whiski_sour: (wtfx4)
For once I decided not to wait months to use a gift card and used the Amazon gift card I got from Aunt Jo today. After some trial and error, I managed to score four items for 25 bucks.

The thing I'm most excited for?

The Monkees Present CD.

After this, I will only need the Changes CD and my Monkees CD album cover collage will be done. I'm not counting Best ofs, Missing Links, foreign issues, or anything else like that (though I do collect those). The collage is just the 14 albums the Monkees themselves released.

You have no idea how excited this makes me.

I imagine this is how those people with Beiber fever feel if their fever is low grade.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
If you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, then you know I'm not dead.

If you follow me on Twitter then you really know I'm not dead because I never shut up.

I'm just resting for the holiday gauntlet.

I'm ready for the weekend to be over with.
whiski_sour: (Better with Teddy)
My Aunt Jo got me two scratch off tickets for Christmas.

I ended up winning two free tickets.

I got the freebies today and ended up winning two bucks off of one of them.

I've decided that I'm going to use the two bucks to get two more tickets. I figure I'll keep playing until I either win something bigger than 2 bucks/free tickets or I lose, which is probably more likely.

This is the closest thing I got to a toy this Christmas. I might as well play with it as long as I can.

Plus, I think my aunt would be amuse to see how far I could get with it.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Dad, Carrie, and I headed down to Aunt Jo's this afternoon. We ended up with a full house: the three of us, Aunt Jo, Nancy, Jake, Papa, cousin Chuck, and cousin Patty. It's been quite awhile since I've spent any time in Patty's company and since her husband just recently passed away, I was a little apprehensive of what her mood might bit, but she seemed in very good spirits. The company was quite excellent.

We opened presents before dinner. Dad and Jake both got knives and Papa got duct tape. Yes, I wrapped it. No, it's not the first time duct tape has been given as a serious gift for Christmas (I got it once in high school; yes I did appreciate it). Papa, who never fails us, got Carrie a Harry Potter book she's been coveting and me a Cubs shirt. Aunt Jo and Nancy got us both really nice, fleecy blankets (she got Dad once last year). Mine has an angel, Carrie's has a lighthouse. Also, I know have 50 bucks in Olive Garden gift cards between Mom and Aunt Jo. I am set for pasta and I am good with this.

Aunt Jo and Nancy outdid themselves this year with the spread. There was turkey, pork roast, ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, peas, scalloped corn, bread pudding, stuffing, broccoli salad, corn salad, cranberry salad, olives, candied dills, homemade bread, fruit bread, applesauce bread, banana bread, and for dessert there was pumpkin, pecan, and cherry pie. It was just incredible.

Naturally, I filled myself up fit to bust and I was way behind most of my family. I was miserable for a good half an hour after I ate. I don't know how the people who ate twice as much as I did weren't imitating beached whales.

Playing cards has kind of become a holiday tradition, I guess. We play Spit at Thanksgiving and Christmas, almost always the same players: me, Carrie, Jake, and Aunt Jo. This year, Jake left kind of early to go to his dad's, so that left the three of us ladies. The game was paused twice, once for pie and one so Aunt Jo could show us some old jewelry she had. I was impressed when she brought out the watch that belonged to my great-great grandpa's mother. Then she brought a pin and earrings that belonged to my great-great grandpa's grandmother. Better still, they were made from actual coins. The date on one was 1857. I had no idea we had something so cool.

At the end of the card playing, Aunt Jo vowed revenge because Carrie and I were getting Spit a lot more than she was and even when she did, one of us would still manage to beat her in the card count. It just wasn't her night tonight. Heh.

All in all, even though the nieces couldn't come, it was a good Christmas.

I hope all of you had a terrfic day, too, whether you celebrate or not.

Merry Christmas and Rob Whoville!
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
The snow has been coming down since eleven this morning and while it makes things very pretty, the streets better be cleared by tomorrow. I'm just saying.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] katia_247 for the absolutely adorable card and to [livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry for the fantastic gifts. You two are the best and you totally made my Christmas Eve. <3
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Went to Mom's today for the first of my two Christmases. It was a good time. We got pizza, as usual, but it was delivery instead of homemade. We opened presents. The girls liked the jewelry I made for them. Grandma and Grandpa came through once again with a Kohl's gift card. I can buy bras again!

