Merry Christmas fellow Bloggeracians. I hope your holiday, if you chose to celebrate it, went without a hitch, kink, or anything else related. Santa Claus (who looks wildly similar to Mr. Ray) left me a punching bag beneath the tree; Santa thinks I have anger issues. All joking aside, that punching bag kicks butt, I have been asking for one since the dawn of mankind. I have also been asking for tap shoes since I was in first grade, but apparently Santa thinks I am better suited for kickboxing instead of tap dancing. I happen to enjoy making percussion with my feet, I'll go on somehow.
I am also the proud owner of a new digital camera of which I would not mind taking out somewhere and seeing what I can do with that little slice of photographic heaven. Park trip = soon.
My mother tried to make banana pudding for christmas dinner. It was a great try, but unfortunately ended in something that could have passed for banana soup, with vanilla wafer crouton/crackers. We prayed that when refridgerated it would firm up a bit, whatever chemical reaction or whatnot that it would take to do such... did not occur.
My mother's banana pudding was not the only dessert suffering from technical difficulties. I made an apple strussel and when I had put the finishing sliced of butter on top of the dumped cake mix, I realized I had forgotten to mix some water in with the apple filling so as to prevent drying. There was no way I could dump it out to add the water without destroying the cake and butter layer, so I pulled a McGyver. I found an old cajun turkey- injector needle and syringe, filled it up with water, and proceeded to inject the water into the apple layer of the cake.
Of course only select spots got the neccesary water. We can infer from this that my strussel was not as good as it usually is. This too, is a testament to my poor short term memory. I'm going to make a great wife for some lucky male! As long as said male has the capacity to find it endearing when I store an object of some sort in a place where I think I could never forget it being, and then forgetting the supposed unforgettable spot where it is located, and subsequently tearing the house apart on a daily basis to find these items. I'm a catch.
Christmas eve was very fun, my grandmother entertained us with stories of pretending to be a hooker at casinos, and getting away with it. My grandmother is pretty hardcore.
I might go visit my father tomorrow, I have not talked to him in quite a few months. Maybe I can witness my half brother acting as a conduit for satan. That's what the word is.
The Juggernaut has not gotten a gas cap for christmas yet, but that's a good thing. I hope he just sits there in the driveway, in all his decrepit glory. I'm sure if he got a gas cap, the first thing he would do is drive away from a Circle K without it; as is the way. I honestly hate the Juggernaut, when accelerating, the engine roars so loudly that it sounds like I need to shift into another gear. What is this, another ploy to rob me of my dignity? The looks I get when I am driving next to someone as the Juggernaut voices that ungodly noise, sounding like I should be going 60 mph when I am peaking out at 30 mph.. These looks are dripping with vehicular superiority, and disdain as if I am the one who is responsible for these noises.
Thank you Kia, for sucking so badly.
I also played dress up in Bobbert's new sweater vest and jeans. I think I am planning on wearing men's clothes from now on, they were so comfortable. Alright, so I may not have been exactly aesthetically pleasing to the eye. The pants sagged in every spot possible, if I had been wearing boxers I could have easily sported a gangster look. With the sweater vest and pants all rolled into one, I admittedly had a bit of a butch look to me. I'm sure I could find me a great woman at a softball park somewhere.
It's officially 2:09 a.m.. I am not the best of sleepers, but I'm going to give it a try. Micro-fiber couch, here I come baby.
2 comments:
Hey Dina, I don't know if you will catch this comment since it is so late in posting. I was curious if the painting you so graciously gave me is the finished product of the one I see on this post.
HA! I did catch it! A little late, though it may seem, I wonder if you will come back and check it haha.
Yes, you would right! Most of the time I try and sketch things out on paper with water color pencils, just to get the general idea. I think Kaleigh and Robby are the owners of this sketch.. it turned out to be a nice sketch, with decent coloring. I am going to make them put it in their living room as a testament to their wonderful sister.
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