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Saturday, December 25, 2004
The inaugural Christmas at Tante Joan's Brooklyn Heights apartment is exceeding expectations. There has been much making of merry-- almost unheard-of levels of joyous celebration amongst my low-energy family. Last night we played much salsa music and every single one of us kicked up our heels in quite a raucous fashion. (There are pictures. You won't see them.)
Even my dad got up and danced. We kind of forced him to, but then he got into it.
Yes, I danced. I danced with everyone. (There are five of us, total.) I danced in a conga line. I shook it, baby. Me. Yes.
We ate of the snackies, watched White Christmas on tv and sang along to the "Sisters" song (except for my Party Pooper sister); we watched of course, A Muppet Family Christmas, singing along to all the carols, and the 2002 SNL Christmas special. When we turned out the lights to go to sleep, we couldn't stop giggling about Schweddy balls.
Today we woke up, ate our sumptuous breakfast casserole, opened our gifties, napped, and then walked across the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset. It was glorious. The colours of the sunset on the skyscrapers made the whole city looked decked out for Christmas. The moon is insanely bright and full tonight and it was magnificent against the lavender Monet-painting sky.
I got everything I wanted (well, I will when Amazon decides to deliver my gifties), including the long-awaited Denise interchangeable needles set(!!!) And, yes, my Season Two DVDs are on the way. (No tee shirt, boo.)
My sister got her iPod, and Santa Claus is also ordering me a new battery for my computer, and a vinyl sleeve for my poor, scratched iPod.
The pernil is almost ready. We will all smell like garlic for the rest of the week, so fair warning to anyone who has to share space with us...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:01 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 PM | shower me with attention
SHE FOUND IT ! ! !
My mom found A Muppet Family Christmas!
It's a FESTIVUS MIRACLE!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
Even my dad got up and danced. We kind of forced him to, but then he got into it.
Yes, I danced. I danced with everyone. (There are five of us, total.) I danced in a conga line. I shook it, baby. Me. Yes.
We ate of the snackies, watched White Christmas on tv and sang along to the "Sisters" song (except for my Party Pooper sister); we watched of course, A Muppet Family Christmas, singing along to all the carols, and the 2002 SNL Christmas special. When we turned out the lights to go to sleep, we couldn't stop giggling about Schweddy balls.
Today we woke up, ate our sumptuous breakfast casserole, opened our gifties, napped, and then walked across the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset. It was glorious. The colours of the sunset on the skyscrapers made the whole city looked decked out for Christmas. The moon is insanely bright and full tonight and it was magnificent against the lavender Monet-painting sky.
I got everything I wanted (well, I will when Amazon decides to deliver my gifties), including the long-awaited Denise interchangeable needles set(!!!) And, yes, my Season Two DVDs are on the way. (No tee shirt, boo.)
My sister got her iPod, and Santa Claus is also ordering me a new battery for my computer, and a vinyl sleeve for my poor, scratched iPod.
The pernil is almost ready. We will all smell like garlic for the rest of the week, so fair warning to anyone who has to share space with us...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:01 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, December 24, 2004
My mom found A Muppet Family Christmas!
It's a FESTIVUS MIRACLE!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
I think pretty much the whole department I work in has discovered my blog, so just so everyone knows: I don't use the names of people from work on my blog, out of superstition/courtesy/terror or something, and I don't really talk about work here.
But if I need to refer to you, I'll devise a nickname. (See "Captain Annoying", below.) I think I'll go with: J-Rock, Brando, Yoda, Lady Elusive, and Comrade. (Kirsten came up with the last one. She doesn't get a nickname, for obvious reasons.)
Anyway...
TJ just left to pick up the parents, and my sister is preparing the ceviche. We're doing a Caribbean theme this year, so we're having ceviche, pernil, coconut rice and beans, sauteed cabbage, rum cake, and things like that. Yummy. I'll even eat most of it, but in very controlled quantities, because I was just looking at Christmas pictures of me as a teenager, and if you think I'm a whale now, boy oh boy, back then I was a whale AND I had caterpillar eyebrows!
