Feel kinda accomplished. I managed to get a decent chunk of presents wrapped. Still have a few left to do tomorrow. Gracefull me though managed to slice open the web of my hand before I even stated wrapping.

Do you know how hard it is to wrap when your bandaid keeps falling off?

..

Went shopping with my brother as well today. Returned the two dog coats that I bought that didn't fit. (He's so damn fat.) All he has left to get is something for our cousin. And then, thank god, we're all done but the crying.

Ugh. Remind me again why I'm such a nice person? Worked 5 hours overtime on Thursday
(after doing an eight hour day, then leaving to take a final, and then coming back), And then came in for 4 & 1/2 on Friday.

Oh yeah, the paycheck that's going straight toward bills and paying back my mother for getting presents for me so I actually had things to give people this year.

Then again, I can't bitch to much. I offered to come in, I wasn't asked.

..

Managed to fuck up my back at work today. I was shifting boxes in the back hallway, and caught one that was aiming for my head, and something... twinged between my shoulder blades.

Moving my arms has been an exercise in limited mobility all day. It doesn't hurt, persay, but it doesn't tickle either.

..

First day completely off in MONTHS tomorrow. I don't count days where I skivved class or work, because had I gone/not been sick, then they wouldn't count. This? Is an honest to god day off.

*digs for her phone, and turns off the alarm*

First person that tries to call me? Phasers set to EXTERMINATE!!!!

..

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart..." William Wordsworth:

( In which I ramble on like always )

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Flipping though the channel function on my tv, trying to find something to watch.

Histroy channel is showing: Cowboys & Outlaws.

Shopping Channel is showing: Sexy Holiday Hair.


My brain? Read: Sexy Holiday Cowboys, and pictured Jim and McCoy in Cowboy hats and not much else.

I love it inside my head sometimes.

Took one look at the roads, and decided that Discression was the better part of valor and stayed home from school. Mom had said that her boss (who takes the same road to work that I take to school) that people were spinning out left and right.

Given my track record when it comes to crappy roads... yeah.

This means that I am stuck home, listening to Dad yell at his stock brokers. *holds aching head*

I think I would have rather risked it on the roads, than listen to him yell. My head might have hurt less.

I ♥ Mike Rowe.

No, really. This man willingly makes an ass of himself on national TV.

That, and he just nearly lit his cameraman on fire. *pats Doug* Okay, so he launched molten glass into Doug's shoe, but still.

If there was any man that I would break my 'don't want kids ever, so stop asking' over, it would be him.

EDIT: Okay, this isn't meant to be dirty (no pun intended) but I would love to see the inside of his closet. God knows what that looks like. Jeans, Dickies, a million and one shirts collected from his jobs.

Or, gloves with holes burnt into them.

Had the yearly ob/gyn checkup today. Uh, but hell do I hate these. If I didn't need the BC to help heep the damn hormones in check. Because as bitchy and crabby as I am on them, I'm a million times worse off of them. Like, crying for no reason, snapping at people just because they're standing next to me, and I'm just in that kind of mood.

Which leads me into....

Found the perfect animated mood-theme!

It's by emiliglia, found here here! It's Kirk/Mccoy centric, which makes Crys a happy, happy girl.

I now have an actual reason to start telling people how I feel now. If only to look at the boys.

Plugged the GPS that I'm getting for Christmas into my computer today.

(Don't give me that look. My family gave up suprising each other years ago. Now, we just ask and then get that. Or, in this case, are actually there when the other buys it.)

For haha's, I punched in my work address, to see how it would send me. Imagine my surprise when it told me that the route it was taking required tolls.

WFT?!?!?

One quick tap later, and I got my normal route, but yeah. Tolls.

Now, I just need to sync my brother's one, and then we're good.

Does anyone know what the hell the short film is that has this alien in a bar that can't sing. He gets kicked out, and is sitting out back, when people run by yelling that "The (name I can't remember) are coming!!"

He sees these little fluff balls and sticks them in a bucket, thinking he's going to save them. Up come these huge bikers, and when they see the fluff balls, they freak. Those are the things.

The film ends with him back in the bar, butchering a song, but everytime the croud grumbles, the fluff balls show teeth a'la Langoliers from the King movie.

And by buthering, I mean he sings Respect, but he goes '1 2 3, ABC and NBC"

This has been driving me nuts for days. I've all but convinced myself that I didn't see it in real life.

Help me f-list. You're my only hope!!!

Should I be worried that I'd rather read gen!fic of my boys, then slash?

I blame the massive ammounts of FANTASTIC gen that has made it's way onto the net as of late. Seriously, it deserves all caps.

blegh

Dear Body:

If you're going to insist on growing beauty marks at hip-bone level, then I reserve the right to whack them, drop shit on them, or brush against them, and for it not to hurt.

