whiski_sour: (zzz)
I cannot remember the last time I posted here and I suppose that makes me pretty lazy. Most of my life gets documented as it happens on Twitter now.

But this is just a quick post to say that I'm alive, I successfully turned 34, and I will try to post a little more often over here.

I own the place, so I might as well put it to some use.
whiski_sour: (you love me)
Spent my day celebrating my success at avoiding death for another year. I'm glad to be 33. I like three's. This feels lucky to me.

I spent the day indulging in my favorites. I ended up watching Halloween (1978) and The Fog (1980) (the latter courtesy of Carrie; she got me that and a Funko POP Usula doll for my birthday); an episode of The A-Team ("Bad Day at Black Rock"); an episode of MST3K ("Night of the Blood Beast"); two episodes of my current TV infatuation, Emergency! ("Virus" and "Breakdown"); and closed it out with an episode of The Monkees ("I Was a Teenage Monster"). I also watched Svengoolie (Island of Lost Souls) and finished reading Dead Until Dark.

It was a fabulous, relaxing, indulgent day. I appreciated every minute of it.

I'll do all of my partying next weekend at Cubs Con.

Cubs Con

Jan. 17th, 2012 07:43 pm
whiski_sour: (Cubs)
The highlights of my birthday weekend trip to Chicago with [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian are on my blog. In short, I had a fantastic time and I'm looking forward to doing it again next year.

Pictures from the trip will be up on the blog Friday.

If this is how I can celebrate getting older every year, then I can dig it. For sure.
whiski_sour: (Ooh! Shiny!)
Carrie and I went to Mom's yesterday for Hammie's birthday. She's ten, nearly five foot tall, and really into anime. She got a kimono for her birthday. It made Mom and I sing The Vapors.

Hammie asked for a giant cookie for her birthday. It came with violent pink frosting that I did not eat. Mom also got me cupcakes from our favorite bakery, half unfrosted because I'm spoiled like that.

The girls also got me a present (even though I already technically got mine at Christmas since Mom and Mark gave me money for Cubs Con). A new Cubs sweatshirt. Pretty soon, that's going to be the only clothing I own.

Today I ran last minute errands in the blowing snow so I'm as prepared as I can be for my trip to Chicago tomorrow. I don't relish the three hour drive in the snow, but hopefully the wind dies down and the plows can get things clear.

And then [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian and I party Cubs style in Chi-town.

I'm hoping to come home with a player or two stuffed in my bag.
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
Dad had his surgery today. It went well for the most part. The doctor was running late due to issues with another surgery so we ended up waiting a couple hours longer than we intended.

The doctor said that he got one big tumor and several smaller tumors out of Dad's bladder, but then found another big tumor behind the first big tumor. He decided to leave it for now until they get the pathology back. He's encouraged, though that the tumors weren't hardly embedded in the bladder wall. He's hoping the other tumor will be the same.

Dad has to have a catheter until Friday. With any luck, they'll have the pathology back by then. If not, next week. And then we'll go from there.

The nurses and doctor were great. They all even wished Dad a happy birthday. And the nurses gave me permission to beat him if he didn't behave himself at home. They're good people. Heh.

Long day, but I'm glad to be done with it.
whiski_sour: (Dempster Laugh)
Since Papa was unable to come up for my birthday, I went down to visit him today. He's doing pretty well.

Last year before Christmas, he bought himself a Kindle. He's probably got 150 books on it now and he reads about two books a day. He likes just about any genre, but he's taken to reading anything free. This includes romance novels and romantic thrillers.

Papa swears that all of the characters are alike, the descriptions are similar, the plots are similar, only the names change. Oh, and if it ain't about a vampire, it's about a cowboy.

Anyway, he was telling me about one of the cowboy books he'd read by this author that apparently wrote a whole series about every member of some family in Montana. The cowboy in this book looked like the cowboys in other books, blonde, tall, broad shoulders, tight jeans. It was the tight jeans that got him. During his synopsis of this book, any time he referred to the cowboy he'd be sure to add tight jeans.

I cannot communicate the absolute hilarity of a 76 year old man sitting in a wheel chair, wearing a Mr. Roger's sweater, his hair back in a ponytail and his beard down his chest, wearing a navy baseball cap for some company I've never heard of, with a smirk on his face and in his voice saying, "Tight jeans" in reference to a character whose name he couldn't even remember. I laughed so hard, I thought I was going to break the chair I was sitting in. It was fantastic.

That Kindle is turning out to be worth every penny he spent on it. And thensome, if you factor in the comedy.

