No blame of curse shall be placed on the owner who is faultless in all she does. (I jest. Perhaps. *shifty eyes*)
In a simple "getting to know you" move, I have been driving my new baby everywhere Visa is accepted. This has gotten me used to such things as dashboard light intensity levels, quirky dangly thing, and etcetera. However, nothing says good pals like friendly roughhousing and close escapes.
This means that in the past week I have already locked my keys, purse, and a psycho kitty inside it. I have broken all minor road laws through mishap and a logic that doesn't seem to be shared by many. I have crushed my thumb to the extent that I can't work for a week--or until the swelling goes down enough that I can bend the join without cursing the saints in the free states of Venus. Finally, have broken shocks by speeding in pothole alley while having many people curse my existence.
On the shiny side, window fixed, break light fixed, inside vacuumed to within an inch of carpet's life, voodoo dangly on mirror to help find parking spots, shocks bought, and aura cleansed through the power of loud music.
All in all, I'm going with clumsy friend. She's a wee bit like River, to be sure. But overall, a harmless-ish bed fellow.
Speaking of River, have made a few purchases on Think Geek. Map of Firefly space, zombie survival book, universal battery charger, and a pair of marshmallow guns. Fellow's birthday is coming up in a couple weeks and I have plans. Mwuhahahahhahahaha. ^__^
Bought a folding bike from a work friend. Unlike the one at Canadian Tire and etcetera, this one doesn't look like a scooter. Can be loaded in car or tucked (hopefully) onto public transit for a good time in the forest. I am really becoming addicted to said good times in forest.
Trip to BC, Washington, and Yellowstone in one month. When we get back, Fellow is getting a kitten. 32 of them under 3 months at humane society right now. Am looking forward to Beemer getting a dose of his own medicine. I can imagine walking in the front door one day and seeing him flee followed closely by a skittering ball of fur. As long as kitten does not go into a box and bring out Beemer's inner insane Tiger, it'll live to adulthood, of this I'm sure.
We bought Wii Fit, xBox 360, and RockBand 2. He added Assassin's Creed and Prince of Persia. Love the dialog in Prince of Persia. The freedom of the two games is pretty wicked. But I tend to get overly stressed and curse these men to infinity and beyond. Not the purpose of a game in my mind, so I watch, cheer, but don't partake.
I'm slowing down how many shifts I pick up at work. Evenings and weekends, sure. But with all but two theaters closed for Surgeon vacations, it's pretty damn boring at full staff. So I'm finally breathing. I've been doing night/weekend classes for a solid year. Since July. I'm taking a break. No school. Two days of work a week. And I'm finally buying those things I wouldn't let myself get before. I didn't get into school, so I've got another year to save up. Gotta live.
Catching up with friends. Dancing. Cooking (mmm, spring rolls). Reading. Playing. Trying new sports.
Life is good right now and it looks like it's only going to get better. This is the time to look around and appreciate, not when I'm sitting on my rocker.
To all my friends who read this, I hope you're having a blast.
And to the ones I see often, I'll make sure you're having a blast.
Love to you all!
- Current Mood Swing:
amused
Thank/harrass
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koosei for this one!YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 36 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... You're on my list, so I want to know you better!
BE HONEST! COPY FROM HERE THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT THEN, REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS.
1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A. Yes
2) What was your dream growing up?
A. Saving the world one fuzzy creature at a time
3) What talent do you wish you had?
A. The ability to say just the right thing to make people feel good
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A. Fruit smoothy
5) Favorite vegetable?
A. broccoli
6) What was the last book you read?
A. Thomas Neilson Guide ot Chemistry 20-30 (Yes, cover to cover, including appendix)
7) What zodiac sign are you?
A. Libra
8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A. Standard ear piercings, although the right one keeps closing up to the point where I repierce it if I want to wear something.
9) Worst Habit?
A. Biting the skin around my nails (because I was trying to stop biting my nails. Succeeded unfortunately
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A. Of course. Because now I have a car. ^_^
11) What is your favorite sport?
A. Slow-pitch
12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A. Depends on the moon. usually optomistic
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A. Sit on the floor and chat.
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A. Playing dominos with my nanny while she did crack.
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A. I idolize ass-kicking, boot stomping, smexy looking women
16) Do you have any pets?
