So, I read Twilight. I know, I know. Everyone else on the planet has already read it. If you know me, then you know that I'm always late. I didn't read the Harry Potter series until last summer. Go, me.
Anyways, someone returned Twilight so I took it home and read it. And it was AWESOME! When I first heard about Twilight, I wasn't really into it. I mean, teenage girl meets vampire love story? Isn't that a little Buffy? And we all know how that turned out. Twice. But everyone was reading them and there was this big to do about the movie (which I didn't see, surprise!) and I caved. I started reading it on my supper break and let me tell you, the next four hours were pure hell. I mean, how can I work without knowing what is happening? I was good and didn't peak until I got home.
I really enjoyed this series. Although, I have to say that while I was reading it, I noticed that Bella has no self-preservation instincts at all. I'm sorry but seriously. Let us leave the strong vampires and set out to save our mother BY OURSELF.
I have just the last part of Breaking Dawn waiting for me to finish when I get off work. Oh, who am I kidding. I'll probably finish before I get home or at least get most of the way through. I also have two Redwall books waiting for me and Summer Knight, part 4 of the Dresden Files. I love the Dresden Files! I wish I would have paid more attention when it was on SciFi. I also need to watch Ironman tonight so I can take it back tomorrow and Netflix just sent me vol. 3 and 4 of Supernatural Season 2. And I'm still waiting for vol 5. I'm thinking I'm not going to get a lot done this weekend. ^_^
Laters.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
LIS: Library Investigative Service
Nerd Alert coming up!
I totally just had a spaz attack a few minutes ago. Guess where I shipped a book back to?
Quantico!!!!
Perhaps this is only awesome to me because a) I am a nerd, b) I've been watching enough CSI and NCIS to make your eyeballs bleed, c) Quantico!! and d) I really, really am a sad and lonely nerd.
As I was putting the thank you note in the book, I thought, Dude! What if they fingerprint this?! And it totally made my day. ^_^
Laters.
I totally just had a spaz attack a few minutes ago. Guess where I shipped a book back to?
Quantico!!!!
Perhaps this is only awesome to me because a) I am a nerd, b) I've been watching enough CSI and NCIS to make your eyeballs bleed, c) Quantico!! and d) I really, really am a sad and lonely nerd.
As I was putting the thank you note in the book, I thought, Dude! What if they fingerprint this?! And it totally made my day. ^_^
Laters.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
I Survived Thanksgiving
There were a few moments when I thought I wouldn't make it.
Such as:
Go me!
Such as:
- Sticking my hand inside of a chicken - disturbing
- Finding out that the innards of the chicken were not packaged in nice neat plastic bags - ick!
- Picking the chicken up by the wings and discovering that if felt like picking up a person - creepy
- Gravy, how you hate me
- Dishes, how I hate you
- Pumpkin pie. I followed the damn recipe, why did you taste horrible?!
- Kisa licked a hole in the meringue of the butterscotch pie.
- I placed a towel over both the butterscotch and pumpkin pie.
- Kisa stepped in the butterscotch pie and tried to lick it through the towel.
- She saw me coming, panicked and ran through not one but two pies.
- Much laughing ensued.
Go me!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Send help
Early this moring at 4:30am, my beloved laptop charger passed away. It was a faithful companion for over a year, charging my Baby every single day. Baby is lost without her charger. She has gone into mourning and will not even turn on to greet me. It breaks my heart to see her so quiet. Today I have sent away for a new charger that will hopefully be just as faithful and will bring some life back into Baby's screen.
:whimper:
Seriously, y'all. I cannot even begin to describe how much RAGE I am feeling at this moment. I am completely addicted to my computer. I am either on the Internet, writing or playing games. I shall be very cranky for the next few days. Plus it didn't help that the 2-day shipping (what? so I'm impatient. deal.) cost $2 less than the actual charger! I just went an entire day with no internet when it went all wonky and now this! Although, I'm pretty lucky that it happened AFTER I did my taxes last night. Otherwise? The rage would not be contained.
