Happy New Year!

"A New Year's resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other."

Have fun and be safe!

Hugs & Kisses!

Aimee

I make him completely miserable...

He told me so, just before he played me this song, but since he insists I make him the other two as well, I'm thinking I really shouldn't be offended, huh?

Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity...

Heh.

My Fortune Cookie told me: Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defense. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

And pleading the Fifth occasionally works too...

Christmas 2006

Christmas Morning 2006
Originally uploaded by Reality In Dreams.

So as not to inundate peeps with a bunch of pictures they may care less about I've posted our Christmas Pics on my Flickr account. If you're interested, take a peek, and if you're not, well, don't.

We wish you a Merry Christmas,

We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!

Whatever it is you call it and however it is you choose to celebrate it, I do hope it's lovely.

Hugs & Kisses,

Aimee

Shamelessly promoting my friends...

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Anyhow, now that I've shamelessly promoted my friends, let's move on...

I don't really want to (at all!) because I have SO much to do, but I'm headed up to Okeechobee for the night with my mom so she can give her in-laws some gifts and what-not for Christmas. It sucks. And gods when I get back tomorrow afternoon I really need to wrap up the whole Christmas shopping thing, I still have to get my dad and my papaw, plus I want to get an extra thing or two for Drew and Cameron. Then I have to wrap it all. Sigh.

It really blows and all, but I find myself in a rather dark mood at the moment. It just crept up on me and I'm not sure why cause I wasn't earlier. It could have something to do with some cashier earlier exclaiming that he doesn't need to ID me because he's guessing I'm about 40. In the past few months I've been told on three separate occasions by three separate people that I have a mature face (whatever that means) and now I look 40, perfect, a very nice boost to my already non-existent self-esteem--thank you very much. And some other stuff I'm trying not to overthink. Ah well, whatever.

And that's it, time to gather up Cameron's and my shit so we can hit the road. I hope you're all having a fabulous Friday.

Naughty, naughty little reindeer!

Heh.

I am SO Excited!

No, really, I am! And I'm so totally not sharing why, but if I'd ever actually learned how to execute a cartwheel, I'd absolutely be doing them right now!

Now, I just need to win the lotto cause that'd be really special.

And let me tell you the irony on this whole excitement thing I've got going on, one of my coworkers tried to douse my excitement (but I refuse to let my mood be ruined! It's mine (mine, mine) and I'm keeping it!) by wanting to have a heart to heart. Sigh. It seems his wife has suffered something that, in my opinion (or for me anyway), is one of the hardest things a woman has to face and I'm sad for her (and him), but as awful as this'll sound, I'm sadder that he chose me to talk to about it because that's a sore spot with me right now. Ah well, he's a good guy and I like him so it's only right that I push aside my own emotional blah and lend him my ear and some sympathy. Though, sometimes I suspect I'm a bit too nice for my own good.

Grrr.

I am so incredibly annoyed right now! And I'm beginning to suspect that someone is playing wicked, evil pranks on me! Okay, maybe not, but still...

I can't find my bloody bitching cook book! And I need it! Damn it! Know what else, I think someone has gone and hidden my wedding video! No, really, I'm not kidding! And I need that too! Damn it! And I realize that one has nothing to do with the other, but for sanity's sake, I need them both! Now. Cause I swear, if I can't find my recipe for the baked beans before Christmas and Brian harasses me about borrowing the wedding video one more time I think I might lose my mind!

Breathe, Aimee, breathe.

Anyway, last night we (my mom, Christie and I) took Cameron and Sarah to "Fantasy of Lights" at Tradewinds (we were supposed to do it a couple weeks ago, but we didn't) and aside from Cameron being a complete brat, it was a lovely time. And he was a COMPLETE brat! So much so that I had to call Drew to make sure he was home so I could swing by his house afterwards in order for us have a talk with him together. I don't know what his problem is lately, but his behavior has been ridiculously obnoxious to the point of intolerance.

Sigh. Why can't life just be simple?

