I was going to type a big, long post about how frustrated I get when people believe that non-religious people have no morals, but it is just not worth it. I don't care what you believe. Just don't use it to fuel hatred, oppression, or feelings of superiority.
Ok, we have 2 Christmas trees, which is as many as there are in our house. This recent tree came about because my grandpa had two trees, which was one too many, he decided. It is a very nice tree, 7.5 feet, so he didn't want to give it away. I somehow felt compelled to take it and put it up this year...Catholic guilt, you see. It never goes away, even after you stop attending Mass.
The new (to us tree), not only arrived in a large Sylvania television box in approximately 50 pieces but also is not pre-lit. Our other tree is 6 ft. and pre-lit. I was already realizing my horrible, guilt-induced mistake.
I put the tree up myself because Andy decided that he was going to get me a cell phone that actually works. I started out listening to Christmas music, all spirit-y, burning pine scented candles. Grandpa said that the letters had rubbed off of the individual limbs, but that it was simple to just work from the bottom. So I started putting branches up, up, up the tree, approximately 20 levels.
Except, I get to level 17, AND THERE ARE NO MORE BRANCHES. WTF, Grandpa? Well, what he meant by it was easy was that if a branch was too long, he just bent it in half, leaving 6 branches bent in half and looking like they were mangled beyond creation. These were actually the longest branches, meaning they went on the bottom, and all the other branches had to move up one level. Since the number of branches decreased the higher the level, there should be enough total branches. I started the process of taking all the branches off the tree one at a time and unfolding these mangled bottom branches. I switched to listening to house music because I had started crying while Josh Grobin was singing.
2 hours after I started, I had a tree that looked mostly like a normal tree, I was sweating profusely, and I swore that this tree is staying up until April and then getting thrown out.
Andy brought me home a new phone (yay!) and said the tree looked good (smart). We did the lights together. Over 100 ft. of lights later, we have our tree:
We use stuffed animals and toys so that our cats cannot break ornaments. The first Christmas we had Link and Luke, each morning every. single. ornament. was off the tree.
Been a while. Why do I always forget passwords? I blame all those random companies that have specific requirements for passwords that they don't tell you about when you log in. If I had known that the password had to have a capital and a punctuation mark, it would have narrowed down my options! I am not blaming Google, but I am blaming other companies for needlessly filling my brain with password information.
Well, you would think that I would be on this while I am off work, but that is not the case. Going back on Monday. It will be nice to get out of the house on a regular basis. <---I am capturing this for posterity. I know that I will not feel this way at approximately 9:05 a.m. on Monday.
Ok! Cuteness!
Red Panda at the Cincinnati Zoo. Picture is from this summer, but I was going through my pictures and could not resist the sleepy cuteness! Pretty much my favorite animal.
Also, I am suddenly all over Pinterest, which I blame on Ann
I am feeling more than a little shallow right now.
My mom found a savings bond for me that my (departed) aunt got for me right after I was born. I was curious how much it was worth, but then when I had it in my hand, I felt sad. I mean, I never really knew my aunt, but she got me this savings bond...maybe I should keep it? I was feeling very sentimental.
Then I found out that it is worth over a hundred dollars. I am sure she would have wanted me to spend it in Alaska. Linda, this is for you!
Went to see Inglourious Basterds last week. Quentin Tarantino rocks my world. Fucking wonderful movie. So many different levels, so many exquisite quotes. I might go see it again soon.
Seeing the riff of Plan 9 from Outer Space made me love MST3K all over again. Of course, the big question is, "Ed Wood, what were you thinking?"
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers might be better live?!? Totally unexpected.
Loving the colder weather, and I haven't even left the house today.
Liam Neeson is now both a citizen of both Ireland and America. I wonder what benefits this has. Would you get the best of both worlds?
I have been loving Rush recently. For some reason, I am really excited about listening to Rush and driving through Canada.