For the record, Papa has always been at the forefront of computer technology and whatnot. He ran a computer club for years. He's the reason why I ended up with a computer when I was eight and learned to surf the web when it was in its infancy. With his love of reading and technology, it's no shock that he got a Kindle. It's funny to think about how technologically advanced my grandpa is when his son just recently got the hang of e-mail because he's so resistent to it.
whiski_sour: (yay!)
Since the weather prevented me from going up to my mom's house yesterday for Hammie's birthday, I went up today for mine. I also took up the Christmas presents from Dad's side of the family in addition to Hammie's birthday present, so it was a present extravaganza!

Actually, it was more like a Barbie convention. They got a lot of Barbies.

They also got a charades game that was an absolute riot to play. Every charade that Hobbit did involved some vague gesture with her arm. She also interpreted Mom miming driving a car as milking a cow. It was fantastic. Hammie was a bit stilted at first, but once she got the hang of being more animated, she got really good at it.

Hammie got a guitar for her birthday, so there was plenty of music. Howlin' Mad Smurf was very excited about me getting my cake and my present (I got money).

I guess for Mom took the girls shopping to pick out presents for Hammie's birthday and when Mom asked Smurf what she wanted to give Hammie, she said a punch in the stomach. Apparently, she really did give her a punch in the stomach, too. When Smurf said she wanted to give me my birthday present, I asked her if it was a punch in the stomach because I didn't want that. She acted all offended. I don't know why.

After the birthday celebration, I came home to join Carrie for a haircut. We're both loooong overdue (as usual). We ended up going to a new lady, Tammy, and she did a fantastic job. I'll have to post pictures after I decided what I'm going to do with this new style. I prefer my hair a little more punk rock then the way she ended up styling it, but it's still nice. And short. And my bangs are finally out of my eyes.

I could never have Justin Beiber hair.

Carrie ended up ordering pizza for dinner so I didn't have to cook.

All in all, it's been a fantastic birthday. I have a feeling that being 30 Bonus Year is going to be excellent.
whiski_sour: (yay!)
Happy belated birthday to [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjunkie! I hope you had a great day and I'm sorry I wasn't more timely with my wishes.
whiski_sour: (Groove)
Today was Hobbit's 7th birthday, so Carrie and I headed up north to celebrate with the girls. We had McDonald's and cupcakes. Hobbit got a new outfit, a new purse, a snowglobe, and Just Dance for Wii.

Naturally, we had to play Just Dance. Carrie wasn't feeling well, so she sat out. (Smurf was very concerned for Carrie's health; she told her to get lots of rest, drink water and orange juice, and keep a bucket next to her bed in case she threw up.) The girls were good. They shook their groove things. Mom did a challenge while sitting on the couch and won. It was hilarious. I had no trouble getting up and making an ass out of myself. I did pretty well. I'd say the girls get their moves from their Aunt Kiki.

Then we played Guitar Hero. I rocked "Walkin' on Sunshine" and "Honky Tonk Women". Smurf does really well on the easy setting because she just makes noises into the mic constantly and ends up with 100%. Hobbit really kicks it with the guitar.

Between playing guitar and dancing, I'm going to be hurting tomorrow.

It was a good birthday for Hobbit, I think. At least she was sweaty and smiling when we left.

That Just Dance is a great game.

1+2+2+1

Oct. 3rd, 2010 10:30 pm
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
Mom's birthday was yesterday. Because she doesn't like to be odd numbers, she's defaulting back to 50 instead of being 51.

This got me thinking about my impending birthday in January.

I don't mind turning 31 or being 31. Age has little influence on me to begin with. But I don't like the sound of 31. I don't like the way the word sounds. And if I don't like the way the word sounds, then I don't want to spend a whole year being it.

So come January, I've decided that instead of being 31 I'm going to be 30 Bonus Year.

That just sounds way cooler than being 31.

Ah, my issues with numbers. Both hereditary and bizarre.
whiski_sour: (yay!)
In celebration of Carrie's birthday, I took her to see the nieces. They were quite excited about it. They got her princess cupcakes (okay, I asked Mom to order the cupcakes and Mom came up with the idea of putting princess crowns on them, but we didn't mind giving the girls the credit), princess plates, a Tinkerbell card (because, as Smurf knows, she likes Tinkerbell the best), and an Applebees gift card.

As Mom said, the gift card was the most grown-up thing in the whole shabang.

We ended up sitting out on the deck (Mom got some really nice new patio furniture) playing cards while the girls ran in and out of the pool. We taught Hobbit how to play Spit and Hammie how to play Rummy. Then we all played poker. Smurf invinted her own card came and played it with me. I have no idea if I won or not, but she had a good time.

I woke up with a headache this morning and got it to mostly go away, but by four o'clock it was back in full force, which kind of put a damper on my good time, but other than that, we all had fun.