So now I'm trying to think of what I can do while I wait for the charger to get here. Everything revolves around the computer.
Oooh, let's do some online window shopping! Wait, no computer.
Who's that one guy that was on that one show? Hey, I'll look it up, but wait, no can do.
What were the dimensions of that bookcase that I was thinking of buying? Oh, I didn't write them down because I COULD SEE THEM ANYTIME ON THE INTERNET!
Yes, I have issues. We can only pray that the charger gets here soon. Because if it doesn't? Run for your lives, y'all. It's not going to be pretty.
:whimper:
Seriously, y'all. I cannot even begin to describe how much RAGE I am feeling at this moment. I am completely addicted to my computer. I am either on the Internet, writing or playing games. I shall be very cranky for the next few days. Plus it didn't help that the 2-day shipping (what? so I'm impatient. deal.) cost $2 less than the actual charger! I just went an entire day with no internet when it went all wonky and now this! Although, I'm pretty lucky that it happened AFTER I did my taxes last night. Otherwise? The rage would not be contained.
So now I'm trying to think of what I can do while I wait for the charger to get here. Everything revolves around the computer.
Oooh, let's do some online window shopping! Wait, no computer.
Who's that one guy that was on that one show? Hey, I'll look it up, but wait, no can do.
What were the dimensions of that bookcase that I was thinking of buying? Oh, I didn't write them down because I COULD SEE THEM ANYTIME ON THE INTERNET!
Yes, I have issues. We can only pray that the charger gets here soon. Because if it doesn't? Run for your lives, y'all. It's not going to be pretty.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Clean!
You know how your laundry sometimes gets sorta piled up? And you get into your closet to pick out something to wear to work the next day? Only there's nothing that's really left that wouldn't get you fired? Have you experienced this?
And then maybe you decide to do a load of laundry so you can go to work and not be fired only the washing machine seems a little loud to you. And when you ask yourself if the washing machine always sounded that way you have to be brutally honest and respond that it's been so long that you can't even remember what the washing machine sounds like.
And then it makes a sound that you know FOR SURE it's not supposed to make. Then you go and check and the agitator thingy? It's umm, not agitaty at all. Which means that you have a washer full of dripping clothes. At 3:30am. And you are so fired.
So, in order to not be fired, you make it like pioneers and wring ONE pair of pants, ONE sweater, TWO pairs of panties and ONE lonely sock that appeared outta nowhere. It is now obvious why people only used to own two sets of clothing. THE PAIN, OH THE PAIN! AND COLD! COLD, COLD, COLD! Then you put them in the dryer and say AMEN and give the dryer lots of love and shoot dirty looks at the mean washing machine. And then you go to bed. After you email your landlady to please send her husband to look at the washer. And you spend the whole day thinking that your washer will be fixed. Only you get home at midnight and umm, it's still broke. So you go to bed and seriously consider using a sick day or a fat day or a MY WASHER IS BROKE AND I HAVE NO CLEAN CLOTHES THAT WILL NOT GET ME FIRED UNLESS YOU LET ME LOOK LIKE A COLLEGE STUDENT FOR ONE DAY PEOPLE day.
And then at 11am (which to this night job person is like 4am) someone knocks on the door and freaks the hell out of your kittens and you stumble out thinking it's your landlord and you open the door and it is totally NOT your landlord and you consider freaking for a moment before you see the word APPLIANCE written on this strange person's jacket and decide that APPLIANCE is now your most favorite word. Ever. And strange APPLIANCE person comes in and fixes your washing machine as you stand there half asleep. Not really knowing what you are supposed to do when service people are in your home. Do you offer them tea and cookies? None of which you have. Do you hover? Do you get out of the way? Do you go back to bed? In the end, you shut up, lean against a wall five feet away and try not to slide down it.
