Knuckles.

Okay so I said I was going to bed, but inspired by my last post I had to go search for pictures of Knuckes… and I found some mighty cute ones so I’m going to share them now….

(If you hold your cursor over the pictures you’ll see my fantabulous quotes!)

Cry Me A River.

Last night, for the first time in a while, I let Knuckles sleep in my bed… He’s a riot, he likes to sleep with his head cocked all the way back, neck stretched as far as it’ll go… I woke up a few time and fixed it for him, thinking that he was going to be in pain from it but nonetheless he kept putting it back (and in MY pillow space by the way) (oh and P.S. we share my tiny twin bed…)  So anyway, finally I got tired of forcing him to move his head so I just used his head as my pillow… It worked for a while, then he must have gotten tired of it because he jumped down and got in his own bed… He is cute though, and if you put your hand on his nose-it stops him from snoring!!! (consequently it also significantly stops his breathing so be sure NOT to fall asleep with your hand over his nose!)

Anyway, tonights bedtime laid out much different. We’re going to bed and he obviously isn’t ready for nigh-nights… He crawls under my bed and is sniffing something so intensely I had to see what he was doing…he wasn’t really sniffing anything besides my bedskirt.  So he crawls out, and then he decides to leave the room, but it’s bedtime so he gets called back in…then Scoop-his number one playmate mosies on in and he thinks it’s play time so of course he starts pawing at her and yada yada long story long–he realizes it’s bedtime so he sits next to my bed and begins to whimper. And continues to whimper so that it becomes a whine, and a loud whine at that… 10 minutes go by and periodically he gets distracted by a new air scent but not for more than a couple seconds…and at the end of those 10 minutes my dad comes in half asleep and half pissed-off and asks what Knuckles is crying about…”he’s crying cuz he wants to get on my bed.” Dad leaves, Knucks miraculusly goes to bed. TaDa!

Lame post I know, but my dog is the biggest baby. :-\

Okay so this morning before work I asked my 8-ball a bunch of questions about how my day would pan out… and I don’t want to get into to many more boring details, but it was pretty right…:::bows down to magic 8-ball::: I have yet to build its shrine, but it’s December, my busiest creation time… it will understand. It feels my love. Feel my love. Can you feel my love?

SOO Santa came early this year!  He actually came yesterday in a brown truck with a gold shield on it, and a semi-cute guy who’s like 4 years younger than me but nonetheless…Santa brought 2 Vera Bradley bags… and I’M NOT SHARING!    I was going to only take one, but I couldn’t decide, and when I had decided I wanted to change my mind…. One of those situations where you can never feel confidant… So Mom suggested I keep both of them SCORE!  I love them so much that I’m hanging out with them right now…and they will probably sleep with me tonight.  Yes I realize that is weird but my dog can’t stand rejection (neither can I though) and if my 8 ball falls off the bed in the middle of the night it might smash!! and we can’t have that now can we? Sooo tonight I will sleep with Vera. oh la la.

Any other randomness I can throw at you? Oh So I dropped my cellphone on the ground today… when I got out of my car to go to work… Later I found it sitting in a puddle…and it was all scratched up and had muddiness all on it and hoopla. It survived though. So I am happy-

Uhm I believe my G star comes home this weekend so I am super-stoked. Even though now I have no more Eyes Wide Open tales. But that is okay. I will have other tales, hopefully.

Alas, I must get up “early” for work tomorrow so I shall cut this randomness “short”   adeiu my loves and faithful readers!

My love for my 8.

I really love my 8-ball. I really hate the truth.

I just wanted to spoon with Eyes Wide Open.

I want to be held, feel cared for-even if it’s not real. I want to feel it. I miss it.

I texted him late/afternoon early evening with a goofy pick-up line… just being playful. “Excuse me, uhm. I seem to have lost my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

He never replied. This sucks.

It almost seems that I miss my ex more each time I think of him, which is becoming more frequent.  I just catch myself wanting to make references to certain things we and our friends used to joke about. Or I’ll make a playful pouty face like we used to do… ::SIGH:: I am over him, i just miss the feelings of what we had. And the truth is I have no prospective boy toys in the mist. I’ll be single for a while. And I was/am fine with that, as long as I get supplemental cuddle times–which seem to have ceased.

So what to do? I asked my trustee 8-ball… and my 8-ball concluded that he is/did in fact think about me tonight, however his isn’t going to reply to my text, or call me.  I am too scared to ask if I should try to contact him again first…Maybe I’ll grow those balls tomorrow. :-\

I appreciate my 8-ball’s honesty but it doesn’t hold me tight at night (well at any time really, but i miss it mostly at night).

