Don't tell anyone but...

I think I almost overdosed on Timothy Gunn after watching far too many hours to admit, of Project Runway. I know! I just can't help it. I fell into a marathon of it yesterday, and oh, how I love marathon anythings, and it was like I rediscovered my love for the show. Even though I never really had a love for it in the first place. But, whatever.

I just think it's so cool and so neat-o that people can take yards of fabric and make it into clothes. Like clothes you can wear on your body! And it really makes me wish I was a fashion designer, even though I have non-existent style and about 95% of the clothes in my closet are old, pathetic, and most likely containing a hole or two. It's sad, but as much as I'd love owning a new and fabulous wardrobe, the thought of clothes shopping sparks a near fatal panic attack. Why can't I sit and have the clothes come to me? Too many options equals GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But yeah, Project Runway. Such a guilty pleasure right now. I'm three episodes deep into season 5 (courtesy of Project Free Tv ) and I don't think these designers are as good as previous casts. There's some old biker dude-lady who designs things you'd only find on the back streets of Daytona Beach (aka Home of Bike Week, or as it's more affectionately known "The Armpit of Florida"*) and there's this guy Suede (ho-ho! get what he did there?!), that can ONLY talk in third person. He's entirely creepy, and I half considered throwing my laptop across the room to just make him stop (that's clearly not true, I'd never throw you my love. Never.).

But um, hope everyone has a great New Year's and stuff. I just found out the Pharmacy is closed New Year's Day, so, things might just get craz to the ay! Or I'll just have a quiet intimate night with some friends...same thing.

*Thanks to Whitney for the best description of D-town EVER.

I don't wanna and you can't make me!!!

I go back to work tomorrow and I realllllllly don't want to go. Want to go for me?

Well I mean I'm not dreading it completely, it's just that my sister and brother in law just left tonight, and all the family/friends holiday festivities are over, and I have no time to try and get my life back in order before going back to work.

For instance:

Room? Small children could easily get lost in the pile of laundry I have on my floor and dirty dish mutants may or may not be living under my bed...too scared to check. I cleaned out my car today but now everything that was in there is in my room, and the project of cleaning this place has now tripled.

I have been living mostly in pajamas for the past three/four days because, it's Christmas Time and I can wear this all day if I want to dammit. No, YOU shower! So something like shaving, and wearing makeup might be needed ASAP.

Christmas has left me B R O K E and I have a few checks that need need need to be deposited but who wants to go to the bank on their way to work? That would mean waking up like ten minutes earlier! No thank you.

All my Christmas presents, with the exception of my Beautiful Laptop Which I Must Take Everywhere From Now On, are in a pile over at my mom's and have to be transported to this house and, gasp! put away in my room. I'll have no where to sleep in this place if this keeps up!

Urghpff.

Good Nite.

Spike. The suicidal beta fish.

At 7am this morning my sister burst into my room and said very loudly "Did the fish die?!"

I know what you're thinking, I too have heard that question asked one too many times. At 7am. While half asleep.

Then she told me he wasn't in his bowl, and that she even looked through the rocks at the bottom and couldn't find him. Rylee's fish Spike had vanished. Poof.

This was enough mystery to scrape me out of bed, so I joined her in the kitchen getting a spoon to look through the rocks once again, just to double check. A couple days before my sister told me he was digging through the rocks trying to bury himself, so I really thought he'd be down there, somewhere, but nope.

And then our conversation went something like this:

Jaffy: "Someone stole our fish!"

Jamie: "No one stole our fish."

Jaffy: "Someone STOLE our FISH!"

Jamie: "How could someone have stolen our fish, why would anyone steal our fish?"

Jaffy: "Well then where is he?"

"He's right THERE!" Suddenly I saw him laying just a few inches from my sisters feet. A helpless, shriveled, and most certainly dead, Spike.

We're not sure, but we think he jumped out of his bowl, flopped his way off our table, and then flopped away a few more feet. I think his first attempt at ending his life was trying to use the weight of the rocks to crush his body, but when that didn't work, he got desperate. How else do you explain it?

The worst part about this was that Spike was our replacement fish for Goldie, Rylee's first beloved beta. When we told her she had died, Rylee was more than a little upset. She sobbed, and sobbed, wanted to keep Goldie in a box in her room and after we told her no, we can't keep a dead fish in your room, she wanted a picture of them together and then a funeral. We buried Goldie in a box with a special note from Rylee and then put a pretty rock on top. On Christmas eve I caught her leaving presents on her grave site. So much love for one little fish.

