Damn, I have been waiting days for my flippin' Christmas gifts from (e:pyrcedgrrl).

who does she think she is, holding out on me?????

Being hospitalized, discolored yellow with jaudice and in pain is NO EXCUSE, girlfriend.

haha.. just kidding. I am relieved that you are better and made it though.
I am sorry that you didn't have any hot doctors and that the procedure didn't go through based on my dirty rendition. But alas, you are home. YAY!

now gimme my gifts :)

xxoo

A little more holiday cheer- a twist on "White Christmas", becomes, "white trash Christmas". It is just wrong on so many levels. Thats why it is funny and why I love it. Humping dogs, hehe. (e:pyrcedgrrl), this one is for you and for those of you who have a little back woods humor..




and 'cause my mind is in the gutter first and wherever else it needs to be second:




______________________________

I am on an old computer and have found a plethora of wickedly funny and incriminating photos. Come to think of it, I have a bunch of old school photos shoved in picture boxes and photo albums. I sense a project coming on..
There are so many that I may just open a flickr account. I usually load pictures into my Friendster photo album, but they are not as accessable, I don't think.

15 minutes left of Christmas and it is officially over.

Hope everyone had a great day!

~Carey

Merry Christmas [search]typeHere[/search]

Be safe
Be happy

spike your coffee, hot cocoa, egg nog or morning orange juice, and have a fabulous day.


back to wrapping gifts...

:)
xxoo
Carey

I began and finished my Christmas shopping today. It did not take long; however, I took my time and stared at stuff that I want.

I ran out of pretty much all of my favorite perfumes. So while I was in the mall, I hung out at the perfume counters trying to figure out what I like. I want all that I have run out of, but I like finding new smells as well. I am digging the Kenneth Cole Reactions and Kenneth Cole Black. I think.

It is hard to tell after I had been sniffing bottles for an hour; even with whiffs of coffee beans in between. They didn't have samples for me to take. It helps to determine how it smells later on mixed with your chemistry after top note dissipation. I think I will like them anyways; they have similar smell to others I have had. hmmm jasmine. After the holidays maybe I will go back in for a purchase.

Other stuff I like: electronics. aweeee yeh.

I stay out of stores for this reason. I hate wanting. ok, so its not that bad, but the temptation is overwhelming at times. All the electronics, gadgets, bells and whistles, and fun stuff. I want! I want! I want! *pouts, stomps foot*

shut up, carey.

Ok, so I am even sorer than I was this morning. The impact of elbow, hand, arms, and other major body parts slamming into concrete is the most probable culprit. My neck is especially stiff. Timika did not include the picture of my landing face first into the mattresses. That one hurt, lol. her entry with pics[inlink]ladycroft,152[/inlink] my entry [inlink]theecarey,68[/inlink]

I am in neeeeeeeeeeeed of a super thorough massage. oy.

Come on, carey complain a little more..

Um, my apartment is totally trashed again. I still haven't cleaned up from my cookie baking fiasco. It has just gotten progressively worse since then. I can't even find my cats. (E:pyrcedgrrl) suggested that I may have covered them in dough, rolled them out and baked them as well. Well, no one has complained about the cat fur infused cookies yet, so the kitters just may be under a clothes pile, or under a heap of dishes, or under the random shopping items strewn all over the floor. I made the mistake of leaving out a pile of tissue paper. It no longer exists in its original form. Tissue shreds, soggy with kitty saliva. Nice.

where are they? I know I didn't forget to feed or water them..

I love flowers. I am a big sap for flowers. I like them because they are pretty to look at, they smell good and they die. There is little room for neglect, which is perfect for me because I tend to neglect things.

I had a plant named Bob once. Yes, I named it. I never had a plant before and I though it needed a name. Seemed perfectly normal to me. A few years ago I went through a phase of naming everything Bob. Oddly, I also dated two Bobs at that time as well. I didn't date Bobs because I liked the name. I didn't name anything Bob because I liked them, haha. Er, yeh, I think you know what I mean. That's a story.

