Our Christmas Kid

Introducing...Terry!

Terry "helping" us do laundry

Terry is from our local shelter. He is not a foster. He's ours!

Terry had his first vet visit this week. He's one of those doggies with a collapsed trachea, which means his breathing tube closes up when he runs around or gets too excited. He'll hack and reverse sneeze for a bit, then the tube pops back open again, to our great relief. Poor baby.

I hope with all my heart it doesn't get any worse; many dogs can live with it just fine.

Merry Christmas

This is Terry. Terry is going to have a good Christmas with Daddy while Mommy goes to the Rivertucky with her family. We wish you the best for the holidays!

My 2010 Goals

My top 5 goals list is featured over at Novelista Barista, one of the few private blogs that I keep abreast with.

I've met so many fellow gal bloggers through Jen's series - thanks girl!

Go check mine out and then tell me yours.

I Met Up

I attended my first Meetup event tonight - a korean tofu dinner and boba dessert with a local Asian foodie group that is gaining fame for their prolific meet-ups. The crew banded together less than a year ago and have met 75 times already.

I loved it.

It was half FOB, half ABC/banana and my favorite kind of people: the never-say-no's.

We all joined because we had very few friends in the area and certainly no group, and now I've doubled my New Year's soiree attendance.

I'm going to be meeting up with a Twilight group tomorrow to see Avatar (I'm dragging one, possibly two reluctant Twi-guys). I've found that Twilight meetup groups tend to have some strange politics (dude - is it a chick thing? Heavily girl groups always seem to have some strange cliquey "I'm not the leader but if you overstep the undefined boundaries we'll just shun you" dynamic.)

Earlier this year I was rejected by a fat chick who runs a Twilight group in NYC - I know, me. Who reads Twiblogs every night, made my bf buy me Pocket Edward, and forced my students to play the Twilight board game the last day of class. I fear what the other members are like. My baby brother said "She doesn't want anyone attractive in the group or else it would shatter their housewife dreams of dating the vampire."

And this L.A. area Twi group, though substantially friendlier and less exclusive, has completely ignored my offer to host a night of New Moon: the Board Game. Jifo said "They're not hardcore. They're scared my baby will dominate and you will."

Yeah I kind of tend to win the Twilight board game.

Anyway, who needs a bunch of anti-social Twihards when you have loud-ass aZnS to fob it up with?

Best of 2009 Blog Challenge

So I'm late to the game (joiner #640), but I came in on a great challenge:

Word or Phrase...that encapsulates your year.

2009 was Saturn returning

Pokerface, As God Intended

(title excerpted from fark.com)

1. I can't believe they did the whole thing.
2. I love the tall guy on the left who has this stiff expression the entire time.
3. It is really hard to do choreography while singing. Great breath control, boys!

Namaste, Bitches! I've LOST Sleep

(warning: LOST spoilers up through season 4 finale may appear)

Setting: Bed
Time: 8 a.m.

Boyfriend's alarm has gone off three times already.

52 Faces turns to him, the blue glow of the laptop reflected in her glasses.

52 Faces: I have an addiction.
Jifo: I know.

I started watching LOST again on the internet to prepare for the final season. I undertook this endeavour 2 years ago from the pilot, getting to the middle of season 3 before I couldn't handle the mind-games anymore. Get them out of the damn cages already!

Luckily, they did get out of the cages and the plot picked right up. My sleep went right down.

I ended up going to bed that morning at 10:30 a.m. You heard me. I watched LOST for 8 hours straight. Jifo got up, made me breakfast, watched me cry over Desmond and Penny, and then left for work. I fed the dog and, finally, I lost the battle and went to sleep, the laptop on the floor next to me.

I even got Selena, my hipster douchebag of a wife and best friend for life, into the series. Although, being the hipster douchebag she is, she decided to READ detailed episode recaps rather than watch with me. This is the girl who didn't get into Twilight, so don't trust her judgment.

We discovered that one of our friends (if you must know, one of her exes) is also an addict and just bought Season 5 on Blu-ray. He's demanded a viewing party with Dharma Initiative cupcakes. "Namaste, bitches!" read his email.

I pulled another all-nighter yesterday, with Jifo making me breakfast yet again this morning before I finally went to sleep around 8 a.m.

I now understand why Jifo thinks Modern Warfare 2 and the eventual release of Starcraft will get him fired. It's a good thing my work shifts start in the afternoon this week.