I think it was a very good way to spend Carrie's birthday.
whiski_sour: (Groove)
Went up to Mom's today to celebrate Smurf's fifth birthday. She had a Spongebob cake. I swear the icing was four inches thick. And I scraped it all off because I'm not an icing person. Even if I like it, I don't like it that well.

Smurf's been asking for one of those butterfly gardens that they advertise on the TV, so I ordered it for her and it'll be delivered to her house. And until it is, she'll be bugging my mother about where her present is, which is like a present to me.

And to think, I'm considered the good daughter.

Carrie and I had a good time with girls. Smurf got a swingset and my stepdad was out back most of the time putting it together. The girls kept going out to check the progress. They're real whipcrackers.

We played games. There was some serious cheating going on during Old Maid. I blame Carrie as she instigated it. I managed to win a game of Uno, but it was a hollow victory since Hobbit and Smurf quit before we were done.

Then when it was time to go, Smurf tried to make us stay and when we wouldn't she resorted to force. Unfortunately, she's rather small and it was ineffective. She settled for pouting.

I guess it's just as rough being five as it was being four.
whiski_sour: (vrooom!)
Yesterday, I went down south to visit Papa for his 75th birthday. I took him a couple of new DVDs and some cinnamon swirl bread. We talked. He told me stories and I raided his vinyl collection (I get my ecclectic taste in music from him, I think). We had some good, quality grandpa-granddaughter time.

Today, Carrie and I went up north to visit my mom and the nieces. Carrie's mom made the girls scarves, so we had to deliver them and I had them make her thank you cards. Carrie ended up taking Smurf to run errands while I played Rock Band for the first time ever with Hammie and Hobbit. Smurf is a slower shopper than Carrie, something I didn't think possible. And "Mr. Roboto" is totally my, Hammie's, and Hobbit's song. Just saying.

All in all, it's been a very entertaining two days.

It's also been rather tiring. That's why this is so short.
whiski_sour: (German (base by bleedskint))
I wrote this fic for [livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry's birthday and she asked me to post it here so I'm obeying her orders.

Title: Waiting on a Friend (1/1)
Fandom: Burn Notice plus 3 ;)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam genfic; mention of two couples not in Burn Notice Canon
Disclaimer: I don't own it and don't make money from it. It's just a bit of fun. Lighten up.
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry's birthday.
Warnings: Oh yeah, I took me some liberties here.

A former SEAL, he was trained to be vigilant... )
whiski_sour: (yay!)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry! Welcome to thirty. Trust me, it's all good.

Much love!

<3
whiski_sour: (yay!)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] zooxstation! I hope it's a good one. :)
whiski_sour: (you love me)
So, I turned 30 today. I was kind of bummed going into it. Not because I was turning 30; I've been looking forward to turning 30 for years. I was bummed because I wasn't doing something bigger to celebrate it.

But I forgot that I've grown to really love my birthday and even if I'm doing the most mundane things, like going to the DMV to renew my license, are better because...it's my birthday. I feel giddy all day because...it's my birthday. I don't know why. I'm just like..."Yee! It's my birthday. National holiday! Everybody dance!"

So, as much as I would have liked to do something big to celebrate turning 30 (which I might before the year's out, who knows), it was still a good day.

I did get my license renewed today. I was dreading it, but it was more fun than it should have been. The young guy at the DMV who helped me made a goof that had us both laughing hard. I've tried to put the story into words, but really, I can't do it justice. You had to be there to appreciate it. Otherwise, it's just an excuse to roll your eyes at lameness.

But my license photo is the best ID picture I've taken to date. It's the only one that doesn't look like it's a mug shot for a crime that involved booze, a pool cue, and a hospital trip.

I made spinach and shrimp pasta for my birthday dinner and I still have ten of the twelve cupcakes my mom gave me yesterday (Carrie and I had a one each earlier today...so good). Dad gave me bandaids (he stuffed some money into an empty bandaid box and gave it to me).
Carrie made me an excellent card featuring a shark eating a cupcake and a really cool apron that's right up my alley. And I'm expecting fic from [livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry.

And it's NCIS night.

Yeah. I think I've got to this third decade off to a good start.
whiski_sour: (*cackle*)
I'm too tired to liveblog Castle, but I think it's safe to say that Castle will say something amusing, Beckett will verbal smack him, Mom and Alexis will be cute, and Ryan and Esposito will continue to be my favorite duo.

I went to Mom's today to celebrate Hammie's 8th birthday. Mom arranged for me and the three girls to get our nails done (the girls got pedicures and I got a manicure, my first ever) and to go to lunch. It was a great, girly outing with the nieces.

