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The last hours of 2010




Live blog time! Excuse the mess…it’s from my phone. Will tidy it up soon!

21:03- Food, Rummikub, and the 5 hour Pride and Prejudice. Brie and Colin Firth for the win! 

21:19- It is a tradition that everyone picks a snack:
Dad- homemade onion dip and Conns potato chips.
Mum- her friend Lisa’s sister’s sweet/savory cheeseball.
Brother- Pizza rolls.
Me- Brie and bread.
Plus, we have fresh popped corn from a local farm. All yummy!

21:33- Moar Rummikub!

21:44- Mum won the first round of Rummikub, but I think I’ll take her this round…maybe. *grins*

21:55- Video 2 of 6 for Pride and Prejudice. And I’m stuffed…didn’t even eat that much!

Brother- Where are all the 3s???
Dad- Hidin’…or Bach.

22:10- Dad and I are running neck and neck to win….

22:17- Mum has 27 tiles totaling 195 points, but she can’t get a 30 point meld out of them…funny to us, but her poor board can’t hold them all!!!

22:31- Mum finally got her meld, and has now had the longest turn in history dumping 25 tiles at one go.

22:43- Cream Soda!!!! (See pictures.)

Brother- Mum is doing a bang up job of knocking the tiles over herself.
Mum- *stares*
Me- Keep that up, and she’s going to knock you down.
Brother- Don’t blog that.
Me- *grin*
Mum- Welcome to my world….

23:06- Dad won the last round…I’m trying my hardest to win this time!!!

23:25- You know that you are away too much with Uni and work when your mum looks at you and says “It’s nice to see you.”

23:33- Less than half an hour to a new year! (…and to a new blog post/challenge from me!)

22:58- Last live blog entry. Thanks for joining us…hope you had fun! Happy New Year…and don’t miss out on reading my post “Clean Slate.” Love you all…you are all the bestest ever!


…Those Are Such Great Shoes…

I’m beginning to love Jack Johnson’s music. This is the song that got me hooked on him, so I wanted to share it with you all.

Please keep the heckling down to a minimum….

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Merry Christmas!

So, I’ve struggled with this for a few months now. What do you get the blog readership that has everything?

I thought about putting up a cool new theme for you all to look at, but my only complaint with WordPress is that they have a spectacular gathering of boring, white, stuffy themes. So, no go there.

I though about a deep, meaningful explanation of what Christmas is, and what it means to me. But, the school semester is on break and my brain is fried. I got as far as “Christmas is….”, and fell asleep at the keyboard. Did you know that MS Word will autofill 87 pages with a single letter per 20 minute nap? That’s providing, though, that you fall asleep with your hand on the “K” key. Not that I’ve done that or anything.

Coffee? Logistically, that was a nightmare.

You see? It is a puzzle.

So, how about some Christmas video that I shot for you all instead? There is a house locally (and yes, I know it’s not that uncommon of a phenomenon anymore) that set up the house lights to react to the rhythms of Christmas songs. They’ve done a really, really good job, and so I’d like to share some of them! I actually would like to meet these people- between the music selection and the geekiness of it all, I think we’d get along great. Enjoy, and a very merry Christmas to you all….

Disclaimer: there are a few glitches here and there due to outside noise. So sorry…. <3

Wizards In Winter: Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Jingle Bells

Charlie Brown Christmas

Deck the Halls: Mannheim Steamroller

Angels We Have Heard On High

Carol of the Bells



The year is 1972.

The month is December.

The day is the 17th.

The place is a small chapel in a small town.

He was an Air Force fighter pilot recently returned from Vietnam.

She was freshly graduated from college with a degree in teaching high school English.

They were getting married.

They would spend the next 20 years living in countless states and three countries with the military.

They would spend the 18 years after that building up a life in an unexpected part of the country after retirement.

They would survive external challenges that would destroy weaker marriages. They would mentor people. They would become involved in dozens of churches. They would positively affect countless lives.

They would become my parents.

I, for one, count myself unbelievably blessed to have them for my parents, friends, role models, and confidants.

Happy 38th Anniversary, Mum and Dad…and many more to come. Love you guys!

Happy 38th Anniversary

An anniversary is a time to celebrate the joys of today, the memories of yesterday, and the hopes of tomorrow.  ~Author Unknown


How To Survive Finals


Step One: Place syrup in cup. I use vanilla.

Step Two: Fill cup with milk

Step Three: Add ice

Step Four: Add espresso. I'm using Christmas Espresso Blend.