The after dinner entertainment was playing Just Dance. I guess the girls have been playing it every day since Hobbit got it for her birthday last week. Grandpa read about us playing it on my Facebook (yes, both of my mom's parents are my FB friends as are my mom and stepdad; look, they're my family so I've already scarred them for life) and wanted a demonstration. All of the girls have gotten pretty good at it, though Mom said that Hammie was pretty sore from playing it so much. Hobbit's song is definitely "Who Let the Dogs Out". She's rockin' the high score on that one. And Howlin' Mad Smurf is really good at some song that I've never heard of. She actually prefers to dance without the controller, though.

My songs are definitely "Ring My Bell" and "A Little Less Conversation". The two songs I'm the worst at, "Hot n Cold" and "Womanizer", Hammie just kills.

It was a good Christmas. It was nice seeing my grandparents. Carrie got a most excellent make-up bag. I got my cookies (I wait all year for those things). Quite successful, really.

Christmas Eve is free, which is great since they're still predicting some serious snow (I've heard totals anywhere from 1-2 inches to 3-6 inches). Hopefully, it'll all be over, done with, and cleared by Christmas when we have to do our traveling.

I'll probably be sore tomorrow from Just Dance, too. My right arm already hurts. Damn windmill arm moves.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Happy Humbug!

Dad, Carrie, and I took Hobbit and Smurf (Hammie didn't want to go) down to Aunt Jo's house to have Christmas with her, Papa, Nancy, and Jake. Aunt Jo's friend CJ and her son Frank were there, too.

It rained all day yesterday and with a frost line of 3 to 5 inches, there was a lot of standing water on the way down. We took the back roads and had to drive through it because the road had flooded in a couple of places. I've never seen that before. Of course, the temperature dropped and it snowed all day, so I can only imagine what that turned into. We took the freeway back, so it'll always remain a mystery.

Dinner was good. Aunt Jo forgot to get the sweet potatoes and stuffing out of the oven until after we'd all eaten. The sweet potatoes were fine, but the stuffing didn't survive. The bottom was all burnt.

We opened presents. The girls made out like bandits, as they always do. Barbies and art supplies and gift cards, oh my! Papa got Carrie more Twilight stuff and I got two new books and season six of NCIS. Ah, the gift of Gibbs.

Dad wrapped Jake's present in camo duct tape over packing tape. It was great. It took him about fifteen minutes to get it open. What did Dad get him? A knife. Did Jake cut himself on it? Of course. That's how you properly break it in.

We managed to play a couple of hands of Spit before it was time to pack up and take the girls home. It was a long day, at least for Hobbit. She fell asleep on the way home. She told me earlier than Santa came to her house too early this morning, that's why she was tired.

I'm tired because Christmas never fails to wear me out. But it was a good one.

I hope yours was good, too.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
I got a package in the mail today from [livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry. I made the executive decision that since it is Christmas Eve and I'm not spending it at my Mom's house like I traditionally do (since we were there last night) and we'll be too busy tomorrow with all of the traveling and niece wrangling that it would actually be for the best to open the gifts Missy sent today.

(I'm making sure to point this out because Missy likes to tease me about not being able to wait until Christmas to open my presents.)

I pretty much got a box full of Bruce Campbell. I got Army of Darkness (director's cut and theatrical release), two Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash comic books, and Make Love! The Bruce Campbell Way by Bruce Campbell which is, from what I heard, pretty much fanfiction to the nth degree of awesome.

When Missy gets back from vacation, she's getting loved on big time. That's all I'm going to say.

*gazes adoringly at her new Bruce Campbell treasures*

*sighs happily*
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Went to Mom's house for my first Christmas. Carrie got to meet my grandparents (Mom's dad and stepmom) for the first time. We ate homemade pizza and chatted.

We opened presents. The girls scored big time, as they always do. Carrie got them a box of ten games and I'm pretty sure we played them all at least once before we left.