But, on the happy side of things, my mom and I baked cookies for hours and hours and hours on Saturday and that was a wonderful thing! I don't know why really because it's a lot of work, but I love it and we always have so much fun. Oh, and she (my mom), is busy planning what she's been referring to as a "Girl's Night" for New Year's Eve. From what I hear, it'll be manicures and drinking and pedicures and drinking and facials and drinking and hair treatments and drinking, you know, girl stuff. LOL. Which will be followed by mimosa's and a big breakfast the next morning. It actually sounds like it'll be a good time.

Sunday was okay, but Drew and I had a rather nasty argument while we were out to dinner with Cameron and that was absolutely no fun what-so-ever. But, after we both settled down a bit, we talked and while we're not exactly good, we're okay.

So, all in all, it was pretty good weekend. Hope yours was too.

And I'm not the biggest country music fan, but I've grown a rather odd affection for Faith Hill and I positively adore this song, it's lovely, plus, you get Tim McGraw as a bonus...

The Dreaded Holiday Meme.

For no other reason than I'm a wee bit bored at the moment...

1. Do you have a real or fake Christmas tree?
Real, real, real! Real, I say!

2. Do you put up Christmas lights on the exterior of your home?
Sure do.

3. What’s your favorite Christmas song/carol?
Hmm, White Christmas or perhaps, Winter Wonderland, but honestly, Christmas music mostly just annoys me.

4. What do you like better - turkey or ham?
Ham.

5. Do you open up any Christmas presents on Christmas Eve?
It's usually PJ's on Christmas Eve (but financial difficulties have nixed that little tradition this year) and the rest Christmas morning.

6. Have you ever been Christmas caroling?
When I was but a wee thing (okay maybe a bit bigger than "wee"), we used to go Christmas caroling every year on Christmas Eve.

7. What’s your favorite Christmas movie?
It's a Wonderful Life.

8. Have you ever built a real snowman?
I have not, but I want to!

9. Have you ever peeked into a present and found out what it was before Christmas?
Can I plead the fifth on this one? Oh, alright, yes! There, I've said it! Are you happy now?

10. What is on the top of your Christmas tree?
A fiber optic angel and she's bea-u-ti-ful!

11. Do you own a Santa hat?
I used to, but somewhere along the line I lost the silly thing.

12. When was the last time you had your picture taken with Santa Claus?
A few years ago (Oh, be quiet!).

13. Have you started your Christmas shopping yet?
Almost done (almost...).

14. Do you put candy canes on your Christmas tree?
Nah, sugar ants have this weird way of managing to get on EVERYthing.

15. Who is the hardest person to buy for?
Umm, with my horrible sense of unoriginality, just about everyone.

16. Who is the easiest person to buy for?
If I'm forced to pick, it'd be Cameron.

17. Travel at Christmas or stay at home?
Home, but there is someone I'd travel for.

18. What does your morning of Christmas routine consist of?
Chaos. Heh. Let's see, my son (bless his sweet heart) gets up at the ass crack of dawn and proceeds to go back and forth between Drew and I until he's managed to harass one of us out of our respective sleeping spots (this year it'll be the same spot so that'll make it easier on the little monster). Drew (Mister Morning Person) always caves first and once he's up, they join forces until I've been thoroughly harassed and sleep (glorious sleep) is no longer an option. Then I (evil person that I am) make Cameron eat something that would loosely pass as breakfast before he dashes off to open presents (and bury us in mountains of shiny paper). During the madness of Cameron's gift opening frenzy, Drew and I (and whoever else happens to be there--this year it'll be my dad and my papaw) will randomly open whatever gifts are under the tree for us (between picture taking and box opening and battery placing,etc.). After that, Drew will typically help Cameron put together and/or play with various gifts he's received while I hit the kitchen to make the Potatoes Au Gratin and Baked Beans I always take to my mom's for Christmas dinner.

19. What do you want for Christmas this year?
Ah, world peace? Oh, it's the materialistic side of things you're asking about? Doesn't matter really, I love just about everything.

