Joie de vivre

For behold, after an absence of ten years, give or take, she has once again found a radio station that carries Thistle and Shamrock.

Now you know where she'll be every Saturday night at seven.

See, savetheolives, beccabug33, and windandtherain made me really hyper last night, and when I woke up I was still hyper (it still took me half an hour to get out of bed after the alarm rang: this IS my hyper morning face) which meant that instead of stumbling around blearily for an hour I stumbled around blearily for half an hour and then did imitation salsa moves to the music of Los Super Seven. The windows are open, "the morning air is all awash with angels", and I ate a bowl of strawberries with cream.

Also: I have chapstick.

The power is back on!

I can walk from room to room and flip on lights as I go!

I can listen to the radio!

And check my email!
(And it's snowing, a beautiful snow. 'Lil Baby cat's first, too. Her black fur, fluffed to the max, looks so cute against the flakes.)

Ho hum, what a boring day, absolutely nothing interesting has happened all day, in fact, all I've managed to do so far this Monday is break a toe and buy a car.

La!

Four words for you: cold sangria, hot bath.

So I watched "The Devil Wears Prada" tonight. I liked it in the same way that I liked the book -- it fascinates me, but is horrifying and depressing at the same time. I read a book last month, Fame Junkies, that talked about why the personal assistants to celebrities do what they do, often giving up their life to be at the beck and call of their employer, doing the most menial, stupid, and often nigh impossible tasks while considering themselves fortunate because, oh my gosh, I get to be close to X famous person(s). 

I have a real problem with people who think that by virtue of their fame, wealth, or influence they are above the rules and allowed to treat people like dirt. And I have a problem with the people who let them get away with it.

- Last night on impulse I did my taxes. In 30 minutes. This is happy because usually I put it off as long as possible -- now it's not hanging over my head. (Of course, how much I have to pay is unhappy.) 

- My trip to see crystallia and ransomedsea in two weeks is a go! My parents don't seem too apprehensive about Little Girl road-tripping alone (well, not too) and I am definitely looking forward to a little adventuring. I spent all morning on the phone with salvage yards tracking down a car part I need, and as soon a I get that (dad offered to go pick it up for me, bless his heart, since I literally have no two hour period of time to spare between now and then) then I shall rest easy. 

- My mother's birthday tea party is coming along well. Did I mention I'm throwing her a tea Saturday? It's going to be so girly and lovely, if a lot of work. I'll take lots of pictures. :) I love hosting elegant events.

- Our new kitchen and dining room floor is going in right now! It's beautiful.

- Quiznos for supper. Flatbread pizza. YUM.

Life is good. 

Spent the evening writing the family Christmas letter (Mwahahaha, now they remember why they regret putting me in charge of this every year!)  while Mannheim Steamroller blasted and mum and the boys put up the Christmas tree. 

And Hagen tried to eat the twinkly lights.

I asked Benjamin to make me a cup of coffee with "one spoon of sugar and some half and half."

I received a cup with one spoon of sugar and half coffee, half half-and-half.

The  poor kid didn't know what half-and-half was and completely misunderstood.

But it was really, really good.

Gmail was down. We weeps! We didn't know what to do with ourselves!

Tonight I probably get to move all the furniture back into my reference room. They've almost got the floor done, and it is purtiful.

It's time for my dinner break, so I am going coat-shopping. Eating dinner during a dinner hour is so cliched.

I feel really weird today. And happy. =)

And I'm just too awake and too cheerful to go to bed.

I made some necklaces out of old buttons today. I like them a lot and I think they look very fall-and-wintery. I've collected jars and jars of vintage (and otherwise) buttons. Why not wear them?

Thanks to the bad influence of _haydee_ , I've become enamoured with this game. Remember back - way, way back - those text-based adventure games, of which the greatest was The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? We had a stone-age Apple IIe computer, and I had never read the book and hadn't an idea in the world what the whole house-being-flattened-by-a-bulldozer was about. It means ever so much more now (and the graphics are, um, rather much improved!) 

What's funny is that I've never gotten all the way through any computer game. I loved Myst, but I even got bored of that when I couldn't figure it out fast enough. I do not know if I'll ever get all the way through this one, either, but I don't think I'll get tired of it. Perhaps by stealing a couple moments here and there I may be able to finish it in five years! 

Anyway, that was a heads up to any Hitchhiker fans - you MUST take a peek at it. It's marvelous.