November 30th Roundup!
So, I thought I’d make this easier for those checkers who need to see who managed this 30 days of posting thing. Which, of course, I did. Because HELLO! PRIZES! Duh.
So, in the interest of “HAHAH! I DID IT!” and with my fingers crossed (which, you know, makes typing a challenge) that I’m a weiner winner of a prize cuz I totally love prizes, Here’s my breakdown for NoBloPoMo:
Total November Entries: 54 (includes this one)
Minus Total Asides: 6
And Total Movie: 6
And Total Books: 1
Equals Total “real” Entries: 41
Entries by Day: 1-1, 2-1, 3-2, 4-1, 5-1, 6-1, 7-1, 8-1, 9-1, 10-2, 11-2, 12-2, 13-2, 14-3, 15-3, 16-2, 17-3, 18-1, 19-2, 20-2, 21-1, 22-4, 23-2, 24-2, 25-4, 26-1, 27-2, 28-1, 29-3, 30-1
My, aren’t I a prolific patron of the posting posses?
(Ahhh! Alliteration! Awesome!)
I won’t bother to count up how many INTERESTING posts I had, because. Heh. They’re ALL interesting to me, obviously! And to you, my 3 Loyal Readers, too, I know. Some were certainly longer then others, as I can be very verbose when the urge strikes.
My favorite entry? This one. And this one. And this one too. And possibly a couple of others. The Thanksgiving Meltdown was fun to write. But yeah. There ya have it.
Happy last day of NaBloPoMo!
Even more proof….
…that I am doomed. DOOMED I say.
The Girl, just 12 years old remember, watching Superman Returns:
“The curl. *sigh* Oh, how I love his single curl!”
The Girl, yup – 12 years old – upon finding her new Seventeen Magazine subscription in the mail, that a certain Auntie Darlin insisted she needed, and seeing the guy on the cover:
“WHO is HE? Oh man, he’s cute. AND rated the Sexiest Teen! ‘Catch his Eye’ it says – sign me UP!”
Just…. just… kill me now, ok?
And let’s not go into how she’s so VERY much like me… I always thought Superman’s curl was the ultimate in cute too. Oh shut up – you know you liked it too…
Superman Returns (2006)
– I loved this. It played homage in many ways to the Superman I remember (Reeves) and took it in a new direction too. Roth did the franchise well. The Naysayers and purists be damned, this one is worth watching.
You, Me and Dupree (2006)
– Eh. It was allright, and funny in places. Typical Owen Wilson stuff. He annoys me.
Do you hear what I hear?
Well, do ya? I bet ya don’t because I’m surely not talking about a song, a song, high up in the trees, with a voice as big as the sea. Nope, not at all. In fact, for a while I couldn’t tell you at *all* what it was I was hearing.
It started last night, during the 11PM Kitty Stampede, where they were running around like crazy (Yet cute, always cute) little demons. It sounded a little bit like they were standing on a waterbottle and the water was squirting out and bubbling. Alas, they were both on top of the table at the time, trying to knock down the flowers I got for Thanksgiving – nary a water bottle in sight. My brow furrowed a little and I looked around, and it didn’t happen again so I forgot about it.
Until this morning. And there it was again. And I couldn’t pinpoint it, exactly. I finally narrowed it down to the kitchen where I quickly began begging (pleasepleaseplease don’t let it be the ice maker as it sucks enough as it is and I can’t afford a new fridge…) searching for the source. Then came…
The smell.
Oh my god the SMELL. Rancid, icky, nasty disgusting, eeeewwww smell!
Fortunately, it did allow me to narrow it down. Note to the masses – a closed jar of potato water (from boiling the potatoes on thanksgiving, used to thicken the gravy because Nana is totally smart and savvy like that) left on the counter will ferment. And bubble. And go bad. And start to seep out of the closed jar lid with a watery bubbly sound.
And smell. Really. Really. Bad.
See, now, aren’t you glad you asked? (Whatdoyamean, you didn’t ask? Ha! that’ll learn ya…)
To cleanse your… eyeballs… I give you this.