A. A cat and a few wasps (though I don't intentiionally play with the latter)
17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
A. I'd offer you food, chat, then pull out some entertainment
18) What was your first impression of me?
A. AHHHHHH! She's running at me!! *is glomped*
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A. Neither. Depressing or talented.
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A. Femme Fatale figure instead of the Donna Mama
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A. Both. So I can both have fun and tell you I told you so. =p
22) What color eyes do you have?
A. Hazel. Mostly brown with blue and gold spots and a green outer ring that takes over my eyes when I cry.
23) Ever been arrested?
A. No, but I have ridden in the back of a cruiser several times and given a police statement
24) Bottle or can soda?
A. Ick to both. Bubbly feeling in my mouth is quite disconcerting
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A. A trip for two around the world
27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A. My home and haven
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A. Of course
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A. research, movies, reading
30) Do you swear a lot?
A. Recently, yes. I blame the movies I'm watching. ~_^
31) Biggest pet peeve?
A. Lies and false people in general. People getting away with it in particular.
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A. Improving
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A. The small, everyday romances more than the large.
35) Do you believe in God?
A. I believe in something, though some days I' not sure what. I do send thanks to someone
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
A. Just did.
- Current Mood Swing:
dorky
Girl's first car!
A $500 1994 Nissan Altima with enough kilometres on it to drive me to the moon and back. 269k. More than I wrote with both NaNo's combines.
Bought it from a friend of a friend. Love how that works.
It's as silver as the moon and twice as shiny. The back passenger triangle window is gone and all the rust is on that same door, so I'm probably going to not fix the window and get a new door at Pick Your Park. Course, that's saying they have the same color. I'm just vain enough to not want ot ride the Rainbow Mobile. Like Dresden's Bug, I don't want something names Blue that doesn't have blue.
Engine is sound. Shocks will need work in a year or so. Woofers and a sound system that is almost as much as the car. Rammstien in the CD player. And a box worth of dirty tissues in the door pocket. After the insurance and registration stuff was done, I drove it home and worked on steralizing the manfunk.
Still have to get a mechanic to inspect it for the insurance company's peace of mind.
But I have a car!
Now to work on how to drive it. Then if all goes well, I'm driving it to Vancouver, Victoria, Seattle, and Yellowstone in July.
^_____^
- Current Mood Swing:
accomplished
He tried to climb a mountain on the spur of the moment. DOn't think he realized how high it was. That's not grass on the top buddy boy.
Camped in Jasper. Ate at the Family restaurant. Drove down to Banff. Made lots of spontainous off trail hiking. Arrived in town of Banff. Fled in terror from traffic. Took 2 hours. TO flee, that is. Went to Canmoore. Cuddled up in an inn. We were the only people there. A little creepy on a May Long weekend, but we made it out alive and none the worse for wear.
Everyone at worked chickened out on the Zoo trip due to a wee bit of snow. Except for poor little J who got stranded. So we picked her up, dragged her through the zoo in her sopping wet jacket. Had fun squeeing at all the little fuzzies. Pissed a hippo off. Got even wetter.
Drove up. Fell asleep. Listen to only 500 of the 2000 songs on my ipod. 12 hours of driving at the least. 14 would be a better guess.
Fellow's been dragging me (not so reluctantly) to the Humane Society to play with the cats and dogs. I've tried to take home no fewer than 4 dogs and 7 cats, but he keeps putting them back saying they're "not quite right". He's looking for a kitten I think. But I can't help. He'll "know it when he sees it". Yeesh. Now we're looking at our July/August trip and I think he's decided to wait until September. YOU CAN'T SHOW ME THE FUZZIES AND WALK AWAY!!! THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!!!!
Went to Fellow's convocation yesterday. Damn he looked hot. Got a bit of the goatee, just enough to make a dashing figure. I swear he's getting more out of my legue by the day. Then again I wasn't looking so bad myself. But . . . damn, he looked good. Think James Bond. Young James. Didn't hurt that he was wearing the cologne that has a Pavlov effect on me. (Yes, I begin to drool.) He doesn't look at all like the man I met two years ago.
