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Saturday, December 27, 2003
You know you wish you were here right now, singing showtunes at the top of your lungs and knitting with me.
(If I never see another pair of these as long as I live it will be too soon. But I haven't made a pair for my OWN cold feet!)
You can't stop my happiness 'cause I like the way I am
and you just can't stop my knife and fork when I see a Christmas ham
so if you don't like the way I look
well I just don't give a da-HAM!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:18 PM | shower me with attention
(If I never see another pair of these as long as I live it will be too soon. But I haven't made a pair for my OWN cold feet!)
You can't stop my happiness 'cause I like the way I am
and you just can't stop my knife and fork when I see a Christmas ham
so if you don't like the way I look
well I just don't give a da-HAM!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:18 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, December 26, 2003
Poor old Tavie, all alone at Mint Manor until Sunday. Except for my fuzzy orange monsters, Puff Daddy and The Grinch.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:09 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:09 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 25, 2003
It's nice having my little family here at Mint Manor while Gina is in Kansas City. It feels like playing grown-up, being the hostess with my family spending Christmas at my house. I'm the only one with a key, and I know where all the towels are, and the measuring cups, and the neighbourhood grocery stores. It's nifty.
It smells like duck in here. Duck is my favourite food in the whole world.
I got one gift to unwrap, from Santa Kirsten, who went to Sephora for L'Occitane, one of my favourite bath-beauty product lines, and I got the milk shampoo I've been coveting for so long, and other fancy L'occitane things. Other than that I got a printout from Amazon informing me that 11 of my most-coveted wishlist items will be arriving the first week in January! Wowie Zowie! Finally, my Sports Night DVDs! Finally, Wolves of the Calla! Finally, The Knitter's Book of Finishing Techniques! Thank you, Santa Joan!!!
Santa Mom and Dad bought me the KITH DVDs so I got that present early, and also the little matter of the trip to Disney World in January. Santa Mom loved the fingerless gloves I knitted her and Santa Kirst loved the shrug.
Santa Spike is being naughty so he's locked up in Stephanie's room with some water and crunchies and toys until after dinner.
No one's coming to Mint Manor for New Year's. I was so disappointed when I heard, I had to take a long nap so I wouldn't cry. It was going to be a huge group of goils, but everyone's plans got foiled or delayed. Some are coming later in January and some are shooting for the springtime. But Stephanie is coming back soon and we still hold out hope for Cheryl... and I always hold out hope that erin will have nothing better to do...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:52 PM | shower me with attention
It smells like duck in here. Duck is my favourite food in the whole world.
I got one gift to unwrap, from Santa Kirsten, who went to Sephora for L'Occitane, one of my favourite bath-beauty product lines, and I got the milk shampoo I've been coveting for so long, and other fancy L'occitane things. Other than that I got a printout from Amazon informing me that 11 of my most-coveted wishlist items will be arriving the first week in January! Wowie Zowie! Finally, my Sports Night DVDs! Finally, Wolves of the Calla! Finally, The Knitter's Book of Finishing Techniques! Thank you, Santa Joan!!!
Santa Mom and Dad bought me the KITH DVDs so I got that present early, and also the little matter of the trip to Disney World in January. Santa Mom loved the fingerless gloves I knitted her and Santa Kirst loved the shrug.
Santa Spike is being naughty so he's locked up in Stephanie's room with some water and crunchies and toys until after dinner.
No one's coming to Mint Manor for New Year's. I was so disappointed when I heard, I had to take a long nap so I wouldn't cry. It was going to be a huge group of goils, but everyone's plans got foiled or delayed. Some are coming later in January and some are shooting for the springtime. But Stephanie is coming back soon and we still hold out hope for Cheryl... and I always hold out hope that erin will have nothing better to do...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:52 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
My favourite Christmas card this year was Dave Roman's Holiday Memories. My mom really liked it, too.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:11 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:11 PM | shower me with attention
Catapulting Santa is even more fun than shuffling penguins. Christmas diversions on the web make me happy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:45 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:45 PM | shower me with attention
Isn't it cool how most of the letters in my name are symmetrical?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:05 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:05 AM | shower me with attention
Hey, man. I don't do holiday blues. I do holiday reds and greens. So obviously it's the faulty medication. What a day. I have a good mommy. She tried to cheer me up. You really can't cheer up someone whose brain chemistry is fundamentally broken.
