I'm too late for the Christmas meme... so you get quiz results instead!

Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?

BUTTERFLY EYES

You have Butterfly Eyes!
Positive Traits: Thoughtful, Intelligent, Humble, Clever, Open Minded
Negative Traits: Elitist, Conceited, Apathetic, Cold, Sarcastic
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Hopefully This is Not an Omen

Started reading The Wee Free Men last night...

And feel asleep before the second chapter.

Maybe I should start earlier than 10 p.m.?

PS: props to the bestest Betz for getting me the books...


thanks to Degolar's recommendation (2006-11-22 post)!

Have a Merry Christmas!

Worked today, work tomorrow, work the day after. This part-time gig is starting to cramp my social life!

Monster scored some cool swag from the maternal grandparents today. KU sleep gear and Nightmare bedding! Also a groovy new board game:





The six character markers? Lock, Shock, Barrel, Jack, Sally, and Dr. Finkelstein. Too cute!

Degolar Weeps

My pretty young coworker things from the shoe store? Those that keep me young with their adorable, idealistic perspective and willingness to go out at the drop of a hat. Beautiful girls, lovely dress-- high school smiles, oh yes!

Tragically... they have no idea who the Violent Femmes are.

I *almost* feel like I'm in an age-inappropriate relationship. Truth told, that's probably half the allure! (Just kidding, mom and dad.)

It's been a long time since these days:

One Year Later

Although it pains me use a country music reference... there is a Reba McEntire song titled "For My Broken Heart". Its lyrics say to the effect that no matter how sad we are, or how painful life has become, the world is not going to stop.

The sentiment commemorates my sadness on the first anniversary of losing Camille. It has been a year since I last saw her, and had to say goodbye to her. The pain is not as acute, and I will always be extremely grateful I felt compelled to go visit her that day. Yet it still takes very little to start me crying over her.

Over the last year, there have been several times I wished I could have called her up for advice. No one else has been able to tell me the perfect balance of what I want to hear, what I NEED to hear, and the humour to make the smartest decision possible. Her pride in my progress made me all the more devoted to her.

While I wonder if there will ever be another person in my life like her… I almost don’t want there to be. Truth be told, it is probably more likely due to the fact I’ve needed to move on from the past. Last week, I went for a tarot reading. Overall, I’m still not sure if to believe the reader was just as accurate or gifted as Camille. Certainly, she told me several accurate things during the reading. And she could connect with Camille, which provided much comfort and reassurance. It was just odd, to have a different perspective after 10 years.

So today, for my goddess—I will drink a lovely coffee drink, buy a sassy book, and torment the cute young boys. When I grow up, I still hope I can be like her.

Whoa!

Yoko Ono's 73 years old?

I hope my girls look as good at that age:

Maybe Michelle Is Right....

and I really always have been a bad girl. Though, I'd like to say in my defense, a past love (or two) have helped make me jaded.

Props go to the vigilante Degolar for this quiz find! He's right-- play around on the website awhile. They have lots of cleverly worded fun. Those Sundance hipsters!

Time Flies

Didn't realize I'd been away for a week. Sorry about that!

It's been a stressful week at work. Tension with our state client, amplified by others' stress in their personal lives. I am not much help, either. Most of my thoughts this week focus on the fact that December is a pretty sad month for me. Not because of the holidays, which I do enjoy. Rather it holds several dates of personal signifcance for me. Days I remember, then immediately make me miss those not here.

Next week is bound to be better. I've finished shopping for one person on my gift list. The rest I plan to wrap up soon. I have a couple of leave days at the end of the week. ***Michelle-- I'll be calling you. I still owe you for missing your birthday! And I'm having a SERIOUS case of the Blue Koi jones.***

While The Cat's Away....

... the mice won't even be able to play. : (

Our resident rock star is heading to OKC this weekend, visiting his buddy and family. Yet I have to work tonight, the later half of Saturday, and all day Sunday.

When is a girl supposed to be bad?

Oh well, at least the monster and I can catch up on movies we want to see. I'm sure he won't be disappointed with all the hours of video game opportunities my work schedule affords him.

I'm sure karma had a hand in these events, that wench.

Or at the very least, my mom.