Sweet Dreams. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.

Dear Chefboyardee

Dear Chefboyardee,

Next time I buy Beefaroni, can you make sure you add the beef (or whatever fake by-product it is that you call beef), this can had none. Oh and while your at it can you throw in a pinch of taste?

Thanks.

Yea, disgusting, don’t even know why I had that can sitting on my lazy susan… atleast now it’s gone.

So let me just tell you. I’m in love. With my Magic 8-ball. It’s awesome.  It’s so totally honest with me. We have sort of this relationship going… When I don’t really want to know the answer to my question it gives me one of those “concentrate and ask again” replies. Sometimes its just brutally honest with me and says “NO! Eyes Wide Open is not thinking about you right now, he’s getting obliterated with his friends and having fun without you while you sit at home bleeding into that diaper because Eve was deceived by that fucking serpent so forever you must suffer on a monthly basis!”  Well not in those words exactly but ya get the point.

I think I’m going to build a nice comfy box/bed for my 8-ball.  It’s just that good.  And I’m kind enough to not test our trust… I used to, but it just came back to bite my ass, so now i just have faith. And all will work out.  I’m thinking maybe nice lime green velour with lots of cushy padding…and some sort of trim. Perhaps pink, but not to girly because I haven’t figured out yet if there is male or female energy coming from this magical ball of knowledge. Go ahead laugh, it was the greatest 8 dollars I’ve spent.

Do you have a question for my fantabulous magic 8-ball?

Polar Express.

So. It’s Christmastime. And usually by December 1st I’m usually already going ga-ga over Christmas. This year I must say I am very bah-humbug.  And it just annoys me even more. Christmastime is my favorite time of year hands down. And not because I get gifts…I don’t care so much about that, don’t get me wrong I totally love getting gifts but I can honestly say that Christmas is more to me, so much more, than getting gifts. Even when i was a child it was about more than that. Sure I loved opening all the surprises from Santa on Christmas day, but Christmas Eve has really always been the absolute highlight of my Christmas season.

Thinking back on my childhood isn’t always the greatest field trip to take, but if ever I think of a time when I was truly happy, that my ENTIRE family –aunts, uncles, cousins etc–was together and happy it was Christmas Eve.  It makes me sad that I don’t feel that same joy that I used to.  I mean it was great I’d dig out my coloring books (even when I was like 16) and I’d just color for hours and listen to Christmas carols or watch “The 25 Days of Christmas” on the family channel…and I was so at peace with everything. And slowly, over the years, that joy has gone away. And I absolute refuse to beckon to the thought that it’s because I’m getting older. IT IS NOT! IT CAN’T BE!! I REFUSE!  I just want it to be like the good ol’ days, where my happiness just came because it was Christmastime, snow, lights, carols, cookies, family….What happened to all of that!? Where did it go? Happiness can’t vanish can it? I want it back! I’m not going out with a fight believe you me! I won’t let my bah-humbugness ruin my Christmas, not with out a black eye and a broken femur! I just simply refuse.  I will find my Christmas spirit…It has to be in one of these boxes…right?

I mean seriously the worst part of Christmas is usually trying to lighten my Dad’s spirits when he takes on the awful task fixing the lights that won’t work (because why would we go buy new ones when these just need “a little” tweaking?)  And that didn’t even happen this year! All the friggin lights still worked (probably because we did go out and buy new ones last year! lol)  But how many families dig out the ol’ Christmas tree lights and actually have all of them work? We were blessed with that…

Maybe it’s just because I’m PMSing…I hope it is…I just hope my Christmas spirit comes soon!  Not even listening to Alvin and the Chipmunks put a good rush into me, it was just a minor bandaid to get me through the task at hand.  Oh Christmas Spirit! Where the fuck are you!?

And yet again I’m glad I typed in my title before writing the post because my original idea was to ask who likes the movie or even the book (it is afterall where the movie came from) The Polar Express?  and who goes ga-ga over it… Because I have a really great Christmas gift related to that, but I have no one who would appreciate it as much as I need them too.  My ex was enamoured with that story…so my Christmas gift to him was going to be a drawing of the bell, the first gift of Christmas…

And to close-some amazing quotes from the movie…to help find my Christmas spirit.

The Conductor–Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the ones we can’t see.

The Conductor–The thing about trains…It doesn’t matter where they’re going.  What matters is deciding to get on.