My dad lost his words again today. Personally observed aphasia event number two. Mom says he's getting old. He's only 66, how is that old? That's not old. I intend to ask his doctor some questions. I'm going to accompany him to his next appointment and ask some questions. In the meantime, keep me off of the medical websites, for I am not qualified to diagnose this and all the surfing does is convince me that my father is on the verge of a stroke. And that thought makes me want to die.
Hey, Merry Christmas Eve, everybody.
Me and Inca Stinka just watched Catch Me If You Can. Some good acting in that movie. Good story. And the recurring Christmas theme that threaded the storyline, the desolate, lonely, working Christmases, felt oddly right to me tonight.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:43 AM | shower me with attention
My dad lost his words again today. Personally observed aphasia event number two. Mom says he's getting old. He's only 66, how is that old? That's not old. I intend to ask his doctor some questions. I'm going to accompany him to his next appointment and ask some questions. In the meantime, keep me off of the medical websites, for I am not qualified to diagnose this and all the surfing does is convince me that my father is on the verge of a stroke. And that thought makes me want to die.
Hey, Merry Christmas Eve, everybody.
Me and Inca Stinka just watched Catch Me If You Can. Some good acting in that movie. Good story. And the recurring Christmas theme that threaded the storyline, the desolate, lonely, working Christmases, felt oddly right to me tonight.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:43 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Fa ra ra ra ra
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 PM | shower me with attention
This is fun: Go make your own snowflake! It's addictive. This is mine.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:02 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:02 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 22, 2003
Ladies and gentlemen, WE HAVE TREE!
Not only do we have tree (which I will be decorating later, by myself, as soon as this Penn and Teller Bullshit! marathon is over), but erin took me to see Santaland at Macy's and to the ornament department at Bloomingdale's.
And I am finally done with school until Februrary, and I gave Terry the mittens I made him (with his initials clumsily embroidered one-- anyone wanna teach me to embroider over knitting?)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 PM | shower me with attention
Not only do we have tree (which I will be decorating later, by myself, as soon as this Penn and Teller Bullshit! marathon is over), but erin took me to see Santaland at Macy's and to the ornament department at Bloomingdale's.
And I am finally done with school until Februrary, and I gave Terry the mittens I made him (with his initials clumsily embroidered one-- anyone wanna teach me to embroider over knitting?)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 PM | shower me with attention
Refresh!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, and I figured it out: the menorah's not backwards because, theoretically, she is lighting the candle, so it's facing the right way from Faerie's perspective. Ha!
I've though about this too much.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:06 PM | shower me with attention
I've though about this too much.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:06 PM | shower me with attention
Wow. You just can't make me care about Delacroix's use of colour, or Goethe's colour theories, or Kandinsky's use of colour, or optical mixing, this close to Christmas. You just can't. In 20 minutes I have my art final, but my douchebag teacher is treating it like a normal class, with homework-giving (and him analyzing everyone's work individually while the rest of us die of boredom) and slide lecture as well as the test.
Well, he'd better give the final first because I am NOT leaving that class after 7 pm. I have a Christmas tree to buy and the Boy Scouts pack up shop at 8. Fuck this. School needs to be over. It's ridiculous that I am in school right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:05 PM | shower me with attention
Well, he'd better give the final first because I am NOT leaving that class after 7 pm. I have a Christmas tree to buy and the Boy Scouts pack up shop at 8. Fuck this. School needs to be over. It's ridiculous that I am in school right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:05 PM | shower me with attention
I'm just such a poor Jew. I'm totally lighting that faerie's candles backwards. And she's like, "Since when am I Jewish, anyway? I'm a faerie. We don't do religion."