He has a Masters degree and had the nerve to say he felt he had done nothing with his life. Ha! After all the inspirational speeches he changed his mind. Said he finally thought he deserved an xbox 360. Got the Prince of Persia to start off with. Of course what happende to b right next to it? Sims 3. I was unable to resist and now it is in my clutches and I'm making a family of Circus freaks and yay! Except for the part where my Chem exams aren't done yet.
Oops.
Pap birthday today. And a free hot pack massage today. Fellow gets a cold pack treatment. Told our friend not to return him blue. ^____^
- Current Mood Swing:
content
So despite my best efforts, the trip got a bit of planning injected into it.
Camping at Jasper National Park tomorrow.
Romantic Inn on the mountainside near Canmore Sunday.
Calgary Zoo with a few coworker friends on monday.
Camera ready to go.
Solar charging apparatus packed.
Later, my lovies!
- Current Mood Swing:
chipper
For the last 2 years my life has been running on a strict schedule. The urge to break free was too much and after I very nearly bought tickets to Malaysia on a plane leaving in 24 hours, I managed to convince myself that hopping in a car and driving somewhere would be the wiser course.
So May Long weekend (Victoria's birthday) Felow and I are packing up and heading out. He wants to go to BC where he has an uncle. I want to hit the states. So with us taking turns, we'll probably go to Washington via the mountains. (Fellow has yet to see mountains or ocean.) Then again, maybe Alaska. Who knows? I'll tell you when I get back.
The only thing we know is that we shall be at the Calgary zoo Monday. Maybe.
Okay, so that was simply a suggestion.
Maybe we'll find a hot spring a tuck in for the time.
*shrug*
Camping? Motel hopping? Backseat of the car?
Not a single thing is gaurenteed.
^__^
It's pretty much how dad and I travel together. Enjoying the journey without getting too worked up about the destination.
- Current Mood Swing:
impressed
Duuuuuuuude!! I saw his butt!
Ahem *blush*
Right, so there was a sizeable line up to get into the theatre. I vetoed waiting around and went to the top of the escalators for the Dragon Fire show, then dragged Fellow out and about for ice cream. Content and sugared up, we made our way back to the movie theatre, walked right into the show . . . and nearly had a heart attack. The place was FULL! No room for two people who wanted to sit together unless we sat on the stairs. The previews started and we were still looking for a seat. Finally Fellow spotted 5 empty seats in the veeeeeerrrrry first row. I have never sat that close to a movie in my life. It was like I was sitting on the actor's chest for the whole thing. (And considering the actor, you can understand how I am not complaining. =p)
The screen was large enough that we had to keep our heads constantly panning left and right in order to see it all. Hillarious considering half an hour earlier Fellow had been complaining about a 52 inch TV being too small to appreciate action flicks. ^__^ (I now have a ridiculous movie watching set up in the living room. Probably have mentioned this before? Quite an improvement over my laptop.)
Fun thing about watching movies with 100 other people, there is always someone who says what they are thinking out loud.
*blurred image of a woman appears behind Wolverine* "You BITCH!" says Random Pissed Off Lady.
At several points my brain went into Fangirl over drive, then promptly squeed itself into hyper silence.
" . . . in New Orleans . . . "
Me: *grabs Fellow and tries jumping into the screen* GAMBIT!!! It's Gambit!
And it didn't stop when we got home.
Fellow: *confused* So, what's Gambit's power? Pink electricity?
Me: *rambles on at 100mph then drags Fellow to office to wiki it* See? And the origins of Origins are not only Origins! See? See? *shows convoluted summery of 50 years of x-men*
Fellow: Think I'm going to stick to the movies. Very straight forward. but now that I know more, let's watch X-Men from the beginning.
Me: YAY!!! *runs to overstuffed movie shelf*
And that's what I thought. What, you say I never actually said what I thought? Sheesh. It was awesome and I can't wait till I can watch it again.
The only thing that was against it was the minor detail of me being unable to hide my delight of various males. Not just the main meal of the night, but Deadpool pre-ick and of course Gambit.
Num num. Dangerous rogues, all of them. ~_^ . Don't think I offended Fellow overly much. Or if I did, I like to think I've since made up for it.
<3
- Current Mood Swing:
excited
And now I'm done. Swear! For now.