Are you getting this?

NO! PAIN!

Because really, brushing my wrist against my hip should not result in me yelping in pain and grabbing onto the nearest solid object to keep my balance because it feels like I've RIPPED a piece of me off at the seams.

*pokes gingerly and winces* Yeah, time for these to go.

So, mom asked if I had Susan Boyles' cd at work today. (If you don't know who that is, you fail. That is all.)

o.O

The conversation went as thus...

"Yeah, but I can download them for free."

"Really, how?"

"Illegally."

"And you haven't been caught?"

"Not in the last 6 years."

"Oh. Can you get Adam Lambert?"

I don't know how I managed it, but I somehow kept from lunging across the room and tackling her to the ground in a massive hug.

Somedays, Mom, you give me hope that all is not lost in America.

^.^

*does a happy dance*

As birthdays go, this one ROCKED!!!

So, on Sunday, my cousin started having what she though were contractions. She went in, but wasn't dialated enough for them to keep her.

Last night, I get a call at work that she has lost her plug, and the contractions are 7 minutes apart.

Thus began the hourly updates untill around 11pm, when I fell asleep. Was then woken up at about 7:45 this morning to find out that I now share my birthday with not only coreposis (PS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!!!), but the newest member of the family, my new cousin Dylan!!!

Cue Kris bouncing around the house like a pinball in sheer glee. Aside from Star Trek from my brother (and how awesome is it that that came out on my birthday, and I can watch it in BLUE RAY!!!), and cash from the parents, this? This was the greatest birthday present EVER!!!

Okay, for real? Last week, co-worker all by got down on her knees and begged me because she had no shifts at the store, and she wanted a few hours, since she quit her other job.

This week? She's giving away her only shift. To me.

Not that I'm complaining. I have no shifts next week, partly I think because I have three days at the bookstore, and because it's my birthday on tuesdays, and thus I have no free days except for Sunday.

But, on a happy note, this means that I don't have to wake up early on Sunday and have to rush to get home from our friend's appartment.

(We interupt this post for a breaking news baby update:

Cousin is home from the hospital for the moment. She's only at 4cm, and you need to be at 5cm for them to admit you apparently. So, for the time being, Dylan is staying right where he's at.

This means there's still hope that he'll be bone on my birthday. All she has to do is hold out till Tuesday!!! *crosses fingers*

And now, we reurn you to your original post)

Well, hopefully someone will decide to give up a shift. Maybe co-worker from above. I mean, she did request Black Friday off.

Yeah, you read that right. She works in retail, and worked in a resturant before, and asked for Black Friday off. Can't wait to see if she says anything about me not working. (Opening the bookstore.)

Back to TV. Wathing 'Untold Stories of the ER. Halloween night, this guy came into the ER with a hatchet in his head. The Doctor thought it was a joke at first. I have visions of Jim and Bones, but I don't think I'm that mean. Maybe Jim can be an orderly that is helping Bones. Oh... that might work. *ponders*

Got the swine flu vaccination today. (Technically yesterday, but I haven't gone to bed yet, sooooo)

Aside from a rather odd sensation in my mouth (almost but not quite tingling, with a strange taste that wasn't really there, if you know what I mean) and a rather impressive sneeze in the store while I was at work, there have been no side effects thus far.

I kinda feel the need to make this occasion. This is the first time that I can ever remember actually getting a flu vaccination, in any shape or form. I don't even get the regular vaccination, but since my mother works in a hospital, I got in as a dependent-of-sorts, of hers for free.

With my luck, even though I don't get the regular flu, I would get H1N1. hopefully this will keep it at bay. After the fiasco of the three-month-bronchitis of earlier this year, I would very much like not to get sick this winter.

And I don't care what anyone says. That was NOT a nasal spray that they gave me! it was a direct stream of dead pig-flu straight into the back of my throat via my sinuses. BLECH!!!!!

Today sucked like hell. And by today, I actually mean yesterday, as today has rolled into tomorrow already.

But gods do I actually need sleep.

Just finished re-writing a paper that got eaten off my hard drive somehow a few days ago. Managed 4 pages, probably could have done 5, if I actually took the monolog apart line by line rather than just generalizing.

But you know what? I don't care at the moment. I'm tired, I cranky, slightly homicidal, and will probably bite someone's throat out at some point in the next few days.

Got into work today, and the computer was slow. SM's advice? Restart it. Which probably would have worked in a normal store, with good equipment, but our stuff is so old, I think dinosaurs cut their teeth on it's processors. When I flipped the switch, the monitor on our computer refused to turn on, and the hub for the three registers decided to give up the ghost and die.