But Christmas is not a time to feel ugly, it is a time to eat Caribbean food. Ho ho ho!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:04 PM | shower me with attention
But if I need to refer to you, I'll devise a nickname. (See "Captain Annoying", below.) I think I'll go with: J-Rock, Brando, Yoda, Lady Elusive, and Comrade. (Kirsten came up with the last one. She doesn't get a nickname, for obvious reasons.)
Anyway...
TJ just left to pick up the parents, and my sister is preparing the ceviche. We're doing a Caribbean theme this year, so we're having ceviche, pernil, coconut rice and beans, sauteed cabbage, rum cake, and things like that. Yummy. I'll even eat most of it, but in very controlled quantities, because I was just looking at Christmas pictures of me as a teenager, and if you think I'm a whale now, boy oh boy, back then I was a whale AND I had caterpillar eyebrows!
But Christmas is not a time to feel ugly, it is a time to eat Caribbean food. Ho ho ho!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:04 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 23, 2004
It's obscenely warm out-- near 60 degrees-- very unChristmas-y weather, if you ask me.
We had dinner with Tante Joan at our favourite Brooklyn Heights Italian eatery, and now are making a few lazy, early preparations for the Christmas feast to come.
It's cozy here, and very Tante Joan-y. Very Christmas-y, too. And clean. So nice and clean... who needs the pure, driven snow when you have TJ's apartment?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention
We had dinner with Tante Joan at our favourite Brooklyn Heights Italian eatery, and now are making a few lazy, early preparations for the Christmas feast to come.
It's cozy here, and very Tante Joan-y. Very Christmas-y, too. And clean. So nice and clean... who needs the pure, driven snow when you have TJ's apartment?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention
Tonight, Miss Sis and I went over to M.-from-work's CAPTAIN ANNOYING's place and baked cookies with his girlfriend, J. (Why am I bothering with the initials, still? My blog couldn't be any more public if it tried. Still. Some semblance of professional, I dunno, courtesy or something, is... something... something...)
We made peanut butter blossoms. I had one. And I did have vodka and (sweetened) cranberry juice, and a Thai duck in a sauce that tasted like its base was honey or something, it was so sweet. Hey, it's Christmas. I've been Atkinsing for almost a year now. Fatty can have a wee bit o' Christmas if she wants to.
Tomorrow night, Miss Sis and I head over to Brooklyn Heights to start Christmas early with Tante Joan, as per tradition. (The parents will join us Friday night.)
I should've been asleep 20 minutes ago, and once again I can't seem to put down the book or the computer or anything. Well. Whatever. Good night.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:17 AM | shower me with attention
We made peanut butter blossoms. I had one. And I did have vodka and (sweetened) cranberry juice, and a Thai duck in a sauce that tasted like its base was honey or something, it was so sweet. Hey, it's Christmas. I've been Atkinsing for almost a year now. Fatty can have a wee bit o' Christmas if she wants to.
Tomorrow night, Miss Sis and I head over to Brooklyn Heights to start Christmas early with Tante Joan, as per tradition. (The parents will join us Friday night.)
I should've been asleep 20 minutes ago, and once again I can't seem to put down the book or the computer or anything. Well. Whatever. Good night.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:17 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:30 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:30 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
I supped with two long-lost Goils, Miss Kitana and Miss Goose. They are very busy. It was a wonderful Christmas gift, seeing them.
I miss all the togetherness there used to be. Everyone's so busy, including me, somehow, although doing what I'm not quite sure. (Working, graduating, griping, Christmasing, etc.) I know I have friends, but we can't seem to find each other lately.
What a strange year.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention
I miss all the togetherness there used to be. Everyone's so busy, including me, somehow, although doing what I'm not quite sure. (Working, graduating, griping, Christmasing, etc.) I know I have friends, but we can't seem to find each other lately.
What a strange year.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention
A Christmas card to you all, and most especially, to me.
(Thanks, Anne Marie.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 AM | shower me with attention
(Thanks, Anne Marie.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 20, 2004
I remember two years ago when I couldn't find my copy of A Muppet Family Christmas. I searched high and low and it was nowhere to be found. I wailed and wrung my hands in despair. And I found it shortly after Christmas. Such drama.
