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squirrely sunday: ten thirteen thirteen

Sunday, October 13th, 2013

It is officially my anniversary with G! Twelve years ago today, at this moment, we were celebrating our wedding. The time flies, for sure. That day, twelve years seemed so far off, yet here we are and it seems like a drop in the bucket. When we very first set our date, it was for October 5, 2002. However, we felt like that was so far off, and since we knew we were getting married anyway, why put it off??? So, we moved it up a year, and went with the 13. Because, ten thirteen. Because, we’re super nerds. Of course, if you’re reading this, you must be totally nerdy and totally get the reference, right? No? Well, ten thirteen is the production company that produced the X Files. The production company was named such, because it is the creator, Chris Carter’s birthday.

So, yeah, nerds. So far, we’ve had our ups and downs. Marriage is not easy. However, we made our vows, and we are sticking to them. Because, at the end of the day, whether it’s all fun and games or we’ve had a fight, there isn’t anyone else out there I’d rather snuggle into bed with at night. You know, on those nights when we’re both home and we need to sleep at the same time.

So, in celebration, I found the cutest cake topper, in one of my favorite colors. When we were married, we had pewter fairies on our cake. Now, we might have had these guys. In fact…I might have to get them on account of their loveliness. I’m pretty sure the traditional gift for the twelfth anniversary is squirrels, so it’s necessary, right??

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(Clicking the photograph will take you to the etsy listing. If you’re feeling generous, or if you want to peek, or if you want to snipe me out of pure spite.)

Happy day, friends!
xoxoxox

ten thirteen

Saturday, October 12th, 2013

Twelve years ago this evening, we had finished rehearsing and were feasting at the rehearsal dinner the night before our wedding. Tonight, we are heading out as a zombie bride and groom to the annual Zombie Pub Crawl.

This post is short, but sweet. Basically, after being married for twelve years, there is still no one I would rather feast on brains with.
My favorite wedding photo

i’m going to disneyworld!

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

In just a few minutes, actually. I started down this long winding path early last fall, and what seemed so far off in the distance is now here. In less than a week, I will reap the benefits of months of training. When I started, I could just eke out thirty seconds to one minute of running. Now, I can run for several miles straight, as many as fourteen with using Jeff Galloway’s walk/run intervals. I’ve run in rain, snow, heat, below zero temps, on ice, in water up to my ankles. I’m still surprised at how impressed people are when they find out I’m doing a half marathon. I’m not gonna lie, it’s been a lot of work. However, it is totally attainable. I mean, I’m just shooting for a finish, and getting my medal. No record breaking or anything. Mostly just proving that my lazy butt can do it. If my lazy butt can get off the sofa and do this, I am pretty confident that anyone can.
I just want to give a thank-you to everyone around me who has offered support, listened to my incessant running chatter, and put up with my lack of free time. It has been truly incredible to me how supportive everyone has been, be it family, friends, co-workers or internet acquaintances. I have met some incredible and inspiring people who have kept me going on those days when I just wanted to give up. All the support has been so crucial during my training…I don’t want to let any of you down!!!
I finally got my last long run in yesterday (the last couple of weeks have been off kilter with my bad back flaring up and getting some sort of sinus infection) of 14.3 miles. I had to take a couple of unplanned walk breaks as my knee was grouchy in the middle, but I finished in three hours. Slow, yes. However the max time for me to finish the 13.1 is 3.5 hours, so I should be good for getting my medal, even if I have to slow down a bit for heat or the like. I have two short training runs left, then BAM! The half is here. I don’t know if I will be around the internets too much this week, but my goal is to keep my Flickr page updated with pictures, and to get a post-race recap in ASAP.
Thanks again!!!!!

We survived the Blizzard!