20. What are you most thankful for this Christmas?
My family and my loves and my friends.

Dear Diary,

Why, oh, why are people so bloody annoying?. And it's not simply a question of curiosity, I don't merely seek knowledge--no, it's my sanity, you see, it demands that I know the answer to this question, and if I don't find the answers I seek, I'm terribly afraid of what it will do...

Please, I beg of you, tell me, I need to know!

K, so, imagine you're me (I know, I know--just do it) and you've been dealing with this particular customer who (you suspect) takes great pleasure in harassing you daily (at least) about getting someone to come by and fix a problem that needs fixing. Okee dokee, sure thing, you bet, no problem BUT, you kindly explain (with annoying regularity) that you're not a "service" company and once things go out of warranty there's no guarantee on the when's of things and since they are out of warranty and what they're wanting would absolutely be a "service" issue it could take a bit of time before anyone can swing by and fix that problem that needs fixing.

So, cool, groovy, copacetic, right? Umm, no. They call you and call you (and call you and call you) over and over (and over and over) again until you're having visions of ripping your own hair out strand by strand. You just can't take it anymore (can't, can't, can't) so you buckle under pressure and order someone to swing by and fix that problem that needs fixing like right now! You call the consistent caller who's been harassing you to the point of insanity and explain that they're on the way, 20 minutes tops and they'll be there! Abso-fucking-lutely!

Done, finished, no more calls! Whoo. WRONG. Eighteen minutes later the phone rings and you answer it obliviously unaware of who's waiting for you on the other end, because it couldn't be THAT caller, oh no, you've taken care of that, it's done! But it is them (why, god, why) and they sound rushed and annoyed (etc, etc, etc) and start grilling you about when we're going to be there?? When, when, when!?!? Two minutes, you say, just two! TWO, they question. Yes, two, you answer! No longer, they ask. No, two minutes (they better fucking be), you answer. And ya know what they say to you??? Do you? No? Well, I'll tell you. They say, "That's good, if it's only going to be two minutes I'll wait cause I really need to get back to the pool!"

The pool?!?! The bloody bitching mother fucking pool?!?! This shit was so important they've been harassing me for damn near two weeks, and now that we're on our way, they're bitching about waiting two minutes because they need to get back to the pool.

What is WRONG with people? WHAT???

K, sigh, all done now.

Perhaps when I'm not so annoyed I'll tell you all about my weekend, which, aside from a few very bad moments in the land of Aimee and Drew, was nearly perfect.

Mmm, cookies...

Ooh, Warren did something wonderful with my soda and now it's all icy and cold and yum! Fantastic!

Anyway, it's Friday (thank the gods) and in another hour or so, I'm free (free, free) for two glorious and wonderful days! Coolness. And you know what, tonight, my mom and I are going to go to Starbucks for eggnog lattes and then we're going to walk across the street and park our asses on a bench in front of one of the fountains at "The Walk" and do absolutely nothing for a bit. Sounds heavenly.

And after that, we're gonna go pick up my monster and head to her house to go through my cookie recipes so we can decide which ones we'll be baking tomorrow. Have I ever mentioned that I love baking cookies? I do, very much so.

And that's really all there is, it's been a completely unexciting week in my world (well, there was the bloody cloudburst that threatened to wash us all away yesterday, but I got off work a full two hours early so I'm not complaining).

I hope everyone has a peachy weekend, I'm certainly going to try to.

Mmm, cookies...

Lights, lights & more lights...

I have shared my childish love for Christmas lights, yes? Cameron's crazy about them too! We're peas in a pod, he and I. Anyhow, though the quality is awful, here's some pics of our Christmas lights. And I'll have you know that my Cameron is extremely proud because, along with my mom and dad, he and I put them up together! Sweet.

Quizzes. quizzes & more quizzes...

Cause like I'm so totally unoriginal.

Your Eyes Should Be Violet

Your eyes reflect: Mystery and allure What's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passion

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

^^ I wish! Violet eyes are gorgeous! Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power. And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect

Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it. You have the confidence to make the first move. And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best. Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!

Are You a Good Kisser?