Poor thing. She looks kind of annoyed with me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:57 PM | shower me with attention
Poor thing. She looks kind of annoyed with me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:57 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 21, 2003
How are these so eerily accurate?
Congratulations! You're Pippin!
Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 PM | shower me with attention
Congratulations! You're Pippin!
Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 PM | shower me with attention
And also, we joined my parents and my dad's friends for a showing of Return of the King today and it was even better the second time.
And my mom brought MEAD and paper cups and we shared a highly illegal toast in the lobby of the movie theatre. To the ending of the great trilogy. I have never met bigger nerds than my parents.
Mead is pretty good. Not as sweet as I thought it would be.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:45 PM | shower me with attention
And my mom brought MEAD and paper cups and we shared a highly illegal toast in the lobby of the movie theatre. To the ending of the great trilogy. I have never met bigger nerds than my parents.
Mead is pretty good. Not as sweet as I thought it would be.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:45 PM | shower me with attention
The Night Erin Saved Christmas
Once upon a time in Mint Manor
some stupid girls didn't know how to hook up a VCR.
They flipped through the TiVo manual, scratching their heads with confusion.
So many cables! So many wires!
One of them fled in despair to the soothing, smoky embrace of the barbecue sauce pools of Kansas City.
The other one sat alone in front of the television, weeping.
"However will we have Christmas without The Muppet Family Christmas?
Pee Wee's Christmas Special?
Mickey's Christmas Carol?
Why aren't they on DVD?
Without these videocassettes, my family will have to spend watching bad marathons!"
All of a sudden, there was a burst of bright green light from the fireplace and the scent of expensive face cream and candy canes filled the room,
and out stepped an elf named Erin.
Her pointy-toed, bell-tipped elf shoes danced lightly across the carpet.
She jumped spryly over a sleeping cat.
She glanced dismissively at the crying girl and wordlessly twinkled over on tippy-tippy toes to the mass of wires and consoles that was the entertainment unit.
Bending at the waist, her hands waved over the entertainment unit like the small cartoon hands of Charles Schulz characters waving over a skinny Christmas tree,
and, o miracle,
o wonder,
o Christmas joy,
when her hands stopped waving, there behind them stood a wondrous sight:
not a Christmas tree,
but a VCR that said "PLAY"
and a tv screen that played what was in the VCR.
"But," gasped Tavie, "does the TiVo still work?!"
And wordlessly, the elf pressed a button, and lo they did see that it did.
And that is how Erin the Elf saved Christmas.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:30 PM | shower me with attention
Once upon a time in Mint Manor
some stupid girls didn't know how to hook up a VCR.
They flipped through the TiVo manual, scratching their heads with confusion.
So many cables! So many wires!
One of them fled in despair to the soothing, smoky embrace of the barbecue sauce pools of Kansas City.
The other one sat alone in front of the television, weeping.
"However will we have Christmas without The Muppet Family Christmas?
Pee Wee's Christmas Special?
Mickey's Christmas Carol?
Why aren't they on DVD?
Without these videocassettes, my family will have to spend watching bad marathons!"
All of a sudden, there was a burst of bright green light from the fireplace and the scent of expensive face cream and candy canes filled the room,
and out stepped an elf named Erin.
Her pointy-toed, bell-tipped elf shoes danced lightly across the carpet.
She jumped spryly over a sleeping cat.
She glanced dismissively at the crying girl and wordlessly twinkled over on tippy-tippy toes to the mass of wires and consoles that was the entertainment unit.
Bending at the waist, her hands waved over the entertainment unit like the small cartoon hands of Charles Schulz characters waving over a skinny Christmas tree,
and, o miracle,
o wonder,
o Christmas joy,
when her hands stopped waving, there behind them stood a wondrous sight:
not a Christmas tree,
but a VCR that said "PLAY"
and a tv screen that played what was in the VCR.
"But," gasped Tavie, "does the TiVo still work?!"
And wordlessly, the elf pressed a button, and lo they did see that it did.
And that is how Erin the Elf saved Christmas.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:30 PM | shower me with attention