The interview went bloody fantastic. All I can say is that I was wonderful and witty and having fun. There was role play! I mean, how many interviews do you go to where the interviewer plays pretend with you and expects you to get right in the role dammit, and let's forget your name! I had an argument with one of them about Credit Card Health Care and discussed Hamburger Teens to no end with another. 10 interviewers. Only one didn't go so well. She was very mellow and treated it like any other interview instead of the Getting-To-Know-Your-Metal thing that the others treated it as. If getting into the program was based on this alone, I wouldn't be cocky in saying I was in. I felt like they were already friends and family. (Another brother to adopt! Hurrah!) But it's a point system. Points on grades, points on essay, points on interview. All told, out of the hundreds, 50 get in. "Like winning the lottery." Well let's see what the lottery holds.
Speakin of Lotto, I splurged on that Full House Lotto. $100. >.> <.< >.< Yeah . . . . 1 in 15 chance of winning at the very least your money back, even forgetting the house/car/money/trip bundles. Who needs a glass staircase, right? *sits on hands* And 5 TVs in one room, surely a bit much. *twitches in excitement* Nope, not for me. Fancy car that I would probably crash. Bah. *taps toes*
Anyway . . . Think I'm tramatizing my cat. He sees water bottles and flees in terror. Perhaps too much spraying? Oi, silly furball. He is currently belly up on the clean clothes pile I was sorting through before I had the insane urge to write a thank you letter. Luckily I didn't send it and went here instead.
Reading Recomendation: even if you are not into comics and think men running around in tights is the stupidest idea in the world, check out Joss Whedon's versions.
Astonishing X-Men. Emma Frost is leading the team, Kitty is keeping her eye on the treacherous seducer, Jean is gone, Wolverine loves his beer. What else is there? (Love to Wolverine, that Albertan Canadian man of hairy manliness.) Joss adds his hilarious one liners and stories that hit the heart of the matter--with a twist.
There is also Runaways. A group of teens who discover their parents are evil Super Villains and have to decide which side of the line they stand on. Not all written by Joss, but damned good for all that. Dead End Kids was particularly good. (At least I think that was the last one I read. I've been blazing through these with passion.) Time travel, pretty clothes, married 12 year olds, screaming men locked in their heads forever seeing the future and unable to do anything about it because the show must go on. Awesome stuff. Torture yourself in order to grow. Baby, that is all that.
And that's all the clean stuff I've read these last couple weeks. See y'all later!
- Current Mood Swing:
full
But anger . . . wow.
Goof in kung fu tried an uppercut while we were problem solving. Normally I get irritated with myself for not blocking such things fast enough. But this time the pain went to my fist and whispered "lose control". Licked the blood off my lip and did not do anything regretable, but for cripes sake that was close.
I've got an interview for NAIT this Friday. Meeps.
Work is far from thrilled. But then again, they dropped the bowel and I cleaned it up. Pretty sure they were planning on sabotaging me by not giving me the day off I need, but went straight to upper managment.
Shame. There's a guy here I want to adopt as a brother. He visited me often in my Recovery Asylum. We watched Madicascar Escape to Africa 7 times and never saw the ending. Not romantic or anything. 1) we're both taken. he's married, I'm probably-never-getting-married-but-deepl
- Current Mood Swing:
cranky
- Current Mood Swing:
Needing
( happy prattling )
Gotta head to work now. On evenings and night call for the all of Spring break.
Fellow got quite pissed with me the first night of it. I tried walking the 15 blocks home. He picked me up halfway there, screeching tires, shaking hands, rage in his eyes. he has still never yelled at me, but damn, he was close. I didn't think it was that big a deal, but that made his fury all that much worse. I am no longer allowed (stupid word) to walk alone downtown at midnight. Nor around midnight. nor when it is dark. Nor downtown at all soon enough, I'm sure.
I have promised I will cab home if I can't get a ride. Course I didn't say I wouldn't walk to a closer location before cabbing. It's really hard for me to take it seriously, but he was . . . not happy at my lack of concern for my safety.
*sigh* It's like when I tried convincing my dad I could walk around off strip Vegas by myself. Bah.
Anywho, work time now.
<3
See you all onine very very soon. ^___^
- Radio Prophet:Bob Marley-Legends
Ahhhh!!!
I thought I had a month to move!