^^ Ah, I think not. I'm not awful at it, but I'm certainly not perfect.

For the twelve days of Christmas, your true love will send you:

Twelve punk rockers drumming Eleven carolers a-caroling Ten elves a-leaping Nine ladies baking cookies Eight goats a-milking Seven hot chocolates a-steaming Six kittens a-meowing Five golden coins Four calling secret admirers Three French fries Two stale fruit cakes And a crazy homeless person in an apple tree

What Will You Get for the 12 Days of Christmas?

Your Dominant Thinking Style: Visioning

You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights. You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details. An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path. You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum.

What's Your Thinking Style?

You Are a Snowman

Friendly and fun, you enjoy bringing holiday cheer to everyone you know!

What Christmas Ornament Are You?

You Are 65% Peaceful

You are a very peaceful person. All is good in your world, no matter what's going on. Occasionally you let your problems get to you, but you generally remain upbeat. Your inner strength is inspirational - much more so than you may realize.

How Peaceful Are You?

^^ Eh, I don't know about that.

[Insert Catchy Title Here]

Ooh, Surpise surprise, another meme! Yee Haw! Whatever. Anyway, on with the show (btw, I stole this from Evan)...

LAYER ONE:
– Name: Aimee D. Wingfield
– Birth date: August 4, 1975
– Birthplace: Ashland, Kentucky
– Current Location: Coral Springs, Florida
– Eye Color: Hazel
– Hair Color: Blonde
– Height: 5'1"
– Righty or Lefty: Righty
– Zodiac Sign: Leo

LAYER TWO:
– Your heritage: 'Bout all I know is that I'm part Cherokee
– The shoes you wore today: Groove Flip Flops
– Your weakness: Meh, I have a few
– Your fears: At the moment, loneliness
– Your perfect pizza: Extra cheese, pepperoni and black olives
– Goal you’d like to achieve: Eh, whatever. I'm done making goals. Piss on it and them.

LAYER THREE:
– Your most overused phrase: Oh, for fucks sake...
– Your first waking thoughts: I don't really think when I first wake up.
– Your best physical feature: I don't know? As far as I can see there isn't anything about me that really stands out, so, nothing.
– Your most missed memory: There are many.

LAYER FOUR:
– Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi (the flavored diet variety).
– McDonald’s or Burger King: Wendy's
– Single or group dates: Whatever.
– Adidas or Nike: Eh, neither really.
– Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Don't like either one.
– Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
– Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee

LAYER FIVE:
– Smoke: I did then I didn't then I did then I didn't.
– Cuss: On the regular.
– Sing: Sure, if I'm alone in my car or the shower.
– Take a shower everyday: I do
– Do you think you’ve been in love: Sure
– Want to go to college: Not particularly
– Liked high school: Yep
– Want to get married: Been there, done that
– Believe in yourself: Nope
– Get motion sickness: Yep
– Think you’re attractive: Not in the least
– Think you’re a health freak: I should be, but I'm not
-Get along with your parent(s): Sure do
– Like thunderstorms: Mmm Hmm
– Play an instrument: Nah.

LAYER SIX: In the past month…
– Drank alcohol: Yep
– Smoked: Sure have--stress, depression and unhappiness are wicked evil things and I'm a weak, weak woman.
– Done a drug: I have not.
– Made Out: Nope.
– Gone on a date: Sort of.
– Gone to the mall?: Yes
– Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Can't say I have
– Eaten sushi: Never
– Been on stage: No
– Been dumped: Not that I'm aware of
– Gone skating: No, but it sounds kinda fun
– Made homemade cookies: No, but I will this weekend. Want some?
– Gone skinny dipping: Not in years.
– Dyed your hair: Nah.
– Stolen Anything: Not that I recall

LAYER SEVEN: Ever…
– Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
– Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes
– Been caught "doing something": Yes
– Been called a tease: Yes
– Gotten beaten up: No
– Shoplifted: Yes
– Changed who you were to fit in: Yes