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

So, we made it home after venturing into the world of geekery known as BlizzCon 2008. It was sort of a perfect storm that brewed, with them scheduling the event on the weekend of our wedding anniversary. Despite the major FAIL on Blizz’s part with the ticket onsale, we were still able to go, albeit without the coveted goodie bags that are such a big part of the event.
So, after finding our way to the convention center, and getting our bearings, we had to say hello to our buddy Illidan:
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Then we ran into a Night Elf Mohawk:
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Then I was transformed into a crazy Orc!
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Then G was kickin’ back:
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Then I had to represent for hot geek chicks everywhere (of which there aren’t many!)–please pay special attention to the sweet Horde bag I received from the hubs as an early anniversary pressie:
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Then Illidan somehow took over:
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He prevented us from getting pictures of the amazing contest winners. Okay, he didn’t, the large venue did. However, it turns out if you’re willing and able to build a working mechanical turtle mount, you will probably win your very own Frostmourne.
The next day, we learned that Blizz has a rather attractive team (note the hot Frenchman second from right, the hot Brazilian second from left, and the lovely American director at left):
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We also found out that Arthas is actually a chick:
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Or a hardcore gamer:
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And the redhead from The Guild and Dr. Horrible is really THAT adorable:
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And one last shot of the female human before departing:
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BTW, if you see us on the street, I’m Lily, he’s Snugglecakes:
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Now, I must come up with an appropriate name for my death knight, and figure out what skills I have that will get me hired at Blizzard.

absence makes the heart grow

Monday, September 15th, 2008

So, Ive been gone for a bit from this little blog. I’ve had a lot of work stress of late, and feared posting something Dooce-worthy. Not to mention I’ve just been a bit worn out, and the effort of writing something intelligible, much less interesting, was just too much.
So, some recaps!
First off, I am drinking Diet Vernors as I type this. IT is pure effervescent deliciousness. My dear G picked me up a pack of 16 ounce bottles whilst he was on his journey to pick up my new (to me) car. I didn’t even think to ask him, he just thought of it on his own. Now, I must ration it for I don’t know when I will get more!!
Secondly, sorry I didn’t finish my Lolla recap. It is just as well, for I would have posted how much I love Rage Against the Machine. I would have then had to retract said love after their recent show at Target Center. I was so angry and disappointed I wrote them a letter, but as I thought all they care about is dollars these days. The last ten years have really worn down their ideals. I also have now blacklisted the Target Center, which is unfortunate as that’s where NIN is playing in November. However, they have the most incompetent security and staff I have encountered since the Quest in Minneapolis. At least at the Quest they tried, these people were obviously put out by having to wear a uniform and stand there. I wrote another letter as they were allowing dangerous activity, but again, they don’t really seem to care, so they are off my list. Not such a loss because as arenas go, it is a shitty venue. I am a little sad about Rage, as I think they have some catchy tunes, but I have to agree with who I listen to…so they can suck it. (I highly encourage anyone I know to tell them the same) On a brighter note, NIN was AMAZING!!! Even with Trent’s sore throat. A girl tried to get me kicked out. Apparently girls aren’t allowed to take care of themselves, they are supposed to have guys to do that for them. Whatevs. I am really sick of these girls who apparently have never heard of feminism. Also, if you want to be in the frenzy at the front, you have to be able to handle yourself, and understand that you will get pushed. That’s what happens when everyone at the show tries to get in front…DEAL WITH IT.
Thirdly, a Lolla sidenote: I LOVE CHICAGO! I can’t wait until we live there…I am trying to be patient, but it’s hard. I keep reminding myself we need to try other places first, because we sure won’t do it once we are there…but I almost just want to flee for that city right now.
Next, I am down 11 pounds, about 9 of which were pure gross FAT. My abs are looking pretty ripped, and I am working on my fat ass. I am also running…I can do up to 30 minutes without stopping, provided I am feeling well, and don’t run right after I wail on my legs with squats, and leg presses, and deadlifts, and all of that. My waist is at 24.5 inches, the smallest it’s been since early high school. I am trying to be a healthy eater, but it is hard. The crappy food isn’t all that appetizing, but it’s usually a lot easier. I am working on not being lazy. So far that mostly involves three days at the gym, and three days running. I have a 5K in two weeks (more on that later) and have decided that after that, I am training for a half marathon. For serious.
Otherwise, my birthday is looming, and I am trying to think of ideas to make this the bestest, awesomest, happiest birthday EVAR…so if you have any input, please let me know.
‘Kay, maybe now I am caught up enough to keep up…