Santa Claus–There’s no greater gift than friendship.

Santa Claus–This bell is a wonderful symbol of the spirit of Christmas – as am I.  Just remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart.

Hero Boy- At one time most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.

Product Placement.

So ever since I was in grade school I understood about product placement in movies.  If you’re watching a movie and a huge Pepsi truck drives by, Pepsi just paid that movie budge X amount of dollars.  If John goes into Kays Jewelers to buy Kari an engament ring…Kay Jewelers just paid that movie budget X amount of dollars…. That’s why in a lot of television shows, sitcom or otherwise bottles are turned around so you can see the fuzzy nutrition label. They’re not going to advertise for a company 1. without compenstation and 2. without permission (Coca Cola could get mad that the lesbian is enjoying the beverage and not the heterosexual).

Even on competetors commercials at an early age I understood the difference between verbally and pictorally mentioning or hinting to a competitors product.  You can’t just put Joe Black on television saying Advil sucks you must choose Tylenol, or studies say that Colgate eats Crests ass. You must block out the label, but you can still use the colors… etc etc etc…

Anyway, until today, I never thought about product placement in magazines. I’m not talking about advertisements in Better Homes & Gardens.  And well I guess the example I’m about to give isn’t even from a magazine, it’s from a Catalog, which makes the product placement conundrum even more complex… What is the significance of product placement in a Catalog…  Now my ex could probably tell me if the two companies are under one another, or share a parent corporation…but he’s not here, so assuming that Nintendo and Crate & Barrel have no relationship…Why is there a wii remote on the staged floor next to The Art of Richard Diebenkorn.  and further more why is there a 2nd generation nano ipod and an 8 gig ipod touch recharging on the Kingston Charging Valet? Did Apple pay for that photo? Did Crate & Barrel choose those products to entice the audience of the Wii and Apple products? I just might have to go through this catalog again and pick out more product placements. 

While I’m on the subject… I’d like to bring to light all of the walking “poster” children, or perhaps we could call them walking billboards… I like walking billboards-And I am one of those.

A walking billboard is someone who’s shirt, pants, or other articles of clothing and accessories have huge-ass logos of the store from which you bought them.  Some of my favorite sweatshirts brand me an Aero girl.  Vintage T-shirts are an EXCELLENT example…Tootsie Roll, Tricks, the original Nintendo…there are so many… even Mr. Rodgers (God rest his awesome soul) made it onto a Target vintage tee.  And the “best” (and by best I mean worst) part about walking billboards is that it’s not even free advertisement for the company on the billboard…WE ARE PAYING THEM to advertise for them…like it’s a privilege and an honor to walk around and let people know you like Nike and all the asian children that get chopped up in the machines, or paid a nickel for a days work, which is usually more than the 8 hour work day some Americans are enlightened to have here…but I digress into another topic.    Walking billboards…yes.  They’re the heart of pop-culture. and this to will pass…hopefully.

There used to be a time when I first became alert to this walking billboard phenomenom, that I decided to not take part in it. I wouldn’t buy an article of clothing with a logo plastered on it, but then I fell in love with vintage tees and I reasoned it was okay because I wasn’t paying wonder bread to wear a shirt with their logo on it…I was paying JCPenny (or whereever I got it from!)  So it started there, and part of me was helped with not purchasing logo clothing because I couldn’t FIT into logo clothing….but now that I can….I’ve fallen….I’m inlove with my Aero clothes, and I wear them anytime I’m not at work! My new fav PJs have Aero on the top and bottom! I love them…. and perhaps I wear Aero because it’s affordable, I pay $25 max for jeans, and usually sweatshirts too… So I am a walking Billboard for Aero because I enjoy their clothing, and I am proud to let people know that I cuddle with my Aero clothes on.

okay so whilst I was googleing pictures for this post, I came across another topic of product placement…Hot semi-or in some cases all-naked chicks…Now I know half naked guys are used for product placement too, but when do you see those ads in mass media?  and if I need to see a naked guy photo the first place I’m going is to a men’s health magazine.

Ever looked at one of those? it’s like homos-R-Us (notice the product placement there?).

Yes that is an iPod on her cooch ….And in the Nintendo photo notice the Catholic school girl skirt and the white uniform shirt…a gamer-boy’s wet dream.

Any thoughts? Any favorite product placements you have floating around your brain? Are you a walking billboard? if so, for who?

In Short.

Ever been jealous of someone because they get to hang out with themselves all the time?