Ok, so my friend gave me his plant. I remember it was summertime and at first I took really good care of it. When winter came and there was less light coming through the windows, I thought it would be a good idea to actually place Bob on the window sill to soak up as much light as he could. That was all fine until I closed the curtains and forgot about him. Days later, I found his shriveled up little body just where I left him. It was sad. He was a tropical.

My roommate did not like that I killed his plant.

Last week I bought a small poinsettia.

I forgot I bought it.

I found it in my car a couple of days later.

I thought maybe it would recover.

Which it might have, if I hadn't forgotten about nursing it back to health.

Funny that I manage a garden and it does amazingly well.

I should mention that the spider plant that (e:matthew) brought me on my birthday is still alive and kicking. It could use some water, but it otherwise is still alive. I really have gotten much better since the "Bob incident". We will just forget about the poinsettia episode.


little red poinsettia that once was




Proof of life:





I found one!

I am sore today.

In hindsight, there are ample reasons for this.

Yesterday morning, I wiped out going down my icy stairs. It was graceful, as can be for slipping right on my ass. It was equal to 'sitting down really fast'. My arm caught part of the stair case.

(I have since tossed salt on it).

At work: physical interventions of the variety that I have not done in quite some time on a kid that I have not really worked with. Very strong and very aware.
I could feel it in my arms and butt. I also did some quick maneuvers to dodge biting, punching and kicking. oh, adrenaline.

Then there is last night.

oh boy.

I don't know whether to dread or anticipate, The Pictures.

Background: Growing up, (e:ladycroft) and I would often end up bloody, bruised and sore from our days adventures. She usually, ok, most always, ended up in worse condition. We would end up falling down the same cliff, wipe out on our bikes in the same traffic, get ourselves stuck in the same mud, fall out of the same tree and get tangled up in the same messes, but she managed to come out more beat up than I. She has the scars to prove it.

Now "grown up" we still end up being sore and feeling slightly beaten up after spending an evening in each others company. Not bloody. Not so much bruised. But definitely sore. Every time!

And so last night, I head out to Hilbert to hang with my buddy for a bit. We have the entire place to ourselves, a bunch of beer and our adventurous spirit to guide us into trouble. Or to the ER. Haha.

I didn't have my camera, but Timika did. It began with something I said, did or how I looked that all of a sudden she was doubled over trying not to piss herself with laughter. So, I grabbed her camera and it went with us everywhere for the remainder of the evening.

In summation, a few sore spots could also be contributed to: Sushi eating, really bad pool playing, tricycle riding, modified basketball (in a garbage can), high speed mattress diving, staircase mattress riding and holy hell, I think at some point we even took off our shirts. It seemed a really good idea at the time, lmao!

So yeh. She's got the pictures.
Update: here they are..[inlink]ladycroft,152[/inlink]
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Off to shower and finally start my Christmas shopping. (journal prompt)
I am sure to update later...

(stealth entry at work..)

Been doing nothing but eating all day at work. And all sorts of stuff that my body does not recognize. My taste buds are happy though. However, I am never ever eating ever again. hmmkay?


No class tonight, yay!!



Later, strippers.

~carey

Whats up sudsy hot bath?

Nah, I haven't forgotten about you.

I know, I know.. the book and wine are waiting.

Be right there, yo.


From atleast 9:30 am on, I had been encouraged to go to Caputis by co-work friends.

"Hey Care, what do you think about Happy Hour?"
(you don't think. you just do)

"So Care.. whatcha doin' after work? Caputis, right?!
(hmm.. maybe)

"Carey are you going to Caputis?"
(probably..)

as I am walking out the door.. "Oh Carey Bears.."
(yes?)

"..you are expected at Caputis. If you aren't there, you will be tracked down and bludgeoned."

"oh and don't be late"

Alright, alright. I am coming. Yeesh.

So after all that, I am the first to arrive. I kick back and wait a bit.

A bit impatient, I contemplate leaving. When the first few arrive, I scrunch up my face in mock, "I am totally put out from waiting for you" look. It doesn't suit me, as they found humor in my ill attempt at "bitchy", and they placate me with, "shut up, I am buying you a beer". Easy enough.

