Exciting news!

Ya know, I do like working at the Spa. It's a good job- if you don't have a lot of bills to pay. However, my last day there is Sunday.

Monday is my first day at the gas station. My first two days working there, I'll have 14 hours. I work at least three more days of the week after that. It'll be AWESOME.

I'll keep ya'll posted on how things go.

Merri Kurisumasu!

Soooo...for breakfast this morning, I had a bowl of cereal. Except there was barely an inch of milk in the carton and no clean spoons. You'd think I'd wash a spoon. Nope. I totally ate TWO bowls of cereal with a fork. And it worked by golly. My mood is much improved today- I woke up before my alarm and went into the living room to bounce on my mom who went back to sleep on the couch.

I gots stuff, and I will post pictures later. But for now I give you a list:

- Two water bottles
- Spongebob umbrella
- Earmuffs
- Purple satin sheets
- Monkey plushie that also works as speakers for MP3 players. It has shiney lights that are seizureriffic.
- Lotion, spray, and body wash from Bath and Body Works
- Cooking Mama for the DS :D

Merry Christmas?

So the family, me, and a whole bunch of my friends have decided that this year Christmas just doesn't feel like Christmas. Maybe it's because it's been a particularly stressful few months for the people I know. Maybe because it's unusually warm and there isn't any snow. Maybe it's because I've been in a [/wrists] mood for about a month and I dunno why. Who knows, really.

I hope this [insert holiday of your choice here] is better for ya'll. I look forward to presents, though :D And to those of you I'm getting gifts for...umm...it's going to be a little longer til I can get anything. I kind of still don't have enough money for bills. I can't even buy gas. Soooo it'll be more like...Valentines day when you get stuff...if I get a new job. Chances are, with everyone quiting, I'll be getting more hours at the spa. That's a good thing, I guess. I'm pretty sure, though, that one shouldn't feel anxious and afraid of going to work.

I'm gonna hush now that I've brought everyone down :D My job here is done. *scampers off*

Holiday Memory

Writer's Block from LJ: Share a Holiday memory.

One Christmas Eve when I was really little (maybe five years old?), I had a horrible case of Pink Eye. It seems like I got it a lot, but then I was generally sick a lot. For those of you who don't know- I have a REALLY REALLY BAD fear of things being near my eyes. This is funny seeing as I can actually poke (and move) my eyeball with my finger. Evenso, I have a phobia of being stabbed in the eye. So imagine my horror when I found out that Nana had to put a dropper near my eye. I didn't mind the actual liquid so much- that felt kind of neat- but I didn't trust her coming at me with the dropper itself. So there I was, in my jammies on the floor, sitting between Nana's feet while she held my head, and I started bawling my eyes out. I think Momma might have been trying to hold me too because at this point I was starting to fight back. Nothing seemed to work. So Nana, being the wise negotiator that she is, offered me the option of opening one of my presents early if I would sit still long enough, without screaming, for her to put drops in my eyes. Being the greedy bugger that I was, I went for the deal. I still cried, but at least I was still XD I still remember the present too. It was a white seal plushie and I still have it somewhere in my room.

After that, I was allowed to open a present every Christmas Eve. Until this year. I'm kind of refusing to do it simply because there isn't much under the tree and I like for Christmas morning to last as long as possible.

Writer's Block- Winter Memory

So on LJ they have these "Wrtier's Block" prompts every day. Today's was "Write a winter memory using all of the five senses." So I did this, though I didn't use a real memory, just kind of a winter scene....thing that I made up. Here ya go:

The cold air cut through my hooded sweater and poked at my bones as I walked down the sidewalk through town. I took in another breath and smiled softly at the scent of everyone's wood stoves burning at full capacity, watching the little puff of frost form as I exhaled. The sun had not quite gone down yet, but the ground had that eerie bright grey glow about it from the snow clouds above, and most of the people were already in their houses. It was the second day of the snow storm, and while not a lot of it had actually layed on our warm grounds, it was damn near impossible to go across the white mountains and into the next town for groceries. Now that our small stores had been ransacked of all their milk and bread, most people were content to sit in their living rooms. I, on the other hand, continued my walk. The only sound acompaning the "whoosh" of my long pantlegs dragging in the snow was the hush of frozen flakes landing on the newly salted road.