Step Five: Drizzle with yummy caramel

Step Six: Enjoy...and get back to the books!


What, With All The Ballyhoo….

It’s December 15th…1939, in Atlanta GA. The town is abuzz; Gone With the Wind is having its world premier. And, according to The Last Night of Ballyhoo, a silly little 22 year old Jewish girl is trimming a Christmas tree (!) and dreaming of being Scarlet O’Hara…and a novelist…and at the premier…and of going to Ballyhoo.

What is Ballyhoo? According to Lala (no, seriously), it’s a two week long celebration for young adult Jews in the South, held at the end of every year. At the last night, there is a huge ball- to miss it just isn’t done. So, Lala and her mother Boo (yes, seriously) are determined to find someone to take her to Ballyhoo. Lala is determined to turn into Scarlet O’Hara. Her uncle has hired a new young Jewish boy from up north- maybe he will take her to Ballyhoo. Her aunt’s daughter is coming home for the holidays- yup, that’s going to cause some trouble.

And everyone is more than a little snarky.

I don’t want to give anymore away then that, but suffice it to say it’s a wonderful play. If you have a chance to see it, do! It’s sweet, touching, and so hysterically funny.


Doing Shots

There’s very little in life that I love doing more than drinking shots. Espresso shots, that is. My coworkers are almost used to my espresso habits; they only blink a few times when I order my number of shots. Night crew likes to give me a hard time about my espresso habits, but at least I’ve trained the morning crew to understand that without shots I am worthless. When I was working mornings on a more regular basis, the shift would start pulling a quad shot the moment I walked in the door. Even last week- my first morning shift in months- he barely blinked when in the middle of blackout I turned and asked him for a couple of shots whenever he had a second. Moments later, there was a short cup full of espresso sitting by my register. Regulation? No. Did I stop dropping every blessed thing I touched? Oh yes. There is method in my espresso madness.

I’m so used to ordering in a place that understands my need to consume a week’s worth of caffeine in a few sips that I find ordering in other restaurants highly amusing. Like a few months ago. I don’t remember where I was- Panera, Books-a-Million, or some place like that. I had already had a lot of milky drinks earlier that day on shift, so I just ordered a double espresso. The very nice lady behind the counter patronisingly explained to me that “espresso” was a tiny amount of very intense coffee, not a “proper drink.” The look of shock on her face when I simply grinned and said “Yep- that’s what I’m looking for” was priceless. Well, not really. It cost me $1.79, but man was it worth it!

A few weeks ago I went out to see a play with my mum and one of her friends (there’s a write-up coming on that play, just so you know. It was wonderful!). I got a triple tall caramel macchiato before the performance, but by dinner afterwards the caffeine buzz had more than worn off and I was having a hard time not dropping into a carb-induced slumber. (There are way too many places to get great bread around here- that’s all I’m saying.) So, while we poured over the dessert menu, I asked our waiter for a solo espresso to get me through the remainder of the meal. Surprisingly, he didn’t register the shock I’m used to seeing. Maybe he was just well-trained, maybe he saw how exhausted I was, or maybe he’s a closet espresso-addict too. Whatever the case, he brought me my espresso with no to-do. It was my mum’s friend that was thrown for a loop by the cute little chunky demitasse in which our waiter delivered my shot to me. It was a great opportunity to talk about espresso, what it is, what makes  it different from coffee, and why you *really* don’t want to order a regularly-sized coffee cup full of espresso shots.

The most recent incident, and the one that made me sit back and muse over my espresso encounters happened last Friday night. We were having an English Club meeting at a cute little cafe, and I was tired. Exhausted. Worn out. Brain dead. I was the designated driver; I needed caffeine. This particular place used to have a honey latte that was amazing, but I soon discovered that it was no longer on the menu. Not feeling up to anything else, I approached the register to order. Nice young guy- a little baffled by our group, but then again we are an unusual assortment of characters. I asked him if they could do a triple espresso, even though they only listed solo and doubles. He looked at me with a slightly startled expression, but said that he could definitely do it. I said, “Okay, good, let’s make it a quad then.” He stopped ringing. He looked at me. The next words out of  his mouth were “I used to work in a coffee bar, and we were all like that. Couldn’t get enough coffee.” YES! A kindred spirit! I responded with “Yeah, I work at Starbucks.” He nodded, rang up the drink, and that was that. No weird looks, no patronising, no incredulity, just pure understanding. And four shots of espresso.