A half dozen of us drinking, engaging in shop talk, movies, sex and other random topics.
Good conversation..the kind that gets heated, obnoxious, hilarious and lewd, all punctuated with occasional melodious belches (boys!). I learned a lot this evening from a few of my friends. I guess it was being in a group of people and listening to their life tales. How on some levels I can relates, then on others, I am completely clueless. And that all too familiar "on the outside looking in" feeling surfaces.

And so, a few Sam Adams winter fest pints later, while still remembering that it is back to work in the morning, I pull myself away from the group and make my way out the door.

Ahh, the steaming soak beckons..

the mess continues.


My first stab at making cookies from scratch. I have more to make, but this is about it. I am wiped out. Some of them turned out enormous. I even made frosting. I made due with the few supplies that I did buy. Someone really really into this could go all sorts of crazy in the artistic sense.

cookie poo.


The mess.


some of the yum.



A candle loses none of its light by lighting another candle.
- Unknown

Off to read and then dream land.

Good night :)
Carey

"The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn't being said." Peter Drucker

For the past couple of months I have been enjoying Sunday mornings. I had been introduced to the simple pleasure of making a pot of coffee and sitting down to read the paper-watch some tv(sports, news, random channel flipping); which always happens to be a sunday morning and so an association has been made. Besides it is a very nice, normal, serene way to break into the day.

I had intended to do that this morning followed by some skiing and then baking.

Today was not such a day. I woke up entirely too late in the day to warrant lazy morning activities. It was mid afternoon and I had a pounding headache from sleeping in. In total it was a respectable amount of sleeping hours, but I just did not want to get out of bed. I was warm and comfy and not quite ready to face the day. I slipped in and out of dreams. The really juicy ones were especially hard to let go of, so in a way I forced myself back into sleep; they were really good :) I could have kept going if it weren't for the headache. Not that a headache would ever really stop me..

I did get to the baking part of my itinerary. Which wholly suprises me. I am not sure what has gotten into me. Baking. From scratch. On purpose. Without the proper cooking utensils. I pretty much guessed on everything. I remembered to use pot holders!

I did buy parchment paper, thanks to (e:kara). That stuff is pretty cool. And I will be making Kara Kanes© [inlink]kara,2[/inlink] (for recipe)

Ooh, what a mess I have made. This will be atleast a two day deal. I only got to cooking one of the recipes. I did prep the various sugar cookie doughs. Next will be cut outs, baking then decorating. I really needed pictures of myself. I was covered in cookie dough guts, flour and other squishy baking remnants.








So many parties this weekend, but the Snow Party was priority!

It is always a pleasure to chill with the [search]typeHere[/search] peeps. Many familiar faces and a few new ones. Nice :)

I had my camera, but I only took a few pictures. The real Christmas tree was quite attractive with its shiny bulbs, tinsel and star trek ornaments. That would be Capatin Bacard at the top.




"Dont get tinsel all over the place"








(e:ladycroft) [inlink]ladycroft,146[/inlink] has a bunch of pics, included a nice one of her and I. And my fishnet stocking mishap. haha.

Shopping could be quite delighful if all that is required of me is to find the most tackiest or obscure gift. In my pursuit of fun and to stay true to my quirky personality, I buy such items anyway.

Soon, I must go Christmas shopping; without buying random things for me. I've still got a week. I work best under pressure, anyways.

Other than once or twice, the snow has not made its way to Youngstown. I am still waiting.. patiently..for new snow. I'm itching to ski.

Last nights quick refueling.. even random shopping builds an appetite:



Boston was just about to close.They had little to choose from. I had some meatloaf form, green smooshy stuff and mashed potatoes. It tasted good to me. Although I could do a better job on the meat loaf. For some reason I have been really wanting that lately. I will have to succomb to my meatlaof desires soon. My last intense food craving was Ketchup. I stopped at nothing to get it, haha.

One last thought..becuase it makes me giggle...

Save a cow,
Eat a Vegetarian.

That is all.