Rylee's reaction was better this time, but there were still some crocodile tears to be shed. We tossed around the idea for a few other pets she could have, until finally we came up with the best idea for a pet EVER. A pet rock. They don't die! She loved the idea.

So Rylee and I found some rocks in the yard and painted them. Meet our new rock family.


How freggin cute are they? She put them in a "cage" with grass and a stick and kitty treats. Soon we'll teach them some tricks. You'll see.

Frannaversary and 100th post!

Five years ago, a couple pairs of best friends hung out together, drank and played cards, and laughed all night long. Since then it's been a tradition to get together on Christmas Eve's Eve and celebrate our Frannaversary. This year we went to St. Augustine for a little bar hopping and to look at all the pretty lights and homeless people. It was FUN.

Before we left, Pete preformed his traditional Pre-frannaversay ceremonial dance.



Pure Talent.

The first bar we went to was way too small and crowded so we moved on to another bar where Whitney showed how she can become a one man band.



At the end of the night we were walking back to our hotel and found 45 dollars in the street! How fantastic is that?! On the flip side some one was out 45 dollars, which sucks for them, but, it bought us free pizza, so who cares.

What? That's not mean, it was free pizza, hello!

Oh, and my blog turned 100 blog posts today. Feel free to bake her a cake.

Merry Christmas!

Just stopping in to say hello.....ON MY NEW LAP TOP! HOLLA!!

Christmas Kitty Bear

You love it.

He loved it. Mr. Hobbs sat there, just like that, for nearly ten minutes while my Mom and I took pictures. Work it! Work it!

Then he discovered the hat.

He shook it off, bit it, and ran away scornfully looking behind.

My wittle kitty bear love puppy.

It's disturbing how obsessed I am with this cat.

So, trying to steal my boyfriend are you? We'll see.

There's this girl. She wants my boyfriend. She's actually been trying for a while now, and so far I've been able to keep quiet; until now.

I'm telling you, she just won't give up.

She's short and has curly-ish hair, and I guess some people would consider her "cute" but, she's got the maturity level of a 6yr old.

She seems to think that if she tries long enough, she'll be able to persuade him, but sorry sweetie, THAT BOY IS MINE.

Want to see a her?

Here she is.

Okay fine, so maybe she's not just cute but adorable, whatever.

When Rylee first met Pete, the words out of her mouth were "Wow, I didn't know your voice was like that" and there suddenly was a sparkle in her eye and she was hooked.

All I ever hear from her is "When's Pete coming over? Where's Pete? Are you going to Pete's house?....can I come?"

She walks in my room and yells "It smells like Pete in here!"

Any time he comes over she screams PEEEEEEEETE and body slams him in one massive hug. Most of the time it takes myself and my sister to remove her. She sits on his lap when he snoods, looks up with loving eyes and says "Pee Pee (that's her pet name for him) you're my buddy, you smell like the mall".

Today she asked me "Is Pete your boyfriend?" and I told her yes, yes he was, and didn't she know that? And she says? "Oh, well guess what? He's MY boyfriend too".

Looks like I've got a little competition...

Exibit A:

Just one of our many rustic family Christmas trees.

I don't know if I was excited it was Christmas, or if I was just imitating the tree, because it looks like it's in the same pose behind me.

It's called "character" okay?

When I was little (I don't know if it was because my parents didn't want to spent the money, or because they just preferred it this way), we would cut down a tree for Christmas. I remember doing this, but only a couple of years, I think maybe because some years my Dad did it alone. I liked it actually. My Dad and I would jump in the canoe (we live on a marsh) and island hop until we found a suitable tree to hack down and take home. It wasn't until I was older that I realized, looking back at old pictures, that we had some funky ass trees.

Our trees were lopsided, they were dinky, and saggy, and old, but? I loved them.

This year I'm getting flash backs to those days because our tree this year? Let's just say Charlie Brown's tree got NOTHIN on us. We have our actual tree at my mom's and so my sister and I debated for a while on whether or not we should spend the 40 bucks and get our own. I guess we took too long to make a decision because when I came home today, there was a tiny "tree" on our steps. Our "tree" is actually a few branches off a cedar tree on our island my mom cut down and planted for us. But I say? It's perfect. I took a picture of it and sent it to my boyfriend who said it was, wait for it...wait for it...ghetto. Thanks. But we don't listen to him because he's actually a big terd that's disguised in human skin and a backwards hat.

Internet, meet our tree. Our non-ghetto, fabulous tree.

See? Cute.

So there.

Okay so it's actually a little ridiculous, but it makes me laugh and reminds me of being little and I like it, so it stays.