I hunched over with my hands in the front pocket of my hoodie as I crossed over the railroad tracks and kept an eye out for the evil chickens that lived on the camp ground. They didn't have enough sense to stay out of the cold weather, much like myself, however they wouldn't hesitate to chase me if I was within view. Luckily for me they must have been terrorizing some poor, defensless camper. Finally I came to the bridge that went over the French Broad. I walked out until I was standing somewhere near the middle of the water and looked out to see the waters winding through the mountains. The waters around the rocks and along the banks has already frozen over and snow was beginning to settle on the small ice islands. I brushed the snow off of the railing and leaned my elbows against it, not careing about the wet spots that formed on my sleeves, and simply watched the ice. The river smelled different during this time of year. During the summer it had a scent of decay- leaving the taste of something like swamp water on your mouth when you breathed. But when it snowed it seemed to wash that away and all you could smell was wood burning in the distance. I looked from side to side, just to be sure that I really was the only one out and about, and seeing that I was alone I stuck out my tongue and caught a few snowflakes.

Smiling, I put my hands back into my front pocket and headed home.

Paula Deen and Shiney Things

I got a package from Aarin today :3 It consisted of some tiny ornaments for our tree and my Christmas present which may or may not be a book. LOL inside jokes...

Anyway, yah, it's totally a book. :D It's called Paula Celebrates and yes, it's a Paula Deen cook book! *wiggles* If ya'll know me at all, then you know that I love me some Paula Deen. She's that wonderful combination of cook and story teller that most people only see in their own grandmothers. I think it's safe to say that this is pretty much a requirement if you're a Southern woman. The book is a good example of this as each set of menues comes with a story of why the recipes are important to her and memories of her family. It'll be a good read :3

Imagin my surprise when I told Nana that I had this book and she told me that Paula was being picketed! She couldn't remember why, so I looked it up. You can read the news story HERE if you want to. It's from a news station in Savannah, Georgia- where Paula Deen's restaurant The Lady and Sons is located.

Basically what had happened was, Paula is the celebrity spokesperson for a ham company here in NC. Apparently they are having some Union issues as the workers feel they're environment is crap. It may very well be, I dunno. The point is, because Paula Deen is the celebrity spokesperson, they're trying to use her to get to the company. She's refusing to help them, however, because she feels it is not her place to be involved in the negotiations as she doesn't know anything about running a Union. She's a cook- that's all she knows.

I'd just like to say- Go you, Paula! I will cherish my copy of your book and I hope things return to normal for you and your employees at The Lady and Sons.

I HAVE to share this quote with you

I'm gonna share a quote from Dead Beat with ya'll. Don't worry, there are no spoilers. In fact, I won't even tell you who Harry's talking to in this scene. Just know that the book is written from Harry's POV.

"'Race me back. Beat me there, and I'll tell you.'
I blinked. 'What kind of kindergarten crap is that?'
His grey eyes flashed with anger. 'You want to know what it's like? Beat me down the beach.'
'Of all the ridiculous, immature, nonsense,' I said. Then I hooked a foot around *****'s calf, shoved him down to the sand, and took off down the beach at a dead sprint."

Yah. That made me lawl SO HARD.

Christmas stuffs has begun!

I have our sad lil' tree up :D It needs more decorations, but all we have are either broken or too heavy for it's little branches. I'm actually tempted to take off all of the stuff and wrap around my extra set of lights, just to give it a little more zazz.

Yes. Zazz.

I need a trip to walmart...or a drugstore or something so I can get small, cheap things to put on the tree. The dollar store has some, but most of them are broken. I can't use those XD

Here's what I've done to the house so far:

Wow XD

So when I logged on to post on blogger today, I saw a little info bit about embedding YouTube videos. I LAWLED because the example they used was this guy. He's known for playing songs by making farty noises with his hands. The really funny thing is that he did a cover of Slot's song 2Wars (Dva Vaini, I think) and ya know, they're one of my favorite bands EVER. But seeing as they're from Russia and their cds haven't been released here, I can't buy their stuff. *woe* I'm listening to the new songs they've added on myspace and OMG!

In other news, I'm putting up the Christmas tree today. Or Yule tree. Depends on how you look at it lol. Anyway, this has require cleaning on my part. I know, it's scary, but I did it. So far I've done dishes (momma already had the washer loaded, so that wasn't much...), cleaned out one of the chairs in the living room (so now I've given up half my bed for my bag of clothes. GAWD I need my own place...), I also cleaned the stains off of said chair, fixed my door (that had nothing to do with the tree area, but I needed a better way of keeping the pets out of my room), and washed a load of clothes. I won't actually be able to get the tree up until I dry the clothes that I have in the wash now (the blanket for it is in there), so now I'm kind of wasting time. XD