of December of the year 2010 is my 300th blog! Oh my gosh, who ever thought this would happen?! Certainly not me,!

I would like to take this glorious occasion to thank all of the people who got me here. My loved ones, who have faithfully read this. The haters, who have made me found my own inner strength. The random passersby, who have maybe hopped on here and accidentally read an entry or two. And last but not least, my various computers, without which I would have nothing to blog with, so they are especially helpful.

All right, lets not kid ourselves here. Of the maybe 4 people who read this, we here at ¡Vieve! thank you for your patronage. We understand how hard it is to get here once in a while to read my useless ramblings, so without you, we'd just be blogging to an empty internets. Here's to the previous 300 and to 300 more!

Miscellaneous Monday

I like being read to when I’m driving. Not like, on a trip to the store, but if I’m going to be in the car for a while, I like having a book read to me instead of just listening to music. Even though I love music, and I love all my music, on a long car trip, I like to be read to. I was on just such a trip yesterday, and I had my younger sister read to me from my current book Shades of Gray. It was such a delight to accomplish two things at once – get to my destination and finish a little more of my book. I have too many books I’m reading right now, so any chance I have to read one, I’ll take it.

Recently, Boyfriend’s little sister asked me if I’d paint her fingernails. I agreed to, so tonight, I went to her and did just that. It was so odd to paint her nails – first of all, I rarely paint anyone’s nails but my own, and her fingers are so small that I kept thinking I was just going to get paint all over the place. We chose teal and blue (she wouldn’t back down from having two colors) for her nails, and they actually turned out pretty well. I don’t know that I could open a business with this, but at least I’m not embarrassing myself when I’m asked to do this again.

I used new shampoo the other day, and it made my hair so soft and shiny. All day long, I kept doing the shampoo commercial hair flip, and I kept smelling it, and just feeling it in general. After I had done this for about half the day, I realized how weird it must have looked to everyone else to have me doing all this. Luckily, with hair that looked as great as it did that day, I didn’t mind what everyone else must have been thinking about me. I wish my hair was like that every day, but alas, rarely does it look like I actually put some effort into it. But I’d like to think it did this day.

A little holiday, a little romance…

You guys, here it is again. Lifetime –slash- Hallmark Christmas movie time! As I am writing this, I am sitting here watching my Tivo’d Mrs. Miracle. If you haven’t seen it, I recommend. I’m only about halfway through it, but I am really liking it so far. This morning, I have already watched Farewell Mr. Kringle, and it was a delight!

This Christmas season, I have already watched about 6 movies, some of them new, some of them are classic good ones I’ve seen years previous but love to watch again. I like when I find ones that I like, so that I can watch them year after year. When I watch ones that aren’t very good, I’m always so disappointed, but impressed with Hallmark’s tricky ways of getting me to watch it. With their cast list and/or impressive sounding movie summary, I always get sucked in.

I’m trying to be a little better this year about recording to many. I’ve only seen the 6 so far, and I have 5 to be recorded in the next week, and I’m keeping it to the bare minimum, so that I won’t be overwhelmed by the movies. I’m sure that, come Christmas Eve, I’ll be glad with them on my TiVo, to watch, and even now, I watch them instead of anything else. And I love them.

Festival!

It’s that time of the year again – Festival of Trees! Sadly, this year, we didn’t have the time to decorate a tree for it, but I wanted to go nonetheless.

The trees were lovely as always, and I was sad to note that a good bit of them weren’t sold this year. I don’t know why they weren’t, but I hopefully they were sold by the end. I made the rounds of the whole place, the mini-trees, the slightly bigger trees, and finally ending with the 6-8 footers. They were all looking good, and of course, there were some themes that kept popping up. It’s always interesting to see how different people come up with different trees based on the same idea, but that’s the joy of Christmas trees. They’re all different and unique, while all embodying the same ideas.

I was glad that I went, and even gladder I left with my annual gingerbread cookie – delicious! Now it seems like the Christmas season can start – traditions are already underway!

Motivation Required

I have racked my brain all day to think of what I could write today, and today just didn’t have anything that I could think of to write that would be good enough to justify a blog entry.

When I was getting up to run this morning, I had to motivate the heck out of myself, I just wasn’t in the mood. I had to start with telling myself, listen, if we run for 10 minutes, we can call it good. Then I got started, and I kept bumping up the time, 15 minutes, 20…you get the idea. Then I saw this shirt on the internets, and it described my run perfectly. Sometimes…you just need a little help.

I think I’ve got pizzazz

Now, I know that most of the time, my blog is so exciting to read that people get here to read it as many times as they can. There is so much information to be learned from here! Today, sadly, will not be one of those days, I’m sorry to say.

Today is Thursday, which means it’s skirt day. I don’t know what started this tradition, but I wear a skirt to work every Thursday. Chelle does too, but hers is for legit reasons – she has meetings and the like after work. I like having this change of pace. I especially like it during the winter, when I get to wear fun tights underneath my skirt. Today was no exception – I rocked the hot pink tights. I wore them with a black and white skirt and black shirt, so really it didn’t match or anything, but I still think it looks dashing. I wore these same tights on Sunday, and Boyfriend said they were “cutie cute” which I’m pretty sure he said in sarcasm, or to make fun of my excitement over them, but I don’t care, I love these tights too much.

When I wear bright tights, I always feel like my legs are screaming at everyone to be looked at. Like this is how they’ll get noticed, with a color that you just can’t ignore, and that’s fine, my legs are pretty good, I’m not ashamed of them. Listen, anyone can wear black tights or nude tights or white tights, but I think it takes pizzazz to wear hot pink tights.

I would have included a picture of me in these tights, but I thought that might have been weird, just putting my legs here on the internets, so I decided against.

Challenge Accepted

Even though it’s no longer November, thus National Blog-Every-Day Month is over, I was challenged (dared?) to write every day until the year is over.

Challenge Accepted.