And then strange service man is going and why are you going? Oh, stuff from your truck, okay. Wait! Don't leave the door open! Kittens! Curious, fast kittens! So then you have to scoop up your kittens and toss them into their room so they won't get out because strange service man was born in a barn and left both doors open. In winter. And then you have to have a heart attack because you can only find one kitten when there were plainly two kittens there previously. And you have the scratches to prove it. So you tear around the house looking for the kitten and just about the time you're ready to put on the boots and coat and head out into the snow, you check their room and they are both sitting there saying HI MAMA! WERE YOU LOOKING FOR EMME? So then you have to kill them, obviously. Oh, I kid. A little.
But then the washing machine is fixed and strange service man has left (closing both doors this time) and you stuff the washer full of clothes and go back to bed. The End.
And then maybe you decide to do a load of laundry so you can go to work and not be fired only the washing machine seems a little loud to you. And when you ask yourself if the washing machine always sounded that way you have to be brutally honest and respond that it's been so long that you can't even remember what the washing machine sounds like.
And then it makes a sound that you know FOR SURE it's not supposed to make. Then you go and check and the agitator thingy? It's umm, not agitaty at all. Which means that you have a washer full of dripping clothes. At 3:30am. And you are so fired.
So, in order to not be fired, you make it like pioneers and wring ONE pair of pants, ONE sweater, TWO pairs of panties and ONE lonely sock that appeared outta nowhere. It is now obvious why people only used to own two sets of clothing. THE PAIN, OH THE PAIN! AND COLD! COLD, COLD, COLD! Then you put them in the dryer and say AMEN and give the dryer lots of love and shoot dirty looks at the mean washing machine. And then you go to bed. After you email your landlady to please send her husband to look at the washer. And you spend the whole day thinking that your washer will be fixed. Only you get home at midnight and umm, it's still broke. So you go to bed and seriously consider using a sick day or a fat day or a MY WASHER IS BROKE AND I HAVE NO CLEAN CLOTHES THAT WILL NOT GET ME FIRED UNLESS YOU LET ME LOOK LIKE A COLLEGE STUDENT FOR ONE DAY PEOPLE day.
And then at 11am (which to this night job person is like 4am) someone knocks on the door and freaks the hell out of your kittens and you stumble out thinking it's your landlord and you open the door and it is totally NOT your landlord and you consider freaking for a moment before you see the word APPLIANCE written on this strange person's jacket and decide that APPLIANCE is now your most favorite word. Ever. And strange APPLIANCE person comes in and fixes your washing machine as you stand there half asleep. Not really knowing what you are supposed to do when service people are in your home. Do you offer them tea and cookies? None of which you have. Do you hover? Do you get out of the way? Do you go back to bed? In the end, you shut up, lean against a wall five feet away and try not to slide down it.
And then strange service man is going and why are you going? Oh, stuff from your truck, okay. Wait! Don't leave the door open! Kittens! Curious, fast kittens! So then you have to scoop up your kittens and toss them into their room so they won't get out because strange service man was born in a barn and left both doors open. In winter. And then you have to have a heart attack because you can only find one kitten when there were plainly two kittens there previously. And you have the scratches to prove it. So you tear around the house looking for the kitten and just about the time you're ready to put on the boots and coat and head out into the snow, you check their room and they are both sitting there saying HI MAMA! WERE YOU LOOKING FOR EMME? So then you have to kill them, obviously. Oh, I kid. A little.
But then the washing machine is fixed and strange service man has left (closing both doors this time) and you stuff the washer full of clothes and go back to bed. The End.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
One out of two?
Kelly is Gaelic for "Warrior Woman". No offense to my Irish forefathers and mothers and aunts and whatnot but in my case, they only got Woman right. So here I am, looking for that mysterious Warrior part of me. Will I ever find it? Who knows. Hopefully I'll have some fun looking for her. My fun these days? Going to WalMart. Please contain your excitement.
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