Take THAT, Guernica (and medical science for that matter)!!!
That's right bitches, I didn't die before I turned 40.
How do I know? Because I turned 40 yesterday.
Not only did I not die of my own excesses, but I had a petite cancer scare that I came through swimmingly. Of course I have friends, family, and Anthem Blue Cross to thank for that.
Better still, my evil head trauma has NOT made me soft in the head...yet. I'm still working a day job, maintaining a reasonable semblance of sanity, writing novels, and enjoying a pretty damn good life.
Go, Me! Suck it, Not-Me!
This is also the time of year that I espouse the joys, that's right JOYS (with no sarcasm intended or implied) of consumerism. I love pressies. I love giving them; I love getting them. Seeing someone's eyes light up at the joy of something I lovingly saved for and then bought just for them--it's great. Just...great.
Presents should not break the bank. Save for them, and/or spend within your means. Don't use presents to make up for being an ass, or as a substitute for genuine affection. Don't give gifts for the wrong reasons--which would include expecting something in return. Don't let it stress you out. Plan ahead. Treat retail people well. And for fuck's sake, don't wait until the 20th to start shopping and then bitch because the selection sucks and popular things are out of stock.
Seeing all the things that people in my life think I'll enjoy is fascinating and fun. Few things give me as much Squee as a cool addition to my collection(s) of toys, books, DVD's or other assorted whimical and/or horrific fooferaw, especially when selected by a thoughtful friend. I got the first 3 Dresden books this year, and the Rorschach figure I've been wanting.
Giving gifts should be fun.
If you think it's a pain in the ass; you're doing it wrong.
Imagine my joy when H presented me with an Exorcist play set (From the movie. It's not for doing an actual exorcism--even though I hear those are all the rage right now). It has a little battery motor that makes the head spin around. BADASS! He also got me a candle holder that is the front window of Mrs Lovetts pie shop. Sweet!
H makes me a cool card every year, because he's a whip-ass graphic designer. This year, the envelope had the theme from Jaws written out (accurately) in onamontapoeia. The card had scenes from Jaws with birthday wishes appropriately and hilariously worked in. A Jaws-themed card is especially hilarious because unbeknownst to H, I got him an Amity T-shirt for HIS birthday, which is next month. *snerk* Get out of my mind, H!
Saturday is the big bash. Anytime after 6pm is cool for coming by, and we'll be kicking people out at 3am, unless they are too wasted to drive. Limited crashing space is available. Yummy food and non-alcoholic bevvies will be served. All else, BYO. No smoking in common rooms. VIP smoking in H's office. So many great people are coming this year. College friends, work friends, many of the usual party peeps, and a few other fun surprises. If you're coming, please bring a camera. We do not have a working one anymore. :-[
The planned menu:
Spinach dip--my own variation of the classic Knorr recipe
Roasted Red Pepper Hommus--made by me
That nutella pastry with strawberries that I do.
Mexican dip courtesy of![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
klynnfrost
Hawaiian inspired trifle: coconut cake, bannana pudding, pineapple chunks, macadamia nuts, cool-wHip, and maraschino cherries. It's gonna kick ass.
And finally, I am losing my voice. My upper register is gone, which is my "customer voice." Sucky, as I have to work tomorrow. Hoping to be on web chat instead of phones as much as possible. Low register is fine, lets hope I can keep it until after the party.
How do I know? Because I turned 40 yesterday.
Not only did I not die of my own excesses, but I had a petite cancer scare that I came through swimmingly. Of course I have friends, family, and Anthem Blue Cross to thank for that.
Better still, my evil head trauma has NOT made me soft in the head...yet. I'm still working a day job, maintaining a reasonable semblance of sanity, writing novels, and enjoying a pretty damn good life.
Go, Me! Suck it, Not-Me!
This is also the time of year that I espouse the joys, that's right JOYS (with no sarcasm intended or implied) of consumerism. I love pressies. I love giving them; I love getting them. Seeing someone's eyes light up at the joy of something I lovingly saved for and then bought just for them--it's great. Just...great.
Presents should not break the bank. Save for them, and/or spend within your means. Don't use presents to make up for being an ass, or as a substitute for genuine affection. Don't give gifts for the wrong reasons--which would include expecting something in return. Don't let it stress you out. Plan ahead. Treat retail people well. And for fuck's sake, don't wait until the 20th to start shopping and then bitch because the selection sucks and popular things are out of stock.
Seeing all the things that people in my life think I'll enjoy is fascinating and fun. Few things give me as much Squee as a cool addition to my collection(s) of toys, books, DVD's or other assorted whimical and/or horrific fooferaw, especially when selected by a thoughtful friend. I got the first 3 Dresden books this year, and the Rorschach figure I've been wanting.
Giving gifts should be fun.
If you think it's a pain in the ass; you're doing it wrong.
Imagine my joy when H presented me with an Exorcist play set (From the movie. It's not for doing an actual exorcism--even though I hear those are all the rage right now). It has a little battery motor that makes the head spin around. BADASS! He also got me a candle holder that is the front window of Mrs Lovetts pie shop. Sweet!
H makes me a cool card every year, because he's a whip-ass graphic designer. This year, the envelope had the theme from Jaws written out (accurately) in onamontapoeia. The card had scenes from Jaws with birthday wishes appropriately and hilariously worked in. A Jaws-themed card is especially hilarious because unbeknownst to H, I got him an Amity T-shirt for HIS birthday, which is next month. *snerk* Get out of my mind, H!
Saturday is the big bash. Anytime after 6pm is cool for coming by, and we'll be kicking people out at 3am, unless they are too wasted to drive. Limited crashing space is available. Yummy food and non-alcoholic bevvies will be served. All else, BYO. No smoking in common rooms. VIP smoking in H's office. So many great people are coming this year. College friends, work friends, many of the usual party peeps, and a few other fun surprises. If you're coming, please bring a camera. We do not have a working one anymore. :-[
The planned menu:
Spinach dip--my own variation of the classic Knorr recipe
Roasted Red Pepper Hommus--made by me
That nutella pastry with strawberries that I do.
Mexican dip courtesy of
klynnfrostHawaiian inspired trifle: coconut cake, bannana pudding, pineapple chunks, macadamia nuts, cool-wHip, and maraschino cherries. It's gonna kick ass.
And finally, I am losing my voice. My upper register is gone, which is my "customer voice." Sucky, as I have to work tomorrow. Hoping to be on web chat instead of phones as much as possible. Low register is fine, lets hope I can keep it until after the party.
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