review

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

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One week ago, right about now, I was gussying myself up for Ground Zero’s Rubber Ball 2008. G had kindly gifted me this romper off my wishlist for Valentine’s day, which I had earmarked for the event. Based on this, I decided to go for an old-timey performer look. Somewhere between tightrope walker and saloon girl. I busted out the curling iron and hairpins, added some plumage, rhinestones and false eyelashes, and voila! I had rehearsal, so I went with myself done up from the neck up, and changed into my ADORABLE romper immediately after. G gussied up as well, and we went out, for the FOURTH Saturday night in a row, and had a pretty swell time.
Some things I would have changed about the event would include having the vendors upstairs/near the rear bar. Whilst I understand wanting to have the wares up front, it was totally in the way of dance floor access. It made for some unpleasant congestion. The “fashion” shows were anticlimactic. Maybe I am too used to the creation of items that are cutting edge, and look like something someone could/would wear, as opposed items looking like fabric remnants were taped onto models bodies. Also, sending out a model who obviously CANNOT walk in heels/platforms just makes me feel sorry for the poor girl, not thinking about how I really want what she is wearing. The two shows were awkward, at best. I love fashion, I love seeing what people create, however, these just made me feel embarrassed for these people. That is not really my idea of fun. Also, while I think the fetish shows are fun, I don’t like feeling forced to watch. We went to a club in Cali, that had the right idea. There were stages with shows going on throughout the night, but they didn’t cause every other activity to cease. IF it is one huge over the top piece, that is one thing. Otherwise, I want to be able to choose to keep dancing/chatting/whatever, not have everything stop for a show that I may or may not find interesting. I can’t imagine that every single person in the room has the exact same tastes, and I think the event should allow for that.
On the positive side, we got to see and hang with some peeps we don’t get to see as often as we would like. The people watching was fun, and we got to make a new friend, Morgan, a recent transplant to the area, who seems to be good stuff. I got some dancing in, and to top it all off, I looked awesome. I do not say this lightly, whilst I try to make myself look good when we go out, I usually have some reservations about my look. However, I can say pretty confidently, that I was the prettiest girl in the room. I felt pretty fucking badass. There were some photogs there, and I am hoping I can find the shots that were gleaned of me on the dance floor. Sadly, I forgot to grab the real camera, so the only shots that were grabbed by us, would be the above, on Gs camera phone. Overall, we had a good time, I just wish there was more dancing…the night went too fast!
However, this means the pressure is on. I have to look at least that good for the upcoming Goth Prom. I have a dress…I must accessorize, and determine the overall look I would like to style. Good thing I have a couple of weeks to pull it all together!!

Ten Thirteen part six

Wednesday, October 17th, 2007

Six long years ago as of the Saturday that just passed, I was doing this:
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Yes, I know I was just a pup then. A much more slender pup, at that.
Anyhow, we celebrated nicely on Saturday. We started with breakfast at our usual spot. G presented me with a card. A card with two concert tickets inside. Front row concert tickets for Tori Amos at Northrop Auditorium. I seriously reread them a kajillion times to make sure I was reading “main floor, row 1 seat 1” correctly. Pretty sweet. I felt pretty lame, since my gift was a toy. So I scratched that and went to a new plan.
We ran some errands and did some housework, and got ready to go to dinner. We met our lovely friends Benq and Everlastingwhy at the Melting Pot for some fondue fun. They were way too sweet and gave us a bottle of champagne. Dinner was pretty fantastic. If you have not had the Melting Pot experience, I highly recommend it. They have cheese fondue for an appetizer, and you can pick whatever you want as your entree, veggie, seafood, meat, etc. and a cooking style, (which is oil or broth, available numerous ways) and if you choose, chocolate fondue for dessert. The two ladies (one of which was me) went vegetarian, while the boys had their meat. They have an insane wine list, pages and pages. We settled on the white Pinot Noir and the Vovray. We wanted the $3000 bottle that was at the end of the list, but thought it would be awkward to leave to sell our cars and come back. We ran out of steam before the chocolate course, so we headed over to the Local. (keeping in mind that it takes at least a couple of hours to eat at TMP…you are cooking your food in the fondue and chatting and it is time consuming) We drank lots of whiskey, finally indulged in some whiskey chocolate cake with Irish Moxie ice cream (split four ways), and drank some other Irish beverages. The people watching was (real and) spectacular.
I eventually gave G the second season of the X-files, being our anniversary is Ten Thirteen and all. No we are so not nerds. Okay, maybe we are.
Anyhow, it was a lovely day, and I have a lovely boy. My how time flies!!