Well, it's happened again. I've been collecting Christmas videos to bring to TJ's on Thursday night for our traditional Christmas video-watching, and once again, the only one I can't seem to find is that battered VHS of A Muppet Family Christmas. My favourite Christmas special of all time (tied with Pee Wee's Christmas Special, of course.)
There's only one thing to do: I must journey to Best Buy tomorrow at lunchtime and hope that they have the DVD of it. Wish me luck.
And if you're in the NYC area and happen to be shopping, keep an eye out for it and let me know what store you see it in.
I need this DVD or Christmas will be ruined.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:30 PM | shower me with attention
Well, it's happened again. I've been collecting Christmas videos to bring to TJ's on Thursday night for our traditional Christmas video-watching, and once again, the only one I can't seem to find is that battered VHS of A Muppet Family Christmas. My favourite Christmas special of all time (tied with Pee Wee's Christmas Special, of course.)
There's only one thing to do: I must journey to Best Buy tomorrow at lunchtime and hope that they have the DVD of it. Wish me luck.
And if you're in the NYC area and happen to be shopping, keep an eye out for it and let me know what store you see it in.
I need this DVD or Christmas will be ruined.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:30 PM | shower me with attention
When I got home from my Last Final of my Last Class of my Last Semester, my mom had a Peking duck (my favourite!) waiting, and a clumsily-translated Latin sentiment. (I helped her decline anas, anatis, "duck".)
Mmmm, duck.
Thanks, Mom. (Stop reading my blog.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:52 PM | shower me with attention
Mmmm, duck.
Thanks, Mom. (Stop reading my blog.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:52 PM | shower me with attention
In the immortal words of Bellini,
"Thank GOD that's finally over."
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
"Thank GOD that's finally over."
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
It snowed! It snowed! It snowed!
First snow!
And yesterday was TERRY's birthday! I didn't forget, I called him.
I also saw Amanda and little Oz, who's getting so, so big now. And something scary happened but it wasn't a big deal and he was fine, but it was scary. I don't wanna talk about it.
But it SNOWED! It SNOWED! And we had a lovely, Christmas-y, cookie-baking weekend and I made low-carb peanut butter cookies (1 cup splenda, 1 cup peanut butter, 1 egg, mix, bake, yum) and CHERYL came over as a lovely Christmas surprise! We had wine and cheese and watched Elf ('cause SMILING'S MY FAVOURITE) and it was wonderful. The only crap part was that Kitana couldn't come because of EVIL GRAD SCHOOL.
Today is my last final, and then I'm done with school. I hope I do okay, it's gonna be hard and I didn't do the proper amount of studying because I never do and it's Christmas. But cross your appendages for me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:23 AM | shower me with attention
According to our research, you'll be dead by
December 2061
at age 82
- probable cause -
cancer
YOU DIE:
82.4 years
AVERAGE FEMALE LIFE SPAN:
77.1 years
As you can plainly see, you have more health & vitality than the average woman.
You have 20819.8 days left on this earth.
You've already lived 31% of your life.
When/how will you die?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:19 PM | shower me with attention
First snow!
And yesterday was TERRY's birthday! I didn't forget, I called him.
I also saw Amanda and little Oz, who's getting so, so big now. And something scary happened but it wasn't a big deal and he was fine, but it was scary. I don't wanna talk about it.
But it SNOWED! It SNOWED! And we had a lovely, Christmas-y, cookie-baking weekend and I made low-carb peanut butter cookies (1 cup splenda, 1 cup peanut butter, 1 egg, mix, bake, yum) and CHERYL came over as a lovely Christmas surprise! We had wine and cheese and watched Elf ('cause SMILING'S MY FAVOURITE) and it was wonderful. The only crap part was that Kitana couldn't come because of EVIL GRAD SCHOOL.
Today is my last final, and then I'm done with school. I hope I do okay, it's gonna be hard and I didn't do the proper amount of studying because I never do and it's Christmas. But cross your appendages for me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:23 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 19, 2004
December 2061
at age 82
- probable cause -
cancer
YOU DIE:
82.4 years
AVERAGE FEMALE LIFE SPAN:
77.1 years
As you can plainly see, you have more health & vitality than the average woman.
You have 20819.8 days left on this earth.
You've already lived 31% of your life.
When/how will you die?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:19 PM | shower me with attention
