photo of the day #74

More like Scary Christmas.

good times never seemed so good...

SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!

I've had Neil Diamond's, Sweet Caroline, playing in my head all today. This is me boasting, not complaining.

I went out to my car this morning to find it being broken in to... making it the 4th time it's been broken in to since we've moved into the Avenues. 

Reader, I laughed when I saw my car was "broken" in to. I have absolutely nothing of value in that thing... Unless you think some old clothes and some recyclables I keep forgetting to drop off at the dumpster is valuable. I wish I could see the robber's face when he gets in and is like, ".... uh.... " and then awkwardly closes the door and walks down the street scratching his head.

Kaleena: 1 Car Robber(s): 0

Also, another reason why I really didn't care that my car was violated (don't you hate that feeling of knowing someone you have no idea is, was in your car? ewww) because the night before I experienced Norwegian pancakes for the first time and I was day dreaming about them. I'm still day dreaming about them...

I agree Reader, they do look like crepes. I wish I didn't eat those so fast last night so I could have snapped a picture... (that one up there is from Google).  I'm blaming my lack of self control and stomach.

photo of the day #73

It was an emotional day at the Steamtown Mall.

The babies are afraid of Santa.

Santa is recalling the first time he watched Homeward Bound when Shadow got stuck down in the mud hole.

i like turquoise and yellow together.

This is what I wore today.

And this is as close to a 'fashion blog' as I'll ever get.

and just a few more christmas decorations.

We put the last up of our Christmas decorations. Which includes:

+Charlie Brown's Christmas tree.

+A Santa snow globe.

+A Christmas bell that plays 8 different carols.

Steve hanging his favorite bell... His Grandma had it ever since he was a baby (even longer!) and he gave it to him as a gift for Christmas last year.  Go Steve! You hang that bell!

christmas is almost over.

Do you see that? The mouse is in the 14th pouch! This is the little, handy Christmas calendar we have hanging in the kitchen. My Mom gave it to me. Me and my Sister's used to loooooove when it was our turn to move the mouse. I still do. I think one year my Mom put chocolates in there... I might be making this up though, it's a little vague.

I don't want Christmas/December to end. Do you know what that means? The ugliest and lamest month of the year is next, JANUARY. Boooo! What a truly awful month.

Leave it to me to miss Christmas already when it's only December 14th.

IN OTHER NEWS: I think I was insulted today. A guy at my work was trying to bribe my into doing him a favor (work related, get your head out of the gutter, pervert!) before I left for the day.
 

He - "If you do blah blah blah I'll get you a soda!" the blah blah blah's are for the sake of not boring you to death my work

Me - "I love free stuff."

He - "What kind do you want? Something diet?"

Me - "....do you think I need diet??" *I honestly didn't care, I get a major kick at making people think they offended me/hurt my feelings when I really don't give a crap.

He - "OH! No, I just thought.. well.. you just look.. in shape.. I..."

Me - "I changed my mind, I don't want a soda...."

Long story short I got TWO free sodas. Oh yeah.

photo of the day #72

Snowmen have emergencies too!

"We need to make this quick, I don't have much time. He was chasing me with a hair dryer!"

something great is happening and i am proud!

So here I am, after a productive weekend and a surprisingly productive Monday at work, I'm laying on the couch with the Christmas tree lights on.... IN A SPOTLESS living room!! Well, I'm not that professional at cleaning, so I'm sure there are a few spots around here but I just want you to know Reader, I did clean this weekend. Oh yeah.

However, there will be no 'bits of my weekend' due to my unusual cleaning ways. But besides cleaning, I basically ate this for every meal this weekend, including breakfast.

Right now I am home alone. Not only am I home alone but I am also very irrationally afraid. I think the man I hear at the bottom of our building is plotting how to scale up our building to break in through our bathroom window and hide behind the shower curtain. Then, when I go in there to go to bathroom he will strike when I am most vulnerable. I thought about peeking behind the shower curtain when I go in there, but I mean, what would I do if he's there? Fight him? Yeah, right.

My imagination is my worst enemy.

IN OTHER NEWS: Today my most favorite thing happened to me. I texted Steve and as soon as I set my phone down, it already buzzed. But It wasn't a response from Steve... it was the exact same text that I texted Steve! We texted each other the same thing at the same time. I think that's cool. And I think I'm lame for getting that excited over it.

photo of the day #71

When Santa Claus and America's Most Wanted, meet.

does people watching count as a hobby?

I hope it does.

Tonight we went bowling at Bonwood, where their motto is, Cheap and Clean Enough, and Reader, that's all the qualities I look for in a bowling alley... and life for that matter. (jk) When I was waiting for my turn to bowl, it's a choice time to people watch. Tonight, I observed a 30ish year old man wearing a shirt that said,

Yo Soy Jesus Freak

Well, he got the freak part right at least...

After we bowled, we went to diminish a plate of cheese fries [insert angelic choir music here] at Dee's. Now Reader, Dee's is the outstanding capital to people watch... DMV is the first runner up.