engaging story

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

So, I was totally going to post this on our anniversary…and didn’t. So then I was going to post it on the anniversary of the event, and I didn’t. So then I thought Valentine’s day would be a good time, since it’s all romantic and such, but I didn’t. Then I was going to post it as a birthday gift to Christopher Eccleston…but once again, I didn’t. So here is the story on a random Wednesday. Some people know the story, I thought everyone did, but yet, I still find myself retelling the story to looks of utter surprise. Or people know part, but not the art that shows how incredibly dense I can be. So, without further ado, here’s the story of how G and I got engaged.
To set the scene, it’s fall of 1999. It was my first semester as a college student after taking a bit of time off. Nine Inch Nails finally released a new album. It had been five years since their last, and we were amped. I had never seen NIN live at that point (travesty, I know). Like many bands/musicians/singers, their first tour for the album was European. We began to joke about how cool it would be to see them in Paris. I had a jar on top of G’s dryer, where I would put quarters for laundry (to show what I was saving by doing my laundry there, instead of in my laundry room). This jar became the “going to Paris to see trent jar.” It was hilarious…as if we would.
Then, about two weeks before Thanksgiving, G picks me up from school. He asks me if he were able to get tickets for the concert, and found reasonable airfare, could I go to Paris with him to see NIN over Thanksgiving. I laughed…he’s such a funny boy. He’s like, “seriously. Could you get the time off work.” I told him I promised to work since I was in retail, and Black Friday is kind of a big deal, but I could see. However, I told him even if I could, I couldn’t afford to go to France. He tells me that he would pay for it, all I would need to do was get the time off. He’d already purchased concert tickets, to be sure we could get them, but would need to know soon so he could get the plane tickets he’d found. I tell him I’ll see what I can do.
The next day I go to work, and tell my manager the situation. She tells me she’ll talk to the store manager and get back to me by the end of the day. the end of the day comes, and she tells me that he didn’t get back to her, and if I need to get the tickets, to go for it. SWEET! I tell G, and the plan is in motion. I was going to Paris to see Nine Inch Nails. Funny sidenote to this…the SM got back to her the next day, and told her I couldn’t go. So my manager told him that if I couldn’t, I would quit. Suddenly, he was fine with me going.
So, G secures tickets, a hotel. I talk to my instructors for my affected classes, and have my work schedule cleared. We were flying out on the day before Thanksgiving, and coming back on the following Sunday. Squeeeee!!!!
We arrive safely in Paris. We are staying in a very basic, but clean hotel. The night manager was super cool, and indulged us with our broken French. We were able to do some sightseeing on Thursday, before the concert. Yes, we were spending Thanksgiving in a country that doesn’t celebrate it, seeing a rock concert. Wicked awesome. There, I said it. We made sure that we knew where the place was and everything, and were totally ready. That evening, we got decked out. Cute, but Mosh-pit ready. We took the metro to the venue, and as we walked up to the place, we were bombarded by peeps handing out flyer after flyer. We just kept repeating, “no, merci.” we got in, and the place was pretty freaking cool. Not very big, maybe held 3,000 people. We were on the main floor, and got pretty close. Sadly, Atari Teenage Riot opened for NIN. I’d been unfortunate to see them before, and the were no better this time around. However, we suffered through to see our Trent. It was worth it. The show was amazing. So worth going to Paris for. It was a little surreal to be surrounded by people singing along with the band with French accents.
After the show, we scored some great concert tees and such. I will admit, I feel extra cool wearing my version 1.0 tees, with the european locations on the back. We also bought some as gifts for our favorite NIN fans. Then we headed to the Hard Rock Cafe for some Thanksgiving drinks and din-din. Hey, it was open.
So, Friday we set out for sightseeing. G is acting especially strange. He’s insistent that we go to l’arc de triomphe. At sunset. We have to get there at sunset. I’m all, whatever…if we get there, we get there…not the end of the world. He’s emphatic that the view from the top at sunset is amazing, and I need to see it. Okay..whatever. The whole day he’s checking his watch, and reminding me he wants to get there at sunset. I’m thinking he needs to chill out…it can’t be that big of a deal. We do get there in the evening, and start climbing the billionty steps to the top. I’m thinking to myself the whole way up, “this’d better be worth it.” We get up there, and the sun is indeed starting to set. G is happy, everything’s cool. So, we get up on the raised sidewalk around the top to see Paris. We start at the Champs d’elysee side. It’s decorated for te holidays as only the French could do. We walk the whole way around, snapping pictures and chatting. Then we return to where we started. I wanted to get some pictures of the crazy trees wrapped in white tulle with coloured lights shining on them that lined the street. G tells me he threw the camera in his backpack, and he needed to dig it out. He proceeds to open his bag and start looking. I’m enjoying hte scenery as he says “here, hold this.” I take the object from him, thinking he is just getting stuff out of the way to find the camera. I continue to enjoy the scenery. I suddenly realize I am holding a wee velvet box. It dawns on me that it is a jewelry box. “Why does he have a jewelry box in his backpack? weird,” I think. After a minute I realize I should open it. There’s a diamond ring in the box (a beautiful one, I might add). “Why is he carrying around a diamond ring?” I wonder. Another minute goes by. I realize it is an engagement ring, and again wonder why he has one. I slowly start to put the pieces together. “Is this…oh. Oh. Oh. OH! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!” I then look at him. I had no idea that he was not looking in the bag at all, he’d just been watching me the whole time. I look at him some more. Finally I say, “so are you gonna ask me or what?” “Will you marry me?” “Yes.” Crying and hugging ensue. Then I made him get down on one knee and ask me again. Annoyed tourists were trying to get around us as we were being all silly and giddy.
We saw a few more sights, and I made him ask me at each landmark we stopped at. I’m such a nerd. Then we went back to the hotel and got really dressed up to go out to dinner and celebrate. We ate at TGI Friday’s. Seriously. It was open, and they had food.
So, that’s the story. Thanks Trent.

