Happy New Year!

You have 10 minutes left to make your peace and say your good-bye to 2005.

May 2006, onwards, be prosperous fun and amazing.

Oh, The Humanity

I just put up another Rent My Blog campaign, and already have 3 bids.

And not just any 3 bids – bids from 3 very excellent blogs (one of which is already linked in my blogroll).

But I had to make a choice. I now have 2 new blogs in my reader, and a brand new screen shot in my sidebar. Go ahead, have a look, I know you want to.

(I bet you’re asking – what tipped the scales in favor of Jaded Sunburns? Well, I’m really hoping she’ll bake some cookies and send them my way :D )

Surviving Christmas

I’ve been so busy Getting Stuff Done™ that I haven’t had an opportunity to write about my Christmas experience. To sum it up, I survived.

My dad showed up and the energy changed – as was expected. But we quickly got past that.

I planned to serenade my sister because she always, without fail, asks me “how come you don’t play the flute anymore?

My father saw the flute laying on the counter and looked at me funny when he said, “you still play this? I remember when I got you this flute…” and I had to kindly cut him off to let him know I bought the flute he was holding while I was in college.

I started to panic when he opened the case and started showing it around, in awe of its golden keys, but all I could imagine was a head joint (or other very important piece) of my very cherished, very expensive flute meeting with the very hard floor.

When he placed it safely back on the counter, I don’t think I’ve ever felt such relief before in my life.

When I told him I still had the flute he bought for me in 7th grade, he didn’t say it, but I could tell he was happy to hear it. It was all over his face. Then he complained a bit as he recollected having to drive me a few miles to a concert in the 8th grade because I had a solo.

(It always bothered me that he could not see my accomplishments – hundreds of flautists auditioned, but I was the one selected – he just saw it as an inconvenience in his schedule. That’s probably why I stopped trying.)

I had just started playing Silent Night when Cameron called from the other room “hey, what are you guys watching in there, that sounds beautiful?” He actually thought it was a show on t.v.

The rest of the folks that were subjected to my playing started singing along and swaying to the beat. That made me happy. When people enjoyed my music was when I was most happy.

We then ate dinner, spread out in so many rooms. The children upstairs playing video games. Other people in the garage, some in the kitchen, some in the living room. A familiar scene – and a comforting one.

I made bread! And people liked it! Seriously. I’m not just saying that either.

I was so worried no one eat it or like it, but they did. It was a buttermilk white bread and at the end of the evening people were placing orders, I felt so special.

My sister wraps present in plastic bag with bow I snapped a quick pic of my absolute favorite Christmas present wrapping job of all time. You have no idea just how much I love my sister ROFL.

It was fun. I got to watch grown people act a fool, I got to laugh and forget about any problems and just bask in love (yes, I know that’s so cheesy).

At the end of the day, watching the videos, it made me smile. I am a very lucky person to have such a great family. Broken and misguided as we are, we’re still family.

Drugstore.com – The Biggest Spammers I Know

Well, maybe not the biggest, but they’re damn close.

I ordered one product from them nearly a year ago and they continue to send me e-mail for more products and specials despite my many requests to be removed from their mailing list.

When I e-mailed their customer service with my request to be removed, they told me to make sure none of the options are selected in my e-mail preferences.

Well, my fine readers – does it look like there is a check mark next to anything in my e-mail preferences? No? Yea, it didn’t look that way to me either.

So why, then, does Drugstore.com insist on sending me crap that I don’t want? It’s like they think I will somehow stop being pissed that they’re spamming me and that I’ll send them more of my money or something.

Open letter to Drugstore.com – get it through your thick skulls – I will never buy anything from you again, ever. Actually, I’m sorry I ever bought anything from you in the first place. So, kindly, please stop sending your crap to me.

If you’re thinking about buying anything from drugstore.com, one word: don’t.

(Note: Since I’m the owner of the domain name they insist on spamming, I’ve set up a forwarder to reroute all their e-mail messages back to their customer service department. I hope they enjoy it.)

Dude, Here’s Your Prozac…

Look, there’s another little screen shot in my sidebar – isn’t it cute? If you click on it, it will take you to a place called “Dude Where’s My Prozac?” – you know you want to go, but dude, don’t forget to come back ;) .

(again, if you don’t like bad words, consider yourself warned.)

Happy Merry Chrismakwanzakah (Redux)

I want to wish you the best possible holiday season. I want you and your family to be happy, healthy, and safe. And may your lives all be prosperous in the new year and beyond.

Last year, I left you with a Chrismakwanzakah poem (well, really just a Christmas poem), so I’ll continue the tradition. finish reading »

Help. Me.

You know how I said I was finished shopping? Well, I was only lying to myself.

My neighbor left me a gift on my doorstep while I was out yesterday and I haven’t gotten her a thing. To make matters worse, all the back up gifts I bought are for men, not women.

I’m worried about one set of gifts that was due to arrive yesterday, but isn’t here yet. Everything I ordered from Amazon and Red Envelope arrived with break neck speed. Why does Overstock need to be slow and pokey?

It’s the day before Christmas and my sister just woke me up because apparently, she forgot about a few family members too. My stance? If I didn’t get them a gift, they obviously didn’t tell me what they wanted (please refer back to the Happy Thanksgiving entry), so tough noogies.

But, after much begging and pleading on her part (it really was quite pathetic), I am mall bound for the third time in three days. I guess it won’t be so bad, at least I can grab a last minute gift for my neighbor, and maybe a few more back up gifts for the cousins I’m sure I don’t know about, but will most likely show up.

Finally, It Is Done…

This year I made myself a promise to purchase all my holiday gifts online (last year I got elbowed by an old lady because we were both eying the same toy).

Let me tell you, buying online is just about as bad as buying in the stores. So much scrolling, and typing, and bad navigation. My fingers hurt. I just want to crawl into a hole and shake like a scared little girl.

Christmas is here…

At least in my home.

It came despite my kicking and screaming. Apparently there was no stopping it. I even got a tree, and decorated it. It may be a pathetic little tree, but it’s my pathetic little tree, and Little Tiger seems to like (chewing on) it, too.

On another note, the flash on my camera is amazing. The shot taken with flash is done in a completely darkened room, looks pretty good, doesn’t it?

Welcome to my side panel

Well, I’m being slow again, sorry.

If you glance over to the sidebar — yea, right over there — you’ll notice that it’s being occupied by a tiny screenshot of a blog called The Rock Bitch. It’s actually a pretty cool site, so why not take a minute to visit? It can be your present to yourself :)

One more thing before I forget – if you don’t like, use, or want to be near profanity of any sort – you may want to hold off on clicking that link up there (for that matter, you may not want to read some of the entries in my archive).