leafing through

What are you doing reading blogs today? Go socialize. Eat. Drink. Be merry! Come back tomorrow.

A friend recommended this to me. We were discussing food and wine after Christmas and she said the best sparkling wine she had was this dirt cheap Andre sparkling wine. One of her guests brought over several bottles to her party and at first she was skeptical because she’d seen it before and the $5.00 price sticker made her suspicious. Anyway, she tried it and now swears up and down that it’s one of the best she’s had. So of course, in preparation for New Years, I went out and got a few for myself. Popped open a bottle to try and it’s not bad at all! Tastes a lot like soda (Apple Sidra). Anyone who’s not into alcohol because of it’s strong taste would find its mild flavor easy to drink. It’s fruity and light. *hic* hehe scuze me!

Had a girls’ night out with my mom tonight. We got mani/pedi-cures, which if anyone knows me, is a first! I don’t like people touching my nails or clipping them for me or anything of that sort. Didn’t like it as a kid, but it was ok tonight. My experience was fun and relaxing. Even the waxing wasn’t all that bad. The manicurist was funny and lively and “the best,” as she said so herself.

Without some push from the sister, I probably wouldn’t have gone. So thanks sista’, I may actually do it again.

Teeth hurt. My boss recommended I get someone to punch me on the side it’s hurting. If that doesn’t work, you need to grab a bigger guy to do it. It’s crossed my mind.
This is going to seriously put a cramp on my eating. Bummer.

The fortune cookie was semi-right. I am taking a break today to go see the dentist. Hehe. Now that’s my kinda’ vacation!

Update: I did turn this day into a vacation of sorts. Ha! I win!! On my way home, after some possible bad news which I’ll elaborate on some other time, I went and picked up nine bottles of wine, three sparkling for Monday night, and six reds and whites for therapeutic purposes. Went home and had some cab after lunch. Nothing like good cheap cab to dull the pain. I like Bordeaux wines. I don’t like dentists.

I am, am I?

This website. Yup. A whole url dedicated to moi. I can actually feel the diameter of my head expanding ever larger. Now I’m going to tell a story about me. *flashback* A long time ago… *not that long!* – I had a webpage. I didn’t have the patience or knowledge about all that website designing nonsense. Remember Dreamweaver? Yeah, well, me neither. So I put up a bunch of pictures and didn’t do anything with it. It was pink though.

Anyway, now it’s easy. Sorta. I send an email to my giftor who fixes all my stuff and rues the day this was ever bestowed upon me. Too late. Muahaha! Next, on the agenda: Overtaking the world. Lunch first though.

Can you believe I spent the entire day eating, watching TV, and eating again? Yeah. That’s it. I had the entire day to do nada, and nada was exactly what I did! My brain feels like mush right now though. I’m so tired from all that eating and TV watching.

Somewhere in the unwritten rules of dressing, the same somewhere that speaks of awfulness that is wearing white shoes after Labor Day, but before Memorial Day; the same place that says pleated pants are unacceptable and button-down collars were created for heathens, are the rules about Christmas holiday attire. I currently own a pair of black socks with Tweety wearing a wreath and pajamas that look like this: … so I know what I’m talking about.

A perfectly charming penguin bearing mint candy. I only posted the small size because those pajama bottoms are pretty frightening up close. Owning these items makes me an expert and I’m offering you expert advice for free.

Now the rule about holiday clothing is, one is only allowed to wear it during the season, after Thanksgiving, preferably December, but put it away by the 31st. It’s also only acceptable for children 5 and under. After that, you are henceforth banned from such hideousness. Unless of course, you’re me. In which case, it’s ok year-round.

I completed my first knitting project today. Don’t ask me when I started. I can’t recall that far back. Can you believe it’s not pink!? It was a practice run. I’ll save pink for next time.

Besides being constructive, knitting is a pretty decent TV-watching side-activity. I rank it after Su-Do-Ku, but before reading. It’s easy, repetitive, and gives you something to keep yourself occupied. So lately I’ve been watching a Chinese kung-fu serial. The honest-to-goodness-kung-fu, flying, explosions conjured up from the depths of your… palms, and a lot of serious sword-fighting. I get so hooked on this stuff because every few minutes, someone is fighting someone about something and it’s very serious. Then someone decides they didn’t like the outcome of the fight and now they want revenge. Grrr… there’s a lot of aiee and arrr and augh going on. And rest assured, someone wants to try and take over the world, keeps the plot moving forward. Also, in these kung-fu shows, don’t believe it if someone “dies” unless you see their body and it’s really dead dead. Otherwise, s/he probably went into hiding so s/he can plot to take over the world another day. Sounds like Pinky & The Brain doesn’t it? That’s why I like it. There’s a lot of mystery and intrigue. Highly intellectual stuff.

The first day of Winter. Officially. According to the officials. Lately, with the short days and cold temps, it’s been so hard getting up in the mornings. It takes me FOREVER! My covers are warm, it’s still dark outside, and I just want to sleep until the groundhog emerges to tell us we’re not going to get anymore long winters due to global warming. Thankfully, after today, I might slowly start to get more UV rays, which I’m in dire need of. Just ask my missing Australian tan line. Right. You can’t because it’s gone. I’ll be talking about Australia forever by the way, until I take another vacation, which means for-never. That didn’t make any sense. Boys and girls, this is what happens when you deprive your body of sunlight. Sun is what keeps us from sounding sikotic. Did I mention Australia was expensive? I’m so glad I went though because I’m sure it’s much more expensive now that the Washingtons ain’t worth a loon. Wait, how did I get here? Oh yeah, my disappearing tan line. It’s completely gone! No trace that I was ever even near the ozone hole! I miss it. The Sun I mean. Well, Australia too but the Sun more.

But this is good, I mean I’m still relatively intact. I would like to thank Chex mix and coffee for getting me through these dark days of my life.