I hate that Andy has to work so much. I miss him...like now.
So on Wednesday we went to see Crosby, Stills and Nash at the Lawn at White River State Park. It was a really relaxing concert. Except for the drunk old man behind us, yelling at CSN to play their own music. They did several covers. I didn't know most of the songs, but we chilled out with some second hand pot smoke from the trying-to-be-cool-but-really-being-crazy-obvious teenagers in front of us. Plus, the weather was perfect. Excellent evening.
I have been reading Harry Potter fanfic, and it is amazing.
Have you ever met someone new and felt like you already knew them? It's strange. And it happened multiple times this week. Maybe I am just old and forgetting the people I already met. I did forget how old I was this week.
I am beginning to realize that I really like Disturbed. They are pretty amazing.
I am contemplating what to do today. Andy is at a race, and I am thinking I need to get out of the house. However, Luke begs to differ, it appears, as he is contentedly sleeping on my lap. Kitties love when we are using computers.
I cannot wait for Alaska.
Ok, this deserved its own post.
I had a POMEGRANATE TOOTSIE POP this week. OMG it was amazing. Yes, the caps were necessary.
Yumm.
I have been meaning to post about the 4th since it happened, but with all the MI shit going down at work, overtime has been eating my will to live. I only make full recovery on the weekend.
Independence Day was pretty much amazing. It rained for the first time in what I think must have been a long time. Stayed a little while at Grandpa's, took a nap, then headed up to Beth and Holtz's place. I am going to admit that I am always a little, "Eh." on fireworks. I think this is because my family buys lame fireworks that rarely go over 5ft in the air or make that horrendous screeching noise. But Bland...Bland knows how to pick fireworks. I must give him props for turning my view of the Great American 4th of July past-time. He put on a damn fine show. Only a few slight mishaps, but, hey, that is what the pond is for, right?
And for my favorite picture of the night
Subtitled Holtz: Harbinger of Destruction.
He didn't really foreshadow destruction, I just like any slight or somewhat stretched reason to use the work habringer. It's a good word.
I have been in Naperville for the past week training. Nothing earth shattering to learn, but at least I am away from the office for a while. I think I am going to head to the little downtown area in a few with a couple girls from my office. I am not sure why I want to do more shopping, because, damn, I tore up the outlet mall last night.
I watched the entire Pride and Prejudice (250min, 1980 - not Colin Firth) miniseries while I was here. I would have watched the colin Firth version, but, that is not on instant Netflix. I love instant Netflix. Anywho, I can really only deal with Jane Austen when I know what is going to happen...or when I read a version with zombies. I read Pride and Prjudice and Zombies while going to Phoenix. That is really the only thing that made it tolerable - the threat of zombies. Oh, and that Mr. Collins kills himself after he must behead Charlotte because she is becoming a zombie and that Mr. Wickham becomes a cripple in a "carriage accident" and shits himself all day while Lydia gets to clean it up. That is how it should have gone. I was disappointed that it was not in the real version. Oh! And Lizzy and Lady Catherine have a throw down, complete with swords and throwing stars. Awesome!
I liked the movie well enough, though. That Mr. Darcy was fabulous. I think the story is utterly romantic, but I wish Victorian society was not so prudish. I think Darcy and Lizzy getting it on would have been pretty hot - so much repressed sexual energy. Instead, I settled for them walking arm in arm. Whatever. People back in those days were having sex all the time - its just that no one talked about it.
Really, there is not a story that could not be helped by some characters having sex. This leads into a discussion that Andy and I were having before we left - Janeway is the worst captain ever. Picard totally would have taken it in the ass from Q if it meant getting his crew OUT OF THE FUCKING DELTA QUADRANT. Damn, bitch, stop being so selfish. Also, Q + Picard would be kind of hot...unless it was Q from when the actor had some sort of weird plastic surgery and his face was all malformed. He looked like a Janeway-Paris lizard baby. Freaky shit.
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