LAYER EIGHT:
– Age you hope to be married: Did that already, I was 23
– Numbers and Names of Children: One, Cameron
– Describe your Dream Wedding: I don't know, mine was pretty fantastic and seeing as I planned it down to the last piece of confetti thrown I'm figuring it was as close to my "dream" wedding as it could get. As for describing it, I'm not really in the mood, but to sum it up, it was under a gazebo in the garden at a country club.
– How do you want to die: Ah, peacefully?
– Where you want to go to college: Don't
– What do you want to be when you grow up: I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys R Us kid...
– What country would you most like to visit: Don't care

LAYER NINE:
– Number of drugs taken illegally: One
– Number of people I could trust with my life: The number keeps getting smaller and smaller.
– Number of CDs that I own: Have no clue
– Number of piercings: 4 (all in the ears)
– Number of tattoos: None
– Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Twice that I know of
– Number of scars on my body: Legions
– Number of things in my past that I regret: Too many to count.

Miscellaneous Pics...

Of my Cameron, of course. The top three were taken on October 17th when he had to recite a story he'd written for "Reading Wizards" on stage in the school cafeteria, I didn't actually get to see him do it because I was with Evan, but I heard he was positively fantastic! The rest are of him doing his absolute favorite thing, skateboarding, at the house in Okeechobee (I was in California for that one too--LOL).











And before I go, I just wanted to say a big "thanks" and give lots and lots of virtual hugs to Thaly-Ann!! It's a rare thing that I go to the mailbox and find anything worth smiling about (bills, bills, bills, all bills all the time), but I did today! I haven't had a chance to listen to the CD's or watch the DVD yet, but I positively adore the pen (it's so cute) and the bookmark! That was so very sweet of you, thank you!!

Poor Santa! And Cameron's birthday party too...

Aww, poor Santa! The man is just so terribly misunderstood. Heh.

So, today was my Cameron's birthday party (YAY), and despite all the sleepless nights and nail-biting moments of sheer terror I had over something going amiss (kids showing up that didn't RSVP, not enough favors, etc.), I'm pleased to say that it went positively perfect (whoo--wipes brow)!

Let's see, there was a big dose of skateboarding, scootering and a bit of rollerblading too while the adults chatted and snacked on a tasty fruit plate Drew had brought in as well as some chips and salsa, followed by some rather yummy pizza for the kids (adults too) and these incredible wings that Drew made (Mmm, so good) for the adults, then it was off to "Rocket Bungee" and "Rock Climbing" followed by a bit more skateboarding before the kiddies ran off to play a game of "Laser Tag" (Cameron's team won--YAY), then it was cake, more skateboarding, some arcade games and finally presents.

And the kid done good! Drew got him a kick ass new skateboard, Drew and I got him a skateboard deck designed and signed by Tony Hawk (it's a collectable, not to be ridden, hence the other skateboard from Drew), Tony Hawk's Project 8 for his PS2, Monster House on DVD and his beloved Monopoly game (he wants to play me tomorrow). My mom got him a pair of jeans and 3 new shirts. My dad got him a mess of comic books. Drew's parents got him 2 pairs of jeans. Christie and Sarah got him a pack of Tech Decks. Nicky got him Tony Hawk's Downhill Jam for his Gameboy. Jasmine (she's been his girlfriend since kindergarten) got him Hot Wheels Street Duel and a Turbo Glo Car. Kyle got him a "Skater" t-shirt and a Fly Wheel. Alex got him a DVD movie. Tahric and Jobari got him Hot Wheels Monster Jam Trucks. Needless to say, my monster is a very happy boy this night.

He had a super-fantastic time and, my neurosis aside, that's really all that matters! And there are no pictures to post because I forgot my memory card and seeing as my USB cable for my camera doesn't work, they're currently stuck inside my camera. Sigh. But, no matter, it was a good time.

Ooh, pretty!

And it was, I promise! But, since my camera blows and it absolutely refused to take decent pictures of all the pretty boats with their twinkling lights, you'll just have to take my word for it! Anyhow, here's some pics from the Holiday Boat Parade in Boca we took Cameron to tonight as part of his birthday weekend festivities. He had a blast and so did we, it was fun and pretty!