My grandparents always give my sister and I an assortment of little things that leave us wondering. It always ranges from pretty cool to...something religious. This year we both got a book (my sister called to ask if I got one, too...they mailed her presents before they left to come down for Christmas). Dying the Jesus way. That's not what it's called, but it is about the afterlife. I think. That's what I'm getting from the summary on the back.

The cool thing I got this year (aside from the Kohl's gift card that I get every year) are these little Hawaiian shirt post-it notes. They make me think of Sam from Burn Notice. They're awesome.

Mom, Mark, and the nieces got me a shirt that says "Careful! Or you'll end up in my novel". I love shirts that are both threatening AND apply to my line of work. It's a perfect combo. It multitasks in a way that I only wish I could.

All in all, we had a good time. One Christmas down and one to go and it's not until Christmas Day.

I'm planning on making Christmas Eve my day of rest. I rarely get a moment to breathe when the Christmases start. I'm making the most of having a whole day.

I may not even put on real pants. We'll see.
whiski_sour: (yay!)
I am done with my last Christmas project! I'm free!

Until Wednesday, which is my first of only two Christmases this year.

I am looking forward to my homemade pizza, though. One of the best parts of my holiday. Seriously.
whiski_sour: (girly)
I finished making jewelry for my nieces for Christmas. I think the necklaces turned out okay, but the bracelets ended up being really cute.

I like making jewelry. I've made necklaces and bracelets before, but it's been years and they've all been really...summer camp, I guess is the best way to put it. A lot of beads and elastic. I liked them at the time because they reminded me of candy jewelry. I made a series of necklaces and bracelets with lettered beads so I could state my opinions with my jewelry. It was all in fun

But, the bracelet wire I used to make the girls' bracelets got me thinking that I could do something much more sophisticated with that. I feel that jewelry making itch starting to come back because while I was working on the stuff for the girls, I was thinking of things I could for myself and other like minded people over the age of eight.

I might end up picking up an old hobby again.

I want to post pictures of my creations, but I've got to wait until I get some natural light. For whatever reason, the lighting in this house makes the pinks look orange (I kind of expect that in my room, since it is orange, but it's like that no matter what room I try to photograph in). I'll try taking pictures tomorrow. Then I can put them up and you can let me know how tacky I am.

And I am tacky. Trust me. Just ask Carrie. She'll tell you.
whiski_sour: (strained)
I've spent all day playing catch up and I think I'm pretty much there. I'm pretty sure that I can get the rest of what I need to get done over the next few days.

I knew I should have started this holiday stuff sooner. I do this every year, but it's always worse during the years that I end up making gifts. I know what I need to do and I'm always like, "yeah, I'll get to that this weekend" and then suddenly it's the weekend before Christmas and I'm scrambling.

At this point, it's like tradition to be pulling my hair out and cursing my own existance before the holidays. I'm not hair pulling at the moment, but I am cursing.

It's like a my own crass Christmas carol.
whiski_sour: (you love me)
Dad gave me my Christmas present today. I don't know why. Some years he gives it to me the day he buys it and some years he wraps them and makes me wait until Christmas to open it. There's no rhyme or reason.

Anyway, Dad got me a really nice laptop table, which is preferable to the redneck set up I've been using. I can use my laptop comfortably in bed now without turning into a hunchback. It's fantastic.

My new laptop table has a place for a mouse and I like the idea of not having to use the touch mouse anymore. I'm hoping this Tiki Idol Laptop will be okay with that. In theory, I think I should be able to use a mouse with this thing, but in practice, well, you can't really trust unlucky technological items. We'll see.

In the meantime, the mousepad will be used as a catpad. At least according to Pete it will be.
whiski_sour: (Cocktail?)
I finally got around to Christmas shopping today. I figured I might as well start since I needed to get Hobbit's birthday present anyway. Her birthday is Friday.

I went to Walmart first (going during the day because there are fewer people who want to talk to me that work during the day than there are on the night shift) and it wasn't too busy. I didn't expect it to be since it was a Wednesday afternoon, but Christmas time does bump up the traffic a bit, even in the middle of the week during the day.

