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Joe finally came home from Canada on Friday. I can't even begin to tell you all how glad I am that he is home again. We had a very busy weekend catching up on all the errands we had to put off until he came home, and also doing some fun things as well. Most of what we did this weekend though was to get ready for Christmas! We have been terrible about not preparing for our favorite holidays lately (poor, poor Halloween) and we didn't want to let Christmas pass by without acknowledgment, so we decided to do a tree and decorate a bit. PICTURE TIIIIIME!!!

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Check out this AWESOME nutcracker we found at Walgreen's, of all places. I saw it on the shelf and held it up for Joe to see and it was kismet.

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I have ALWAYS wanted a white tree for some reason and we just happened to find one at a ridiculously low price, and we didn't have to wait for any first of the year sales. I love how the lights make it look pink. Our decorations and ideas are usually far from traditional. I wouldn't have it any other way.

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We couldn't find a tree topper we liked, so we improvised a bit.

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Christmas isn't Christmas without a little Holy Water, er, or something...

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My man Action Figure Jesus got in on the action, even though he is a Hanukkah kind of guy.

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This ornament plays "Christmas in Hollis" by RUN DMC. You can even scratch the little records.

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Of course, ANYTIME is cheeseburger time.

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This weekend wore me out. I am still sleepy.

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I also got a lot of knitting done this weekend. Nicky stalked me the entire time. If I had yarn in my hand, she was watching me.

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Thor is playing Skyrim again.

That's it for now! Hope everyone has a good one, whatever you celebrate!

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Hello, world.

Not much to report at the moment. Joe comes home from Canada on Friday. He has been gone way too long and I am happy that it is almost over.

Things are kind of blah right now, for more reasons than just that. So blah, in fact that I don't even feel like typing it all out, even though I know it would probably make me feel better to do so. Oh well.

I was pretty awesome this year and got most of my shopping done early, but I still have a few things that I have been putting off and would like to get them taken care of so I can wrap them up, hide them in the closet, and be done with them until Christmas Day. It will likely be before or after, since I work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I am really not that bummed about it, I enjoy the holiday pay. Most everyone who works those days calls in despite the fact that it is a blackout day anyway, so there are less annoyances to deal with. Aren't I such a people person?

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I'VE FINALLY DONE IT!
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Well, I reached my goal of growing out my hair for two years to donate to Locks of Love. I told myself that I would make it to November of this year before I cut my hair, so it would be long enough for LoL to make a really cute wig for some little kid. I made it to my goal and since all that hair was driving me mad I went and donated it Saturday. I saw Adrienne at the Velvet Monkey and she kicked ass! I think I have a new favorite hair chick.

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I also scored some really awesome stuff from the thrift/vintage shop in the salon. Success!!!

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To be a kid again!
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I have been commenting back and forth on my new friend bottledjayme's journal about books we used to read as kids and it got me to reminiscing about parts of my childhood. I remember as a kid I would always get toys on Christmas and my birthday, but I didn't get very many toys for no reason or just because I asked for them. But if I asked my parents for any kind of pet, art supplies, or books (especially), they more often than not obliged. As I grew older I began to naturally ask for and be drawn to a chemistry set over a barbie doll, or a fish tank over a Nintendo.

One of my fondest memories was of my stepfather taking me to the bookstore every Friday after school, where I could pick out any two books that I wanted. I looked forward to it all week, every week. Of course if the books I chose contained subject matter that was much too adult or over my head they suggest something else, but for the most part I don't really remember my parents vetoing very many of my choices. They were mostly the same way with movies, too. They gauged it by my maturity level and my intelligence/comprehension level and for the most part let me decide for myself. They didn't know at the time that they had created a monster and added fuel to my love of horror and blood and gore, but I think secretly my stepdad was happy to have a horror movie buddy. My mom definitely did not fit that category. For example, few years ago she watched "The Strangers" with me, and I had bruises on my leg from where she kept grabbing my knee in terror. Later that night I stood silently by her bed with a pillowcase over my head and when she finally woke up and saw me I thought she was going to pee herself. Psh. Lightweight.

The only time they ever really tried to censor my interests was when I was about 13 and started listening to weirder, darker stuff (ie-some metal, rap, some darkwave and industrial, etc.) and my mom insisted on listening to every CD I had, picking out which ones she deemed acceptable and others she didn't. I think it had something to do with the fact that she was watching a lot of Dateline and 20/20 specials, and I am sure at that time she had come across one episode that linked music to murder/devil worship/gang activity/general delinquency, and she didn't want to me to sell my soul to the devil/crips/Gacy/rock 'n roll. Her Tipper Gore phase didn't last long, though. I think she was trying to screen an Alien Sex Fiend CD a friend of mine had made for me and she just couldn't take "the weirdo stuff". Her favorite thing to say about anything I listened to was "it's just too ANGRY...". After that I was pretty much home free. Even when I was 16 and she found my pot paraphernalia under my bed she didn't ground me, lecture me, any of that stuff. She just neatly arranged everything she found on top of my dresser before I got home from school, as if to say, "you're technically off the hook, but I know. And I want you to know that I know".

And then, one time they caught me smoking a cigarette by the pool and I was grounded for two weeks.

My parents...

HEYYY!!!
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Well, after a nostalgic perusal of Livejournal, added to a boring, slow night at work, I decided to make a new journal. I had forgotten about it for years and I really miss the good ol' LJ days. Most of my LJ friends from back then no longer use it or are really sporadic updaters, but I decided to make one anyway. I no longer hang out with a lot of those people for a myriad of reasons both good and bad, but that doesn't matter. Why not make some new friends?

That being said, if you have found your way here I would like to say welcome! I hope you stay a while.

Work is boring and slow tonight, so I was happy to have an account setup to pass the time. I log off for first shift in about an hour and a half, so until then why don't I share some things about me in picture form?



My desk at work


This is part of my desk at work. As you can tell, I am somewhat of a nester. I am very methodical and organized with work, though you probably wouldn't guess by looking at this picture. There is a method to my madness, I swear.




Joe Darul


This is my awesome boyfriend, Joe. Our two year anniversary is December 1st. It took my 27 years to find him, but boy, am I glad I finally did. I went through a few awful boyfriends to get to him and though most of that ordeal was soul-sucking and I barely made it out a few times, I would do it all over again a hundred times if I knew he was waiting on the other side. He is a total buttface at times, but he has saved me from hell so many times and in so many ways.




Nicky D


This is my cat, Nicky D. She was originally Joe's cat, but from the first time we met, she became mine. She doesn't like most people, but she instantly decided that I was to be her Mom. I am the only one in the world who she lets touch her tummy. She doesn't even let Joe do it.




Thorrrrrrr!!!


This is our most awesome basset hound puppy, Thor. He will be a year old on Valentine's Day, which is appropriate because not only does he love every human and animal he meets, they all love him in return. He can be a total brat, but he is the sweetest dog that has ever lived. I know I am biased, but I really honestly have never met a dog that has as much personality as he does. He is a world-class snuggler and smooch-giver.



Well, work is winding to a close (finally), so I will log off and finish my end of shift paperwork. I hope you liked this little peek into my life, and I am looking forward to learning about you as well. Until tomorrow, or next time, or whenever!
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