Cut forward a few hours, and no amount of switch flicking or button pushing will bring power back to my poor dead things. I get a call from IT, telling me that store is off the grid. I think I scared the poor guy when I busted out laughing in his ear.

Thus in sued a rather fun filled half hour or so, where I accidently HUNG UP on him first, and then contorted myself into new and interesting positions as I tried to follow the rat's nest of cords under out counter to figure out why there was no power.

Of course, Fed-ex comes as I'm like literally upside down trying to reach the power strip that is BEHIND the printer?!?! WFT!!!!

*headdesk*

End result of this fun day is that we're being over-nighted a new monitor and hub, which we get to install ourselves tomorrow. Best guess for delivery is, some time before 2pm.

I... There are no words. My pregnant AM is the one that has to do all this, as the SM is attending an offside book signing, alone, at which there is projected to be 500 people.

And oh, I now have to go in 2 1/2 hour early at the music store.

I'm so glad that I'm not driving home from the party Saturday night. I plan on having one two many, and letting my friend heated leather seats lull me to sleep within seconds on the ride home. My boss can just deal with me drunk. I've stopped caring.

(It's not like she won't see me next week. We're having a Wii party at my friends house. There will be vodka, beer, rum, Wii, and four girls bound and determined to have a good time. All I have to do when that's over is stumble across the street with possible drunk boss in tow, and crash at my place.)

Sleep now. I have to be up in 5 hours for a 14 hour day. YAY!!! Not.

So, I got a rather odd call from mom today at work. Our conversation went as thus...

Mom: So, I got some news that will make your day better.

Me: You won the lottery?

Mom: That was totally sarcasm, by the way.

Me: Uh oh. What's wrong.

Mom: You know the pool we had in the back yard.

Me: .......

Me: You just used past tense.

Mom: Yeah, I did.

Me: Oh god, what happened?

Mom: So, I was standing in the kitchen, and all of a sudden I hear this loud noise. Sounded kinda like a freight train, when there was this big whoosh. I looked in the back yard, and all the water in the pool was rushing down the hill.

Me: O.O Holy SHIT! (Keep in mind, I'm still on the floor at work)

Mom: Yeah. Pool's gone.

Cue me laughing hysterically for a good two minutes at mom tried to describe the battlefield that our backyard had become. The boards that had been stacked next to the pool were up against the house, a good four or five feet to the left. The filter is at least six feet from where it was to start with. Stone is ALL the way down by the bushes at the edge of our property, a good twenty-plus feet from the pool.

There was water in the driveway, water in the neighbor’s yard, water in the basement.

That last one is the killer. Our basement? Is one massive junk storage space. There's thirty odd years of junk down there from all the time my parents have lived in this house. And now, a good chunk of it is wet. If we don't get rid of it, we're going to have mold growing down there, fast.

Just what we needed in the middle of construction of the decks off of the sun porch.

And of course, I have NO free time until like the middle of next week. Thankfully, I only have Sunday at the music store, so I can work in the basement more often.

Snagged these from Mom's facebook, since it was already dark when I got home.


( Battleground: Kris's back yard. )

HOW THE FUCKING HELL DID I NOT NOTICE THAT KANEN IN MERLIN WAS BASHIR IN DS9!?!?!??!

*massive facepalm of STUPID*

I fail as a Bashir fangirl.

How did I not know that Chris Pine is looking to get tapped for the revival of the Tom Clancy's 'Jack Ryan' franchise?

Me!!!

That's right. My Google!fu is strong tonight.

Just because it took me three different searches to figure out exactly what I had to do, doesn't mean that I didn't figure it out.

\o/

I have conquered the beast known as Word 2007! All hail me! *toots own horn*

It was along hard battle, but you can finally see floor in my house. There are seven bags of clothes marked for donation, five general in the back of my jeep, and two winter coats that are earmarked for bins on campus.

Mom can finally move in her room again, and I can close the door in my closet. (Well, there are three baskets of clothes that need to be washed sitting in front of it, but once those are done, I can shut the doors.

Still need to tackle under the bed, and try to get some of the books that are in my room put away, but for the most part, I feel good about today.

Plus! We got the pool closed up for the year so...

Go us!!!

The Baypath College mentioned in tonights ep? Yeah, that's right!!!

(Also, watching the special on Ardi that was discovered in Africa? One of our science teachers was in on that dig.)

Who's school kicks ass? Let's hear it for my school!!

(cassiejamie For all the time I want to strangle her, times like this make all the pain that she puts us through is kinda worth it.)

o.O


Naked Wedding


*curls in a corner and rocks*