I wanted to document every person that came through the door but I guess some people don't like to be photographed by people they don't know that are hiding behind the booth holding the camera out far enough to get a snap. I even wondered if everyone in the restaurant would be willing to assemble for a group shot...

Here is a list of things I saw:

+A girl with a completely shaved head... except for some bangs.

+A 40ish year old lady wearing a halter top shirt that looked like Dorothy's ruby slippers and Jnco Jeans.

+A group of girls dressed in Santa-like lingerie.... er.... yeah.

+A pretty girl dressed quite cute.... without shoes. Eek.

+A man kiss another man while laughing... then run out the door quickly.

However, I did snap a few shots, but these won't nearly do as much justice as I would like.

You see those bare feet?? EEP!

expectations of my weekend in list form.

My IDEAL list for this weekend:

+Do a bajillion loads of laundry.

+Fold those bajillion loads of laundry.

+Clean the entire living room. 

+Clean out the fridge and pantry.

+Clean the bathroom. Including the tub/shower

  +Find some sort of tree topper for our Christmas tree.

+Start Christmas cards.

+Go to my family's Christmas party.

+Grocery shop.

+Paint my nails. so so so long over due.

+Not procrastinate.

My REALISTIC list for this weekend:

+Eat all and possibly the rest of that glorious cheesecake we bought last night.

  +Forget about cleaning and watch Christmas movies. Home Alone, yesssss.

+Add to my laundry piles instead of minimize them.

+People watch from our kitchen window.

+Sit down to blog but catch myself staring off into space over my laptop screen.

+Continue to start at my nails and think, yeah, I should get these done.

+Procrastinate.

+Go to the grocery store... but for junk food. 

+Draw doodles of dogs that I wish I had.

+Go to my family's Christmas party.

+Find a pet store to play with cage full of puppies and possibly kittens.

I'm cheering for the first list, but deep down I know the second list will happen. Maybe someday I'll know what it's like to cross something off a to-do list, someday...

IN OTHER NEWS: Have you ever gotten an e-mail or a link sent to you to check out some optical illusions? Have you ever clicked the link and  read their instructions like, move your head around in circle while staring at the image or draw a Z with one finger and make a scissor motion with the other hand while sticking your tongue out. You get the picture. Well Reader, I'm pretty sure these optical illusions don't work and someone out there who created them is laughing to themselves at the thought of millions of people doing RIDICULOUS stuff in front of their computer screens, just to see a trippy image. Today, I became on of those million people.

amen.

I agree Reader, this is very cheesy... But you know what, I like cheese.

photo of the day #69

Happy birthday, Jim Morrison. I'd light your fire any day.

a seafood lovers dream!

I am obsessed with sea food. It's my favorite food besides salty and spicy stuff. We've never been to Marketstreet Grill before, which is supposedly the best place in town to get stuffed full of sea food. It's only 3 minutes away from our building so we splurged! I say splurged cause even though it was very delightful to our bellies, it was not-so-pleasant to our wallets.

I struggled deciding with just ONE thing off the menu. It would've been easier to point out the things I didn't want to gorge off the menu. If you ever go, I recommend getting the fresh Idaho Trout (grilled and seasoned) with clam chowder. Besides the heavenly food which made me want to lick the plate, what else was awesome was me and our waiter made the same comment about a Neil Diamond Christmas song AT THE SAME TIME!

Awesome thing number two was the inside of the restaurant looks like you are on a real ship!

the cons of being a hypochondriac

WebMD.com and a hypochondriac is not a good mix. I go there to look up something minor and I leave the website diagnosing myself with a long word most people can't even pronounce or spell. Perhaps it's time to remove that from my -favorites-.

I cried today. Reader, I cried over an e-mail forward! It's as embarrassing as it sounds. I'm just happy this time it was a REAL reason to cry and not some 'what if' scenario my brain thought of. (that happens a lot)

The forward was about a blind girl who told her boyfriend if she could see the world she would want to marry him blah blah blah someone donates her some eyes. Then, once she is able to see she sees her boyfriend is blind too and doesn't want to be with him any more cause the sight of his eyes scare her. Well Reader, guess who donated those eyes? HER BOYFRIEND! That's when and why I started crying. There is a tissue box over there if you need one... grab me one while you are over there.

Now that I have everyone crying, I'm reminded of Christmas of 2005. The Christmas my sister (there are three sisters total)  moved out of our house, leaving me the only kid left at home with Mom and Dad (booorriiing!). Well we have a favorite Christmas song together, it's Christmas Canon by Trans-Siberian Orchestra. After a full Saturday of helping her move, I came home to an empty floor where me and my sisters all used to live together. I walk into my room and Christmas Canon comes on the radio. Reader, I dropped down on my knees with my head fallen back with clenched fists in the air and started crying. It wasn't THAT dramatic, but I did cry. I love my Sisters. Even though they put pennies in my diaper when I was a baby.