red, white, and blue…

Friday, February 16th, 2007

Well, I’m officially done with the red paint. I made my last touch ups, and threw away the tray liner and roller. I just didn’t want to deal with washing that shite. Anyhow, the entryway is lovely red. I began priming the kitchen, and hopefully can get some paint on that bad boy tomorrow.
We also ripped up the hallway carpet. Good riddance. I would have done a cartwheel on the revealed subfloor, but felt that I might injure myself or a loved one, so we settled for a mental cartwheel. On the downside, we do have to replace a portion of the subflloor. We expected we would, but hoped that somehow we wouldn’t have to. We pulled up the first half of the portion we are replacing. I decided to pull out the trusty shop vac to suck up the dirt and junk that had been sealed between. I got halfway through, and the shop vac kept sucking up dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. I realized I was creating a hole. A hole in the part of the floor that is just dirt. I mean really, why would one want to make sure there was a bed of all concrete before laying the floor? Moisture barrier? What? So, we’ll have to pour some concrete. We’ll probably go ahead and put some plastic down while we have that chunk open. As my dad said, “where was the building inspector???” Where indeed.
Since we have the ceiling completely ripped out in the kitchen and entry, Lucifer has taking to tightrope walking on the exposed pipes, wires, and cables. While I was priming the kitchen (the part that will be behind the fridge if you are concerned), I was bent over getting the bottom of the wall. Suddenly, “WHOOMPF!” Something somewhat soft landed on the back of my head, then slid to the floor. It was a rather pissed off Lu. Apparently he lost his balance on his little tightrope walk. Guess he’s not ready to work without a net. He also has some white hairs on his tail from brushing the wall. That darn cat. Good thing he is small and furry, because the experience didn’t feel good. Couldn’t imagine if he was large. Or not furry.
Anyhow, we are making progress. Slowly, but surely. As we keep hitting setbacks, it makes me tell myself more and more that it will be such a miraculous transformation. I keep telling myself how much more storage we’ll have, and how organized it will be. Part of me worries it will let me down, or something won’t work out. However, for the pain in the ass, it should be miraculous.
I think the disaster area that is our home is part of what’s been making me feel so down lately. When you don’t have a lot of room to begin with, then you pull nearly everything out of one room into other parts of the house, then bring a bunch of other stuff in so that you can put that stuff back…well, it makes for close quarters. Every inch is stuffed. It is impossible to set anything down much less put it away. It’s tough to move…even the cats are grouchy. Forgive me for sounding all new-agey and whatnot, but it is making for some bad energy. Couple that with job annoyances, and the fact that I’ve put on a few pounds, and it makes for an unhappy Raven. The few pounds are annoying because when I gain weight, it hurts. My wee bones get all grouchy, my joints decide to give me hell, and my muscles cramp and seize and all sorts of fun. It is not helping that I don’t have my space to workout right now, and it is too cold for me to feel like going for a walk. On the bright side, I put in my notice at my part-time job yesterday. It took a lot of thinking on my part, and building up my nerve, but I think those few extra hours every week will make a big difference.
So, yesterday was the big V-Day. It was a pretty romantic day. I worked both jobs, and got to see G for about half of an hour. Fortunately, we already celebrated. We decided to celebrate on sunday. Since we have had zero time, I suggested that we just do our shopping together. Great minds think alike, and we found we were planning on shopping at the same store. We had to stop at two locations, but we got what we were after. I got G this:
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And he got me this:
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Ahhh…geek love. We also decided on extra gifts once we were out. Hot Topic had their Nightmare Before Christmas stuff on clearance, and I saw a great jacket for Geoff. He’s been wanting a hoodie type jacket, and there was a pretty cool one. I pointed it out, it was super soft…so I thought it would make a nice second thing for him. He found the Jack Skellington hoodie I’d been wanting but thought was too pricey. It is black and very dark grey striped with a big Jack Skellington face appliquéd on the front. Wicked cute. We then saw the perfect hoodie for Geoff. Despite it being full price, it was way more awesome than the Jack one, so I made him try it on. I had been planning on getting him a different hoodie previous to our excursion, but apparently this was in their new batch of merchandise. Seriously it was too perfect…
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Megatron versus Optimus Prime. Even though it will be in July, I am totally making him wear it to the Transformers movie when we go to the midnight opening. Well, let’s be honest, I don’t think I will have to make him.
We did buy some non V-day presents. I finally found a wallet I liked:
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I got some new mats for my car and a steering wheel cover, we got G some batman boxer briefs, and some stuff for a friend.
We then took a romantic trip to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and popped home. We changed into our dork twin ensembles, and headed to the Olive Garden. (don’t knock it. That’s some tasty food, and reasonably priced) Then we headed to the Chatterbox Pub. Which, side tangent here. There is a restaurant half and a bar half. Both halves have gaming consoles, and you can check out board games for either half. We arrived early to meet our friends, and thought we would kill time with some old-school nintendo. Since we were going to do karaoke when it started, we thougt we could stake out our sofas and get going. However, some lovely parents apparently mistook “console games” for “babysiter.” There were three kids. Apparently they needed to use all three TVs in the bar. One of the kind servers said he would check into it, because they’d been taking up the space for a long time (mind you this included two full-size sofas, a loveseat, and four armchairs that were around the three TVs). It was a no-go. The kids really needed all three TVs. Fine. We took one of the restaurant sets, with the understanding that we would move when the brats left. I tossed my coat and purse on the sofa and headed for ladies. As I walked through the bar, I saw the kids. One was at the table with the parents, completely on the other side of the bar from the consoles…the parents wouldn’t even have been able to see the kids at the damn consoles. Not to mention, I could tell the dad was trying to get the kid to go back to the other children (the oldest of which was maybe 10) One was playing with the Golden Tee machine, and one was actually playing a console. The other two were just left at the intro screens of the games. Needed all the TVs my ass. First of all, if you want to go to a bar and drink and have the kids out of your hair…hire a freaking babysitter. If you think your kids would have fun playing games, sit with them. Pay attention to them, and have some courtesy for the other patrons. People piss me off. Especially parents who don’t think they actually have to parent or be held accountable for their children’s actions.
Anyhow, eventually the brat pack left, and we moved to our sofas in time for karaoke. The rest of the night consisted of hanging with our friends, playing some tetris, and singing some songs. I discovered that I am really not cut out to sing Morrissey. However, I also discovered that the KJ had Vanity 6…so I made up for my lack of Morrissey talent by rocking out with that. So, the night turned out pretty well.
We ended the night by curling up in bed and watching The Apprentice LA. Perfect for a couple of dorks like us.