Notice the present under there? My niece went shopping in her room and filled that bag with some of her toys and nail stuff (I told her she could get me something for my nails as a present a couple of days ago). She pranced around so excited for about ten minutes singing "It's something that you waaaanted!"

She can stay too.

Remember...

...how I said I always want to change the look of this thing? Sure ya do, I mentioned that, and then started talking about this weird George Washington face growing on my sisters senior picture? Remember?

You don't?

LAME.

Moving on...

Well, basically I'm getting that itch to change things around once again, and although I used to spend hours upon hours working with HTML and customizing everything exactly to my liking, I have a life now currently don't quite feel like taking on a challenge that large.

And, I'm tired as crap because I spent the day at my Aunt's eating turkey, and you KNOW how much I love turkey, remember how I mentioned that??

You don't remember anything.

So yeah, the turkey has made me tired or something having to do with me being tired and not wanting to mess around with my blog.

So for now here it is, hopefully I'll be nerdy enough have enough motivation to customize it some day soon.

For now it's bed time...night folks!

I look like total ARSE right now, yippeee!

Hello, and welcome to my Saturday Wednesday. I'm in my first week of my new work schedule and so I have the day off today! Which makes it feel like a Saturday, but a really boring Saturday where you have nothing to do because it's actually a Wednesday.

I was freakin' TIRED last night after teaching my classes (still a horrible, unenthused teacher...oops!) and when I got home I showered, and then passed the F out without blow drying my hair.

So when I woke up this morning, I looked a little like this.

And that was pretty much my reaction too. Disgust. So know what I did about it? Made some coffee and sat down at the computer...aka nothing. I think I might just rock this look all day. Because it's my Wednesday off, and one can do such things on their Wednesday off. Didn't you know?

So plans for my day might now include hiding behind trees and jumping out at little school children and then... who knows! Making babies cry?

Maybe, if time allows.

So sick, of being sick.

I think I might finally be getting better, slightly better, but not totally better just yet. These past three days have been so sucky! This little virus-whatever totally kicked my ass and then laughed in my face as I curled in a ball of pain and begged it for mercy.

There was no mercy to be had however, oh no!

There was the constant headache, that despite the overdosing amount of Tylenol I took, would not subside. There was the faint feeling I had every time I stood up that made me feel like I was either going to throw up or pass out, or do both simultaneously. There was the earache, the soar throat, the runny nose, and the coughing and the wheezing that did nothing to shake that stubborn chest phlegm lose. And then of course, there was the need to sleep. It was like I wasn't tired at all, but my body wanted nothing more than to sleeeeeep. I slept all day Sunday, then somehow stayed awake long enough for Pete and I to watch a movie, then I slept the ENTIRE day yesterday, seriously only getting out of bed to either force feed, or bathe myself.

Today was better though, I actually stayed awake for most of it, but my nose has been running constantly and only today was I wise enough to have my mother buy me those extra special lotion tissues. Why I waited until today to use the special tissues, when I've been raping my nostrils with toilet paper for the past two days?? I'll never know.

I do however, know a few essential things that will get you through the worst of the worst sick days.

1. Lotion tissues. Do not wait until the last minute like stupid, stupid, me to buy them.

2. Lysol disinfectant spray. So you can hopefully save your loved ones from contamination. Also, so they won't get pissed off at you for getting them sick.

3. Lipton noodle soup. Lower the water amount, add some extra chicken bouillon, and enjoy.

4. A Slanket. Not to be confused with the Snuggie, as the Slanket makes you look bad ass and the Snuggie? Makes you look like a total wiener. Believe me. Also? The Slanket website has the best descriptions ever for their colors AND a portion of the profits goes to various charities. Check it out!

5. Hot tea. Preferably whatever my mom gave me tonight. That tea was awe-some! I'm not sure what kind it was though, so I can't really help you out, ask my mom.

6. Many, many, pillows and many, many blankets, for the many, many hours of sleep you'll have. I needed a pillow for my head, one on each side of my body and one for in between my knees. Also, fleece socks, fleece pants, and one over sized T-shirt you don't mind getting loads of snot on.

7. HOT showers, like scalding hot, showers. Don't even clean yourself, just stand there and let that glorious water wash over you. Ahhh.

8. One kitty cat to keep you company and who doesn't mind you rubbing your sick infested face all through his fuzzy wuzzy fur.

9. A remote control and cable television, preferable with access to on demand movies. Steel Magnolias? Yes Ma'am!

10. A mom that will take your temperature, check on you, bring you special tissues, soup, and make you hot tea.

Hopefully, you won't need these tips anytime soon, but if you do, remember them! They may just save your life.