I thought moving to a next door apartment on the same floor would be easier.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!
My month turned into 2 Fridays and half a Sunday. The apartment-next-door concept eliminated stairs, but also removed the organized boxes that keep your stuff together until you have time to put it away neatly.
I started off well, an organized pile of Mum's stuff in my livingroom. The neatly put together office area in the new second bedroom. Half of all closet space left empty for Fellow's stuff. Then came the "helpers" and the panic as I realized above mentioned schedule.
Now I grab a bin, chuck whatever I can find into it, run the overflowing thing over to my soon to be residence, dump it into the centre of the "office" and run back. At one point the "helpers" boxed me in while I was filling afore mentioned basket. Two of them moving things to my old place. One of me moving things out.
Three people cooking three meals on one stove. Not the reciepe for happiness and serenity.
Three more days of my second to last class. Then a two week break. Hurrah! I am still clawing my "day off" from the rest of the week because gorramit, I go bonkers without my book and kitty cuddle time. Not going to happen for a few weeks. My day off is run, dump, run, dump, run, unscrewliftslidedumprun . . .
This Friday Fellow is getting his brothers to help him move his things to mum's place. And so the bedroom must be switched while they are loading the truck. So Mum and I will bring her bedroom to my bedroom while they take his things to the bedroom and then take my bedroom from the living room and put it in the bedroom.
And we still haven't decided who is going to lose a couch.
0.o
WHO THUNK THIS PLAN UP! I GO KILL YOU NOW YOU LOWLY SCUMBAL!!
Wait . . . that would be me.
At least I managed to finish my homework while at work today.
And went to see some friends after class yesterday. Had bubble tea. That was nice. Mm, avacado bubble tea.
*pulls self from happy place*
Must simply remind self that though stressful now, will soon be laughing about it as am sipping smoothies on new balcony while BAR-B-Q cooks corn and Fellow's meat, friends laughing at video game maneuvers in livingroom, Beemer teaching new kitten best way to make pitiful meaows and Mum stopping by with some sheppards pie.
Soon. Soon.
Don't think I shall be able to stop myself from the libraries sale next weekend. So at some point will take a break and bring home a box of books. Am making a list now. Think shall buy 50 or so. No word of a lie.
Love to you all,
May ice and heat not ruin your day!
- Current Mood Swing:
busy
What is she yakking on about today? That selfish girl who expects us to read her journal though she "says" she has no "time" or "internet" to read "ours"??
Fellow and I are moving in together. Most likely we shall be moving in to my mother's 2 bedroom apartment on April Fools day. Mum shall be moving in to my 1 bedroom. That is, if PMS doesn't drive us both insane again ans she takes the offer back. Which would be unfortunate as Fellow must most by the end of March and my place is too small for two.
Moving on April Fools day. I fly on friday the 13th. What do I have to be scared of? Milk.
Glarg.
Cancer Kids tournament is May 23. Rapier or do heavyweight fighting in period costume for the child who chose you as your champion. Book all about it. Tons of big wigs. Period costumes . . . Did I mention the period costumes? Very fun shindig . . . and I have school. *cries* I got shivers when they were telling us about it. Wanted to skip it. But teacher says is exam day. CAN'T skip. Not this close. It's the first annual. Maybe I'll still go and help, just not fight. And then when the second annual comes . . . if we haven't moved . . . I shall fight for the child who decides I am fit to be his or her champion.
*raises fist in cheer*
And that has taken up my entire break.
I am sending out thoughts of peace and love to all of those friends whose journals I will be catching up on when I have internets. Which Fellow wants as soon as we have our place. ^_^ Expect responses from post months and months back!
- Current Mood Swing: content
Pap and I counted 37 brides in Vegas on Valentine's Day. We were not counting bridal parties. Only people in white with veils and bouquets. The obvous ones.
At one point, we saw a couple emerge from the chapel and cross the hallway to the buffet. Because that's what you do in Vegas.
You eat, watch shows, lose money.
A very simple place =p
We saw two shows, Excaliber's Tournament of Kings. Hunky kings on horseback, dancing wenches, eating with your fingers. A singing midget. That about sums it up. Quite fun.
