Catchup From 2008 (Fondue and Presents and Group Photos)

For Christmas, all of us in the house had each other as Secret Santa's so we had a little Party to give each other our gifts. We had food too of course; massive amounts of melted chocolate and cookies and cake and fruit and cream puffs to dip in it. Heavenly. Everyone got each other the perfect presents and ate tons of chocolate and took group photos and played games. I got the Best Mug Ever, tea and an 'I heart my pet' bicycle bell (perfect!) from my Secret Santa, Lauren. It was like Christmas morning; only better.

Catchup from 2008 (Chickens, (-)Heat, and Kung Fu Salsa Xmas Party)

The Cornerstone House had an International Ugly Sweater Christmas Party. Janoodle and I got dressed up in our Christmas Finest.Lisa and MJ however had a different reaction when they saw us. When we got to the party Eileen from the Pink House greeted us with the comment "Nothing about this is SAFE". Janoodle and MJ got right with the spirit of things and started testing out the gymnastic rings hanging from the trees.
We then tried to convince Bread Brian not to kill his non-egg-laying chicken, Sarah Palin.

After failing miserably we checked out Bread Brian's solution to not having heat in his house. Definitely make a Man Cave in your room if you don't have heat.
We then ended the night with learning how to do Kung Fu Salsa Dancing. Painful, but fun.

Research=Hell (and) Hell=Research

I am convinced hell will consist of one or perhaps both (if you are in need of extra punishment) of the following options:

1) An eternal research project which will never end but yet will have ever looming deadlines. There will be an eternal literature review in conjunction with an eternal research proposal and defenses and absolutely endless data collection and analysis.

2) An eternal car ride in a small compact car going nowhere. Just endless driving, FOREVER. No bathroom breaks, no getting out to stretch your legs, not even asking where you are, because you are NOWHERE. No scenery, no snacks, no magazines, just you and the car. Perhaps for extra punishment there will be a couple of people you really don’t like to fight with for eternity.

I’m not really sure which of these options would be worse. Its a toss up.

I think I need to cut back on my WOOT time

I was on WOOT again, and I found this shirt as one of the derby options to vote for. I almost laughed out loud in the library.

Therefore I:

a) want one;

b) will wear it with pride;

c) need to start dumpster diving again. I miss having more bags of salad than I know what to do with.

Hmmm, I don't know about you WOOT

I bought a WOOT shirt. Only $6.66 too, wait a minute, isn't 666 a bad number? What is WOOT trying to pull. The deal is you don't know what one you are going to get, so it could be a really crappy shirt, but its only $6.66. I probably should wait until there's one I really like and pay the extra $4 but what's the fun in that?

It won't die on my watch

Don't worry Lauren, I'm watering the tree. Just in case you don't believe me, this is for you:

I guess I would hallucinate tootsie rolls too

Thanksgiving: movies, key lime pie, apple cider, Chinese buffets and Mom getting a Gmail account. Family, food, food, more food and Mom trying to get the mouse to work. What more could you want for Thanksgiving?

P.S. the Red Panda Buffet has sushi! All you can eat sushi. Now true, its not great sushi but its all you can eat.

Have you noticed nobody really talks to each other at buffets? Its more of a "Wow, this is really good"; "I'm going to get more of this"; "Aww, its all gone, are they going to put more out?"; "Oh, this is not so good, don't get that"; "Hey, where did you get that?"; "I'm so full, I'll just eat this last thing"; "Where is the dessert?".

The whole meal you are either getting up to get more food, thinking about what you are going to get next, deciding if what you are eating is good enough to get again, worrying if it'll be gone before you get up again or trying to figure out how to get the most food in the least trips. Basically there's not much room to think about the people you're eating with. Its really all about you and the food.