Then I went to Dollar General. No wonder Walmart wasn't busy. Everybody was there. It's a small place, so that does lend to the illusion that there are more people in the store, but the line was so long and snakey that I couldn't find the end of it. I ended up wandering around for a bit until the line at least got short enough that I could find the end.

I got in line and a guy got in line behind me. Yes, this is important to my story.

I left Dollar General, stopped at my car to drop off my bag, and then went nextdoor to the liquor store to get a Lotto ticket. Apparently, everyone that wasn't at the Dollar General was at the liquor store.

Anyway, I went in walked up to the line at the register and found myself standing behind the guy that had been standing behind me in Dollar General.

He wasn't buying a Lotto ticket, though. He was buying a Miller tall one. Judging by the looks of him, I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't last the drive home.

When I left, everyone that wasn't in Dollar General or inside the liquor store was in the liquor store drive-thru. Seriously. I'm looking at this long line thinking, "Why aren't you people at work? Why are you all getting booze? What's going on that I don't know about?"

Nevermind Saturday nights in the big city. That's easy.

Try Wednesday afternoons in a small town. That's where it's at.
whiski_sour: (up to no good)
Just the usual rambling. Move along.

NCIS...'I'll warm up the sleigh.' )

NCIS:LA...'Mommy in town for the holidays?' )
whiski_sour: (wtfx4)
I listen to a local oldies station because I've never been timely or hip.

Anyway, they've started sneaking Christmas songs into their rotation, which I don't mind because I no longer work in retail and am forced to listen to "Suzy Snowflake" sixty-five times a day. They've played several of my favorites, a lot of oldies holiday songs that I've only heard a few times in my life, and some I've never heard before.

The other day I heard one that I'd never heard before ever. Didn't even have an inkling that it existed and really, don't know what I would have done if I did.

It was a Christmas song set to the music of and sung like The Animals' "House of the Rising Sun".

I swear my face did this O_o and didn't stop until well after the song was over.

I just...I'm kind of hoping they play it again so I can get another chance to listen to it because it's days later and I'm still baffled about it. It's just so questionable.

Seriously, it's not quite right. If I knew specifics, I'd download it and post it here so you could all boggle with me.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
I got an extra Christmas this year as my grandparents from Wisconsin (my mom's dad and stepmom) ended up going to my mom's house today and I was actually able to see them (if they don't come on Christmas Eve, then I was usually working and wasn't able to see them).

It was a good visit. I don't see them very often and really don't talk to them much so there's always a certain degree of catching up to do that just kinda feels weird to me (I quit retail back in February and it wasn't until my grandpa mentioned it that I realized he didn't know I wasn't working there anymore).

We had pie and coffee and chatted and opened presents. I feel my nieces are on Aunt Kiki overload since they've gotten to see me three days in a row. I couldn't sit down today without a kid in my lap. The girls have always been very lovey and snuggly.

The drive home was slow since it warmed up and all the ice and snow melted into a nice, dense fog. The worst part was the Heyworth curve since the road seems to disappear there on the best of days. In the dark and the fog, you just have to trust that you can follow the road.

I pulled in at home to find that Damon was over. He didn't leave until about an hour ago.

Tomorrow, I plan on doing nothing but hiding in my room, watching the NCIS marathon, reading, and writing. I have had enough of Christmas to last me until next year and enough of people to last me for several days.

Plus, I intend to convince my body that sleeping past eight o'clock is okay.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
First of all...RIP Eartha Kitt. We were just singing her praises and listening to "Santa Baby" last night. She is one of the women I want to be when I grow up.

Merry Christmas! My day started at 8:30 this morning when my sister texted me to wish me a Merry Christmas. That girl never could sleep in on Christmas and has always woken me up early for it. Even in Texas, she still does it. Brat.

My stepdad brought the nieces down and as soon as Carrie was ready, we made the trek down to Aunt Jo's in two cars (actually, Dad and Hammie left first because they were tired of waiting and after they were gone, Hobbit started asking every three minutes if we were leaving yet).