Our second show was the Cirque du Solei's KA. That is a lot harder to sum up. It is one of the few Cirque shows to have a story line. Imperial twins. Floating stage. Lots of epic music. Revolving stage. Martial arts from around hte world set to music. Did I mention the music?
The "cultures" were a fabulous blend of . . . well . . .everything.
Men in thongs with tattoos. Stick wars! Storm. Drums. Flying. Fire. Blinded.
AWESOMNESS!!!
We were sitting on the second row. I thought we'd be seeing a lot of feet, but we were spectacularly placed. The boat nearly hit us, the costumes touched us. I could reach my arm out and touch the actors. We could hear them whispering to themselves in the made up language.
There were of course acrobatics that defy the body and mind. That's to be expected.
What was not expected was rain. Rain in Vegas. Turned it into the coldest weekend of February. Luckily there are pathways that connect everything. Went to the Rainforest cafe. LOVE that place.
Not many pictures until the last day because we were so busy just DOING.
Then we came back.
Isn't that always the way it goes?
We came back and I got sick and turned into a coughing mama's girl. Made myself garlic, onion, chive, curry, egg, chili powder soup. Basically tossed in anything that I had heard was helpful.
Only thing that bugs me. Pap was quite lost in thought the whole trip. Think he's going to be fired soon. But he said that if he is, he'll move to Alaska for a bit. Not sure how that will work. We'll see.
Wait, I lied, one more thing that bugged me. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere by myself unsuppervised. Fellow said if I do, he'd be the first to beat me. Pap objected to that, saying HE should be the first. They finally agreed that Pap would be first, but Fellow would be longest. Nothing like the thought of spanking to build male bonding, eh?
Sheesh.
Hope your weekend goes well. I'm going to sleep the whole time.
Merry Christmas, huh?
Library says that I have 8 minutes to blast out my current events . . . so here we go.
Leaving for Vegas Friday the 13. This friday. Plane leaves at 645 so fellow and I are waking at 3am. Pap will meet us down there and we'll join up with Fellow's brother and sister-in-law for a night of ravishing entertainment.
We're staying at the Lux. Pap's staying at Excaliber.
Brother-in-law-ish and company are going to see Love: the Beatles. Fellow and I are watching Cirque du solei: KA
Buffet at the Wynn. I'm not legal enough for fun stuff. (Oops, did I say that)
5 minutes left1
Indian friends scandalized my father is paying for the hotel room my Fellow and I will be sharing. Alone.
Just came back froma student for a day program at NAIT. Applying for Resiratoy Therapy.
Keyboard has lettres scrapped mostly off, but for a girl who is guessing, I think I'm doing well.
Went shooting again with Shell. Took mum along. She is confused by Indian food. Mum, not shell.
Beemer taken to biting my various body parts while I am sleeping. No idea why.
Went to a Ren fest type afair. Dress up in medieval clothing, wrtcettera. FUN! Got back in touch with some friends.
Went ot fencing. Not modern fencing. Rapier. Asked if I wanted to do heavy combat. Huge bear like men smacking each other with clubs. I declined for the moment. Shall stick to point shiny things.
And that all the internet time I have folks.
LOVE!!
- Current Mood Swing:
ecstatic
Life is not on a pricarious tip. I have a home. A genuine home.
A lot has happened. Think a year in review is needed, but I'll do it this weekend.
Work is fabulous. We were learning the Salsa in one of the Theatres today. Singing Carols over the intercom all last week.
I'm giving Fellow a couple of empty boxes. One box cannot be opened as it is filled with some of the best things in life--none of which can be seen, then wrapped in hugs. The second box looks like a traditional present with a lable that says "Sharing the best gift I ever was given". Inside there are stars and a mirror.
And no the gift was not the mirror. =p
So what are some of the best gifts you guys are given or have recieved this Christmas? Or in all your Christmases? Maybe a rumor of a realy spectacular present?
- Current Mood Swing:
bouncy
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Paper Planes by MIA came on the radio and it reminded me of my ex-kung-fuing friend who introduced me to the song. Nostalgic moment as I recalled our imaginary shooting and kareoke style singing in the kung-fu coat room. I hadn't seens said friend in a while, her being busy crashing armored security trucks, me being busy smashing my brain against text books, etcetera. So I asked her to go to the shooting range with me.