Try as I might...

I just can not seem to find my "happy place" lately. It's gone M.I.A., and it apparently has NO desire to be found, but no matter, I still managed to be a beacon of wondrously happy delight on this day, my sons birthday, but I love the little monster so it really wasn't all that hard.

I'd like to say my "happy place" pulled up stakes and went into hiding on Wednesday (I think it was Wednesday) when I got pissed off at Christie because I asked her to do something for me that I deemed important and she failed to show up (and make no mistake, I'm still pissed off about that), but honestly, I'm thinking it actually happened the Wednesday before when I got the call from my doctors office. Meh, whatever, doesn't really matter when, does it?

Speaking of doctors offices, I despise them, all of them, every-single-one, but especially those that consider themselves a "Practice", they're the worst. And it's not so much the doctors that make them suck, no, it's the whole idea that because this doctor is now a part of a "Practice", I have to jump through fucking hoops for even the slimmest of hopes that I'll actually get to talk to the man himself.

Anyhow, on the off chance you haven't picked up on it yet, I'm still a bit peeved with my doctors office. Particularly the lovely nurse who was kind enough to call me two Wednesdays ago, mainly because she has yet to call me back. Of course, I could've called her back, but really, why should I have to dick around with the stupid fucking voice mail system they have set up in that office? It's bad enough I had to leave a message the first time. Seriously, there are just some things that, for various reasons, require personal attention and you shouldn't have to leave a fucking voice mail message so they have time to pull your file and whatever else they need to do before they can actually talk to you.

Hmm, it appears I'm more peeved than I thought I was.

Sigh.

And because I'm choosing not to discuss it here (there are just some things that are too personal to blog about), and I don't want anyone to worry, I'll tell you that it wasn't anything life-threatening, there's nothing wrong with me (well, aside from what was already wrong with me). For the most part, I'm fine and dandy, peachy keen and all that good stuff--peeved, naturally, but in working order.

Oh, and not that anyone gives a rats ass, but my nails, which typically never grow, have been on some freakish growing streak and just when I was getting them to look pretty, I broke one. Damn it all to hell.

So, anyway, because it's my Cameron's birthday weekend and we have all kinds of fun things planned for him, I'm hoping it'll help push my "happy place" back to front and center where it belongs. Wish me luck and have a good weekend while you're at it!

Aimee--Happy Birthday Cameron!

My monster turned 7 today! YAY!

Aimee--Well...

I'm thinking not, but fans of my anonymous erotic writing persona would be pleased to know that I'm not a complete fake (*snort*). LOL.

Are You a Sex Goddess?

A brilliant bolt of lightning descends! SHAZAAM! The oracle has spoken! The smoke clears to reveal that inside you is a divine being, PERSEPHONE, Goddess of the Night, a woman in touch with her deepest inner desires.

As the most sexual of all the female deities, you are very comfortable in the bedroom. Your skill at pleasing a man is unmatched, and you know exactly what you need for your own pleasure. As a woman of passion, you're very comfortable with expressing your desires to anyone. You are a proud and confident woman who exudes sensuality. You cherish the intimacy of physical attraction and know what it takes to win a man. As a woman deeply in touch with your sexuality, you definitely know how to thoroughly enjoy yourself! Your polished bedroom performance always keeps them coming back for more. When everything is going right, a light shines down from the heavens. Behold, the skies proclaim, here lies a goddess!

Take the Test:
Goddess
God

Aimee--Meh, whatever.

I absolutely fucking love it when people have time for just about everything but me. Ah, it's such a wonderful feeling, I couldn't possibly describe it. And the next person who wants or needs something from me--my time, my advice, what-the-fuck-ever--and then proceeds to blow me off when I'm wanting it back can get fucked. I won't tell them that of course because I'm a push over of astronomical proportions, but I'll be thinking it, I swear I will.

Okay, rant over.

Sigh.

Nobody loves me.
Everybody hates me.
I’m gonna eat some worms.