Everyone had a good time. The girls played with Dad and Jake and the dogs. When it came time to eat (a nice spread with turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, gravy, stuffing, green beans, and rolls), Smurf quickly claimed her spot and dove into the ham before everyone had even sat down.

After dinner, we opened presents. The girls got a good haul (they took home their stuff in two garbage sacks), Carrie nearly wept when she opened up the gift from my Papa (everything Twilight), and I got...more books! Three of them, all by Christopher Moore. I have so much reading to do.

Then came the craziness. The girls wanted things out of the boxes which involved Dad, Aunt Jo, and me whipping out knives and cutting things free. Then they started getting rowdy, beating on Dad and Jake and chasing Jake through the house. At one point Jake shut himself in the bathroom and escaped through the window. Ten minutes later, I found Smurf trying to do the same thing.

After some clean up, Carrie, Jake, Papa, and I taught the girls how to play poker. Papa accused them of being card sharks because they kept winning. The first hand Papa won, the girls quit playing. It was funny.

Finally, it came time to leave. Now, as I said before, we had ice recently. The roads were fine. My aunt's driveway, though, was a solid sheet of ice. It was a hockey rink. So my dad had to load all of the girls into my backseat through the passenger side (I parked as close to the sidewalk by the backdoor as I could) because there was no way they could walk on that. Then there was the matter of cramming in all of the presents as my trunk is still full of clothes that I haven't gotten around to donating yet.

Somehow, without any falls, we got everyone and everything in the car and set off on the long drive to take the girls back home. Hammie and Hobbit were both asleep well before the halfway point. Smurf, though she looked like she was going to conk out, never did.

We dropped the girls off at home (their road is STILL covered in ice and though it was slow going, Carrie made it in and out of the car without busting her ass) and after some telling of tales, Carrie and I made our way back home.

Now we're waiting on Dad to get home because he has the leftovers and we're hungry (we eat at two every year).

I'm hoping for some good sleep tonight. I've got one more Christmas to get through tomorrow and right now, I don't know how I'm going to be able to do that coherently.

Two down, one to go.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
[livejournal.com profile] one_more_cherry, I gave in and opened the present you sent me tonight (let's face it...I did really good with the restraint this year).

Thank you so much! I look forward to reading it.

My ultimate gift wish this year is coming true. So far I've gotten two books and a gift card to Border's.

Woohoo! I'm getting books!
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Went to Mom's for my first Christmas this week. Stepdad made homemade pizza as per tradition. I would drive through a blizzard for that pizza.

We didn't drive through a blizzard, of course. The weather was clear and the roads were fine until we got to my mom's street. There was easily three inches of ice on the road with two grooves carved out for tires. It was pretty impressive.

And hilarious watching Carrie try to cross the street. What made it funnier was Smurf standing with the front door open, yelling at us to hurry up because she was freezing.

Me: We have to go slow! It's slick.
Smurf: I know! There's snow! Hurry up! I'm freezing!

Nothing like being bitched at by a three year old.

Hobbit got her cast off and the pins out of her arm yesterday. Instead of putting a hinging cast on it (so she can use her elbow), it just has to be wrapped with an ace bandage. Since it's still healing, she has to be careful with it.

Smurf was wound for sound. At one point, all of the girls were dancing and Smurf looked like she was having some tribal epileptic fit. I don't know. She was practically vibrating and at one point, she's like "I like soda!" and I said, "Yes, I know. Do you mainline it?"

Hobbit was pretty mellow as per usual. She's not one for being too silly. She's a great dancer though. Got some nice ballet moves and I taught her how to work her hips. And we bebopped. Hobbit's got some moves.

Hammie cannot be parted from her gymnastics suit and was doing her floor routine and balance beam level five dismount (which ended disasterously on one attempt when she took out my leg). Even when the girls were dancing, Hammie was doing gymnastics.

The gifts went over well. I got them fingernail polish, which meant everyone got their hands and feet painted four different colors. Carrie got them Disney Princess Memory. We played it despite Linus the cat's determination to lay on the cards. It was a good time. I'm worn out.

We'll see the girls again tomorrow when we take them down to my Aunt Jo's for Christmas #2.

Somehow it makes me even more tired just thinking about it.


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