Highlights of the trip include:

Hobbit: *while the girls are waiting for their nails to dry, Hobbit rolls her eyes*
Me: What? What did Hammie do?
Hobbit: She's making faces. She's lost her mind.
Me: She turned eight and lost her mind?
Hobbit: Yeah. Smurf already lost hers.
Me: But she's not eight yet.
Hobbit: She started early.

Hammie: *as we're walking from the mall to the car* My coat smells like buffalo wings.
Me: What?
Hammie: My coat smells like buffalo wings.
Me: Why?
Hammie: I don't know!

*At Applebees*
Smurf: *pointing to a picture of the Beatles* Look! It's Harry Potter!

Smurf: *after taking a bite of her mini-burger* Oh. I want to marry this. (Smurf really liked the burger because at one point she was holding it and stroking the bun and calling it "my precious" like she was Gollum)

In addition to the manicure and lunch, Mom also bought me cupcakes for my birthday tomorrow.

Yes, this was the last day of my twenties. Not a bad way to spend it, really.
whiski_sour: (Fiona TCB)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjunkie. I hope it was a good one for you.

Speaking of birthdays, my first birthday card rolled in today. Thanks, [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian. I agree that the shortage of shark birthday cards is just scandelous and greeting card companies should get on the stick. Heh. The cupcake was sweet compensation, though.

In other news, my extra user icons are expiring next week (Monday, I think) and I'm trying to decide whether to keep them or let them go. On one hand, I probably don't need to add another ten bucks to my credit card just for pictures. On the other hand, going through my icons and deciding which ones I want to keep sounds like stressful work and I prefer to be mellowly lazy.

I don't know. Someone ask me on Sunday if I've made up my mind because I bet I'll forget about the whole thing before then anyway.
whiski_sour: (Fraggle)
I so should have liveblogged Sanctuary tonight. Tesla was so on.

"Great. All the subtlety of brain surgery with a chainsaw."

"You've taken a symphony and turned it into rock and roll. French Canadian rock and roll."

I love his snark. They need to have him on the show more often. Especially, since (spoiler) )

Anyway, the reason why I didn't liveblog the episode is because I've been trying to play catch up after spending the day with Mom, Stepdad, Carrie, and the nieces celebrating Hobbit's sixth birthday. It was a good time.

Hobbit says that she doesn't feel six yet; she still feels five. However, she said the GEEKIEST thing a six-year-old-that-still-feels-five could say. World of Warcraft is big in their house. For those of you who aren't familiar with WoW, your characters "level up". Today, Hobbit said, she "leveled up personally". My mother is raising complete geeks. I'm just saying.

We had Olive Garden for lunch. Smurf stole some lettuce from Carrie's salad. "You won't like this piece." *chomp* "I like Carrie's lettuce."

After lunch, Hobbit opened her presents. Carrie got her nail polish and I got her jewelry, kiddie stuff. Once Hobbit and Smurf decked themselves out in the bling, they had Carrie give them manicures. Hammie did not have time for such things because she was playing WoW. GEEKS.

We had cake, there was no singing because Hobbit jumped the gun on blowing out her candles, then we just hung out. Carrie played Sims 3, drooling green drool of jealousy, while Hobbit and Smurf played with my camera.

At some point, Hobbit and Smurf decided that Carrie was their new mom. They took new names and everything. They were packing bags to go to their new home and were pretty disappointed when Mom burst their bubble.

Meanwhile, while this family drama was going down, I was watching Hammie play WoW. I gave my poor eldest niece a shock. She chats with people on their while she quests (actually, I think she socializes more than quest, but it's done wonders for her spelling because she doesn't want to look stupid) and she told someone, "i gtg in a bit", which I translated. She just looked at me.

Me: You didn't think Aunt Kiki was that cool, huh?
Hammie: *shaking her head* No.
Me: Kid, I've been on the interwebs since 1994. You were born in 2002. Do the math.
Hammie: *jaw drops*

I thought I'd have to wait until they were at least teenagers before I could horrify them. Good to know I can start early, at least in this respect. This is up there with my cousin Jake thinking blonde jokes are new.

As schooled as I am in the ways of the internet tubes, I'm still only have fleeting knowledge of WoW, which Hammie schooled me on. I'm also not a big timewaster on You Tube, but apparently Hammie is if it's related to WoW. I had no idea that so many people made videos to "They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard" with WoW characters. She also showed me a vid someone made of the Men in Black II trailer using WoW characters. It was giggle-worthy.

Like I said, we all had a good time. We'll see the girls again next week, first on the 23rd, then on Christmas, even if five days is too long to wait and Smurf "hates five days".

I need to stock up on sleep. Those girls never fail to wear me out.

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