Today I spilt a regular-sized cappuccino over not one, not two, but THREE old ladies.
One cup, three biddies, Nicola am win. I don't quite know how I managed to soak a triple, but soak them I did, and what's more... [I]they were ok with it[/I]. Now, if I had popped down to a coffee shop for a quick morning pick-up, and was stood talking to my friends when the doofus behind the counter showered me with hot, steaming cappuccino, I would not be laughing. Yet these old girls did just that. They [i]laughed[/i]. And not in a "haha, you're a shit coffee serving personage" way, but a "oh look! We're covered in coffee! Isn't this just super!" way.
I wish I could be so jolly.
Oh, and Bebs? Two separate customers told me today that our coffee is [b]'better than Starbucks'[/b]. One more reason for you to come visit.
Holy schmoly shittoli, it's been a long time. Truly my intentions were to be online by now and writing more frequently than this. Sometimes life just takes some funny turns and twists.
Thanksgiving has come and gone once again. I hope those of you who celebrate this holiday had a wonderful day. My own holiday was fantastic as was the madness and fun of venturing out on Black Friday.
As for the rest of things...
Family - All seems to be right with the world there as well. Yeah, there have been ups and downs with the crew, but things are okay. My oldest daughter is getting married, my oldest son got married, Boycub had a pretty serious sprain and crack to his growth plate, but seems to be recovering well. Babycub was a mite ticked that I vetoed her becoming the youngest member of a downhill ski racing team. She will get over it. Way little family member - the baby is now crawling all over, pulling herself up, and adorable with two new teeth.
Work - It's been a really hectic year so far. I've discovered I really do love the challenge of working with the "difficult" kids that have been tossed my way via the tutoring program I am running in my school. I still teach the classes I used to teach, but now I have this added challenge. It does make me ponder those old thoughts of getting my PhD in child psychology, but that's another blog.
In the meantime, I am happily "parenting" a whole new crew of kids. I am cheering for their accomplishments, going to bat for them when I feel they are being treated unfairly, kicking ass when they are being stinkers, and crying when things go badly for them. It reinforced my belief that there are way too many idiots out there calling themselves "parents". Do they have any clue how much damage they are doing to their kids? I think not. It saddens me.
Weather - Oy is it starting to get cold! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr and shiver! I am thinking of a quickie trip to someplace warm and balmy would be a good thing this month. It's what I am asking Santa to bring me this year!
I do hope you all have a wonderful holiday season!
One of these days I will really and truly be back online - really!!
I rediscovered a CD the other day... one I hadn't seen since I bought it in 2004, gave it a listen, and went "Nah...". I don't know why I did that. It's awesome.
Especially this song. I just love the lyrics, and I don't know why the video is so gross and weird.
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[i][SIZE="2"]The Faint - 'Birth'
In the beginning there was semen,
In a deep mouth of flesh,
And the crest I traveled,
On a wave of virile mess.
Through a tunnel of mucus,
And on toward a vault,
With tourists and traffic,
I just paced myself.
Not I as my whole self,
Just the half that I had,
Before greeting the rest,
Of my better half.
A connection was made,
Through a shared love of science,
And vows were taken,
A seed was hired.
A cavern of fluid,
Brought shape to my hide,
In the months that remained,
Till the time of my life.
I thrashed for the reason,
Of spilling from the crack,
To the palms of a doctor,
To a towel full of scraps.
My brains wouldn't fit,
Through her organ of sex,
An incision was made,
With a scalpel and mask.
I should have noticed the beauty,
And not how it hurt,
Wet like a cherry,
In the bloodbath of birth.[/SIZE][/i][/center]
I love to watch blind people smile. You can tell they've never seen their own faces before because when they grin it's really... free. Just completely open and wide and innocent. I love that.
I officially started my Christmas shopping today... bought something totally awesome for our Dante, and picked up a few bits and bobs for other folk. I love being able to get things that I know the recipients will adore. It makes the whole process so much more enjoyable. Just wish I could afford a bit more.