The rest of the song is just gross, but that's kinda how I feel today. Sigh. I did shave my legs though and unclogged my drain and scoured my bathtub and did the dishes and a load of laundry and Christmas shopping. So much for all that laziness I was coveting, huh?

Oh well, I'm tired. Even though it challenges me, I think I'll go to bed and have some fun with the recurring dream I spoke of yesterday. Sounds delightful.

Aimee

This is of absolutely no importance what-so-ever, but I really need to shave my legs, it's been a couple weeks and I imagine it doesn't look at all attractive, but it does fit quite nicely into the impromptu mode of faineancy I've suddenly developed.

Anyhow, I had a fairly nice weekend. Friday was nothing special, I picked up Drew from work and took him to the skate park before I headed home to enjoy a bit of that faineance I was speaking of.

Saturday, on the other hand, was good and there was barely an ounce of faineance to be had as I was busy, busy, busy shopping and cooking and baking. It was my mothers birthday and she was wanting a cake and some stuffed shells, so I made them for her. After dinner, cake and some harassment from Christie because I haven't come back for another round of board games since Thanksgiving (she's wanting another go at Monopoly and perhaps a bit of Scrabble, which sadly, I learned while I was with Evan, I'm not very good at, but if I can't beat Christie at a word game it'll be a sad, sad day in history), we three (my mom, Christie and I--we rented 'Monster House' for the kiddies and like angels (snort), they were watching it quietly in Sarah's room) settled down together in the living room and watched 'Poseidon' followed by 'Mission Impossible: 3'. Cruise haters will gasp, but I rather liked 'MI: 3', hell, I rather liked all of them, but I'm a big goof, so it should really come as no surprise.

Since Cameron fell asleep at my moms house Saturday night, I got to sleep in on Sunday and that was a lovely thing (faineance, faineance, faineance). My mom brought my monster home around 2:00 and after I roused myself enough to take a shower and get dressed, we, Cameron and I, headed for City Streets ('tis the skate park) where I watched Cameron do all kinds of awesome (and bone chillingly scary) tricks on his skate board until about 7:30 when I had to leave him with Brian so I could go pick up Drew from the convention center in Downtown Fort Lauderdale. We, Drew and I, didn't make it back to the skate park until just shy of 10:00 because we had to break down his display and what-not before we could head back, so, Drew and Cameron didn't get very much time together as I had to get Cameron home and in bed to try and prevent him from being a complete crab-ass this morning, which, I should mention, worked as he was fairly pleasant this morning.

In other news, I keep having this recurrent dream and I'm not complaining, the dream is yummy and good and yes, God, yes, but you see, it has my typically dormant ambitious streak taunting me as I'm now wanting to make it my mission to accomplish in reality what I accomplish in my dream. Only, for various reasons, none of which are easy to work around, it'd be damn near impossible to accomplish this yummy feat anywhere but in my dreams. It's somewhat frustrating, but my momma always said, "where there's a will there's a way" (and if she knew I was applying that to this she'd probably have a heart attack--LOL), so all hope is not lost, my friends, someday, I will do it.

And that's it really. Today, my least favorite day of the week, has actually started off on a good note and if fate is smiling, it'll stay that way (crossing fingers).

And just because...

Tequila Cookies

Cookie Ingredients:
1 Cup of butter
1 Tsp. baking soda
1 Cup of sugar
2-1/2 Cups flour
1 Tsp. salt
1 Cup of brown sugar
1 Tsp. lemon juice
4 Large eggs
1 Cup nuts
2 Cups of dried fruit
1 Bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila

Sample the Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.

Turn on the electric mixer... Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar... Beat again.

At this point it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still OK, try another cup ... just in case.

Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Pick the frigging fruit off floor...

Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.

Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who giveshz a sheet. Check the Jose Cuervo.

Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off the turner.

Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the dishwasher.

Cherry Mistmas

Heh.

If we had snow in South Florida this would so totally be my biggest fear.

Your One Stop Meme Shop.