zuned in

Thursday, December 28th, 2006

Another holiday come and gone. I hope every one of you had a delightful holiday of your choosing. G and I upheld our three-year-old christmas at home tradition. This tradition involves us wearing PJ’s and eating some quick and easy to make delicacy (mac & cheese, spaghetti). This year it was pizza. More specifically, free pizza. I know this isn’t part of my cleanse, but I said screw it for a day and ate some pizza. Anyhow, as part of our Christmas eve rounds, we stopped in at our friend Toni’s holiday gathering at her grandmother’s house. A cousin of hers makes and distributes frozen gourmet pizzas. As with all the family, we were sent home with a couple. This was perfect, as when we went to pick up some food at the grocery store earlier in the day, it was already closed.
So, our plan was to stay in our PJ’s (aka, winter pants and tees), in bed, and do everything there. We woke up in the late afternoon to open our gifts.G got some coca-cola paraphernalia, a candle holder, money and gift cards from the fandamnily. From me, he received a Gorillapod. He’d been saying we needed a tripod, and I thought this would be perfect. You can wrap it around things, adjust the legs to be different heights, I even discovered I could stand it on my ass, if I needed to. Sadly, since the camera was on the tripod, we could not capture that moment for your viewing pleasure. Santa brought the kitties some treats, which Lucifer skeptically sniffed and swatted until he lost it and we had to get him another. Eventually it was ingested. Santa brought G some candy, a World of Warcraft Warlock patch, and the Batman handbook. That last item is awesome. If you’ve ever wanted to be Batman, this book will show you the way.
From the fam, I received a Wizard of Oz ornament (which was perfect, ’cause it was the one that was sold out when I went ornament shopping the next day), a couple of cute shirts, some moola and gift cards, and some jewelry. “The AV Geeks” got me a copy of Dazed and Confused. G said that he always feels like he gets things for me that are really for both of us, and since he doesn’t care for this movie, it was definitely for me. Hey, that’s fine with me! I shall happily watch it and laugh and laugh. I also reveived a membership to the Linkin Park fan club, complete with fangirl tee-shirt.Then I got to the peculiar package that had been intriguing me since I laid eyes one it. It was a collapsible cardboard box with handle, that G had carefully wrapped. Truly an amazing piece of wrapping there. The card said it was from G and his ‘rents. I opened it…there was a Zune!!! Whoooooohoooooo! I shall admit that I rolled my eyes when G first mentioned getting his. However, it is pretty freaking awesome. It won me over in a way the video iPod never could. I was bemoaning the fact that we couldn’t really afford to just up and buy me one…and lo and behold, i got it!!! G supplied me with pink marshmallow earbuds (the ones that come with the Zune are way too big for my ears. I can’t even get them in) that are pretty rad. They work like earplugs, you compress them, and they expand to fit inside your ears, and block out a lot of extra noise. He also got me a fuschia case for it. It looks a lot like a wallet, in fact it does have a place for me to keep some cards. he took it and got it set up and loaded for me, so I could play with it while he went to work that night. Santa gave me some CDs, which have since been loaded (yay!)
The rest of the day involved eating pizza, eating some cookies, watching The Muppet Christmas Carol and Love Actually…all in bed. Sadly, G had to leave for work around 11…bah! I meanwhile, Zuned myself to sleep.
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