I tried on a hat in H&M. My head is still massive. I've got some kind of Conehead look going on that really annoys me.
I went to take my phone into the O2 shop to get it sent off for repair, only I hadn't actually bought the handset with me. I swear, sometimes I am just too smart for my own good.
I ate a jacket potato with cheese and beans from a crappy polystyrene plate in the deserted upper floor of my town's smaller shopping mall. It's like a ghost-mall up there, it's kinda creepy. Only a few years ago it was thriving, full of eateries and shops and all kinds of stuff. Kinda depressing that it's all gone now. You used to be able to get the most AWESOME ice-cream sundaes from the cafe up there.
Oh, and yesterday I successfully butchered a t-shirt. It looks fabulous. Well, not quite that good, but you know what I mean. Next, my Joker t-shirt, when I get some black fabric. I really hope I don't screw that one up.
(Note from WoF: I originally posted this on my Modblog page Nov 2004. I took excerpts from the page linked in the title and added my own words and thoughts. I thought I had lost this, but, thanks to Chandra Moon leading me to Internet Archive I was able to retrieve it. I posted this again last year at efx2, but now I have decided to post it every Thanksgiving ... so people will remember ...)
While I was growing up, I was taught in school that Thanksgiving Day was started because a group of Pilgrims and Indians got together for a peaceful feast of thanksgiving.
Not so...
In June 1637 John Underhill, along with English, Dutch and Narranganset Indian mercenaries, and with the blessing of Governor John Endicott of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, slaughtered 700 Pequot Indian men, women and children in their village during one of their religious ceremonies, the annual Green Corn Dance...thanking the Great Spirit for such a bountiful crop.
These Native Americans were ordered by the mercenaries from the main lodge where the celebration was taking place and were shot down as they came out. Those that remained inside were burned alive! The very next day the governor declared it a Thanksgiving Day in honor of the bloodbath, thanking God for their victory.
There were no pilgrims of puritans at the Jamestown Colony. However, they did join with Native Americans lead by Powhaton from time to time as thanks for helping the settlers through the winter. The present Thanksgiving may therefore be a mixture of the tradition of the Jamestown dinner and the commemoration of the Pequot massacre.
Now...I'm not opposed to a special day for a festive gathering of families and neighbors...no matter who they are or where they came from. In fact, I look forward to it.
What I am opposed to are the continuous acts of twisting the true history of this land and teaching it to our children...from grade school to college.
My Cherokee ancestors welcomed the earlier settlers and traders with open arms and didn't mind sharing their land with them...even adopting some of the European ways. Eventually, however, they were systematically moved from their lands until the late 1830's, when they were forcibly removed permanantly by way of what is now called "The Trail of Tears" to the Oklahoma Territory.
But...that is another story I will relate to at another time.
If you keep up with your tracking alerts, you may have seen the comment my Anonymous lover (oh don't be so scandalous - it's Tom) left for me, regarding a temporary replacement phone.
I is mobile again! Huzzah! And, having only been uncontactable (shut up, it's a real word) for 4 days, I turned the phone on and immediately received 17 texts. Popularity ftw!
So, who wants to see my sexy new (ha!) piece of equipment?
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Oh yes, I'm so freakin' stylish. Someone text me, I'm just DYING to hear that awesome Nokia text-tone again! [/SIZE]
My phone is busted. The battery is dead and the thing inside it that connects to the charger, performing necromancy on the battery is busted, meaning I can't actually charge the phone at all.
Which isn't really relevant to this blog, because only three of you have my phone number. But still.
Oh, and that reminds me - Del. I bought you an AWESOME birthday pressie, but I need you to send me your address again because I've once again lost it. Never fear though, I have recently forked out for an Address Book, and shall keep everybody's locations safe and sound beneath a picture of two kitties. Sweet.