And I bet you're getting tired of them already, huh? I did this one days ago in a moment of sheer boredom, but never got around to posting it, guess today's your lucky day. I'm gonna write a real post later, perhaps sometime after my mind wakes up and my head quits hurting, but in the meantime, another one of these monotonous question thing-a-ma-jigs...

1. What curse word do you use the most?
It's shameful and all, but I apparently have a deep rooted affection for the word "fuck" as I use it in various forms at least ten times a day.

2. Do you own an iPod?
I don't.

3. Who on your Myspace "Top 8" do you talk to the most?
Ah, seeing as I have a grand total of "3" friends (its says 5, but they're crazy), I don't have a "Top 8", but, in my "Top 3", it'd be Christie.

4. What time is your alarm clock set for?
6:30 AM.

5. What color is your room?
There's really no particular color scheme to my room, so, I couldn't really say.

6. Flip flops or sneakers?
Flip flops.

7. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?
I look AWFUL in pictures therefore I'm going to have to go with take on this one.

8. Do any of your friends have children?
Most of them do.

9. Has anyone ever called you lazy?
The more apt question would be, is there anyone who hasn't? My laziness is very pronounced and I typically don't bother with trying to hide it.

10. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster?
Not to date.

11. What CD is currently in your CD player?
Some Mix CD I compiled and had my sister burn for me.

12. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?
Oddly, regular.

13. Has anyone told you a secret this week?
If they had why would I tell you, it's a secret.

14. Have you ever given someone a hickey?
Mmm Hmm.

15. Who was the last person to call you?
My mom.

16. Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
Probably.

17. Did you watch cartoons as a child?
Uh huh and still do sometimes.

18. How many siblings do you have?
Well, since the "steps" stopped talking to us, I'm gonna go with one.

19. Are you shy around the opposite sex?
Usually.

20. What movie do you know every line to?
I don't believe that there is a movie I know every line to.

21. Do you own any band t-shirts?
Bands, no, but I have an Eminem t-shirt Drew bought me when he took me to the Anger Management 3 Tour for my birthday in '05.

22. What is your favorite salad dressing?
Ranch.

23. Do you read for fun?
Often.

24. Do you cry a lot?
Yes, probably too much.

25. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?
Desktop.

26. What is the weather like?
Hotter than hades.

26. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?
I don't see why not.

27. Is sex before marriage wrong?
Well, seeing as I was three months pregnant when I got married I guess that'd be a big fat NO.

28. When was the last time you slept on the floor?
I honestly have no clue, it's been awhile.

29. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?
I usually function fairly well on 4, less and I'm a mess.

30. Are you in love or lust?
I'd have to say both.

31. Are your days full and fast-paced?
As far as work goes, my days are pretty full and fast-paced, otherwise, I don't know, they're typically pretty dull and I'm okay with that.

32. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages?
That I do.

33. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
32.

34. Are you picky about spelling and grammar?
Sometimes, depends on my mood really.

35. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
Yep, Six Flags Over Atlanta.

36. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex?
Both equally pretty much.

37. Do you like Cottage Cheese?
Eh, not particularly.

38. Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?
Side mostly, tummy sometimes.

39. Have you ever bid for something on eBay?
I have not.

40. Do you enjoy giving hugs?
Very much so.

41. What song did you last sing out loud?
Life is a Highway, the Rascal Flatts version. Why, I do not know, but I freakin' LOVE that song.

42. What is your favorite TV show?
House.

43. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
Just before I met Evan.

44. What one thing do you wish you had?
Better health.

45. What are your plans for the weekend?
Saturday, I'm making dinner, a cake and renting a movie with my mom for her birthday and Sunday, I'm taking Cameron to the skate park because Drew has to do a show at the convention center for work.

46. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?
I've never kissed myself so I'm not really sure.

47. Would you rather receive amazing oral sex or have amazing sex?
The latter immediately following the former would be heavenly.

48. Can you fix your own car?
Not if my life depended on it.

49. Have you been in love?
I have. I am.

50. Do you miss anyone right now?
Sure do.