At Home Singing Starship

Sick.

Well, sorta.

It's weird having a boss that actually tells you to work from home. Yay for germ-a-phobes! Or is it germ-o-phobes? Germafobes. Jerrmahfohbs.

I'm actually feeling worse now that I came home. Getting the chills and all that good stuff. Blah.

I wish I was able to record my thoughts as they pop into my head. You know like in the movie, What Women Want (which I haven't really seen except for one scene with Helen Hunt in an office with Mel Gibson). Apparently, he can hear everything she's thinking, right? You see though, I don't think my thoughts would always be in complete sentences. Here's an example of what's going through my head right now:

KiKi, stop it.
I can't really think of anything to type or think about.
Cold.
KiKi!
Stop it, KiKi. Don't even try it.

Well, that was lame and not a good example. (KiKi was trying to eat my computer mouse/computer screen).

Anyway, the point is that I don't think everyone thinks in sentences. It might be more like in random ideas, words and...notions?

Ahoy, mateys! Come aboard the StArrrrr-ship!

So apparently we have pirates chillin' 'round Africa. I just read an article on cnn.com with the headline of "No way to stop us, pirate leader says."

The first thing that popped into my head was...yep, you'd better believe it..."Nothing's Gonna Stop Us." If you don't know the song, then 1) you obviously haven't seen Mannequin and 2) well, you don't appreciate bad music from ex-60s and 70s-rockers-turned-We-Built-This-City-and-crapped-out-a-music-video bands.

And we can sail these fleets together, sailing strong forever
Nothing's gonna stop us now!
And if this world runs out of tankers
Wall Street loses bankers
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us nowwwww whoahhhhhhh

Yes. I am. A. Dork.

Put too much effort into this blog, so now I can't think of an effing title.

This

is the best picture I could take over the past two weeks. Sadness.

Oh well, it's something, right?

Oh, and here's another version of the picture (that doesn't completely suck):

Lights. And bulbs. And mirror.

Yay me.

Anywho...yep, it's ANOTHER blog. Why? Because I forgot my password to my other account, and Blogger is taking too long to send the password to my Gmail account. Not kidding.

Have some more pictures...

Here's BeBe and KiKi circa 2005

And here's The Betches circa 2008

"Operation 'Jolly-Up-Yo-Ass'"

So it's about Christmas time, and I've decided not to be a poopy pants about the Holidays. Good news, right? Yeah, I've never been a huge fan of the Holiday season. I'm not sure if it's due to the fact that our family doesn't really celebrate it in huge fashion anymore or if it's because I'm poor and so is everyone else around me or if it's because I worked in retail for too long. Any which way, I've been turning into a Grinch for the past four years. I'm not sure what the exact plan of action will be to go from "ho-hum"ing to "ho ho ho"ing (other than standing on a street corner--hey yoooo! heh), but I promise to try to be more in the Holiday spirit this year.

Action Items:

1) Get a tree

2) Send Christmas cards

F for epic Fail!

3) Spend extra time with Friends and Loved Ones

**Photo may or may not be of actual Friends and Loved Ones**

Crap, now I have George Michael's "Last Christmas" in my head. EFF!