It's been on my todo list for a long time. Now it is done.
Pheonix Gun Range was fabulous and the man who helped us was unbeatable. He didn't make me feel like an idiot. Praised me when I shot well. Grabbed my arm and chastised me when I nearly blew my fingers off, then wigled his eyebrows and made me laugh. In the hostage situation, I didn't hit the hostage (a must) and killed the attacker dead till I was empty.
The semi-automatic is frightengly easy to use. It's made to be easy. Still. My first 16 bullets were all killing shots. That's, my first 16 shots EVER. With 10 yards distance. Then I tried the chamber shotting one. Didn't like it at all. Sure, it looks cool, but aiming it is a bitch. Aim it perfectly and the damn thing kicks you sideways. At least I stayed on the paper.
So after we were out of bullets, but before we could give in to the impulse to get more, we went to the Indian restaurant next door. Never had Indian food, I am ashamed to say. Nummy nummy. ^___^
There's a giant banquet hall. Ceiling is wall to wall changeliers. Seats 800. Dancing floor. Bar lounge complete with black leather couches and fireplace. Concert sized bathrooms with showers. Thrones made of red velvet hearts.
Shell and I looked at each other and started babbling about the fabulous wedding we would have here. Forget the men, they wouldn't be able to fully enjoy such a party. We would be two beautiful brides, etcetera, etcetera. Ever the businesswoman, our guide decided yes, we were right. Would we like the grande tour? Oh hells yes!
So now I have a flexible monthly shooting and Indian Food date with Shell. There were a few really pretty pieces we wanted to try. ~_^
Hmm. $50 every time. To get a bit more practice in, I'm going to ask Fellow's father if he can show me a few things with his own guns.
Me: Think he's mind?
Fellow: He'd start skipping around like looney bird, bragging to all his friends. Just a warning though, he might try to teach you how to throw knives.
Me: Really?! *eyes shining in excitement*
I'll be joining him in the hipity hoppity dance.
- Current Mood Swing:
hopeful
Phenomenal Girl 5 is here!!
Off to Taboo now. Two years of wondering what the heck it was, and now am finally going. Still not sure what it is. Ah well.
And in other news: I hate math.
- Current Mood Swing:
satisfied
( Cry Baby! )
Having nightmares again. There was a period where they were gone, but now I'm having them as vividly as ever. Beemer has figured out that mummy making sounds in her sleep is not an invitation for pettings.
Me: mmphrmle. Bwuahoo.
Beemer: *imploring mreeoooowwww* You're up? Finally! Pet me, Goddamnit!! *paws mummy's nearest fleshy bit*
Me: *screams and flails wildly*
Beemer: Mroooooooooowwwwwwwww! *flees* Mummy's gone berserk!!!
Fellow: Nnnurglnooo. No grflmurg. *rolls over and flops arm* Mah sword over there.
Just like that. *nodnod*
Oooookay. Some good news!
I am going to Las Vegas for Valentine's Day. Rather, I am going to Vegas for Dude's sister-in-law's 40th birthfest, which happens to be Valentine's Day weekend. Friday Feb 13th to Monday 16th. Yes, I am getting on a plane Friday the thirteenth. Figure rates will be cheap. ~_^
My dad is going to try to meet us there as well.
Fellow's Sissy wants to go see Zumanity, the Cirque du Solei show about human sensuality. It is watched on a sofa made for two. It is the most expensive show I will have ever experiences. And I want to be close enoguh to see ever bit of fur on that Satyrs oiled chest. . . . I mean, enjoy cuddling in public . . . while looking at nearly naked people. Wait . . . I mean . . . Oh hell, I mean I am going to have a lot of fun.
Last time I was in vegas, I was 11. I hear it's more fun when you're older
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A Few Words of Explanation . . .
Opalescence is my mask, Libra is my sign, music is my prophet, reading is my sanity, writing is my insanity. The rest is just froth on my Chai . . .
Slouch back, relax, and imagine this is all a fanciful story full of unicorn and aliens, for I often decided to make it just that. If you choose to see beyond the mirrors, that is your choice.
Slouch back, relax, and imagine this is all a fanciful story full of unicorn and aliens, for I often decided to make it just that. If you choose to see beyond the mirrors, that is your choice.