Week End

Well, my 60+ hr workweek is over at last!
It actually went by really fast...I didn't even have time to think. Just eat, sleep, and work. Sometimes I had to cut back on the first two :P
This week will be a little less hectic, since tomorrow is free minus a couple hours cleaning in the evening, and I'm only scheduled to work four days (so far) at my new job. Then payday!!! Which will hopefully make it all worthwhile.

Ps. Let it be known that my mom's cat, Buddy, is a freakish animal with a weird obsession with crinkly plastic. I hate it. I just discovered that he pulled out a bunch of wrappers and tags and stuff from my garbage and dragged it all over my floor. UGH. Going to bed now. I'm too tired to deal with him, or even write a blog post that makes any sense. Goodnight.

The Day Approaches...

Shopping for my Flapper costume has been mostly successful with the exception of finding a long rope of pearls (cheap).
I was very pleased and impressed with myself when I bagged a NEW 20's style dress and cloche hat (the only 2 must-haves on my list) for about $15, within an hour of beginning my quest.
I "splurged" on one accessory, bought some cheap cosmetics at the dollar store, and I'm planning on crafting another accessory tomorrow...we'll see how it works out.
I didn't get what I wanted as far as shoes, but considering my good luck elsewhere, I won't complain too much.
Having said that...if you own some pearls (any length), or some close-toe shoes with heels, about size 6....you are my new best friend. Mind if I borrow them?

I just did a little test-run on my makeup, with the dress and hat...this is gonna be good, folks. We have a plan for a little photo-shoot tomorrow, so I'll definitely be putting up pictures when I can.

Its really kind of ridiculous how excited I am about this murder mystery...!

Happy Valentines

What better way to celebrate than with chocolate and vanilla cupcakes with lots of icing?

All works of art by Jill and Katie.

They were deeeelicious :)

Stuck in My Head

Still sick...no sore throat, and nose is basically fine...I just feel like I was hit by a bus, that's all.

So, while I laid in bed yesterday, these songs were running through my head, over and over, and OVER...

Maybe this is what I need to cure me of that.



The last two can't be embedded, so click the links here and here to watch/listen...

Why are music videos so weird? And is a prerequisite to be stunningly beautiful to be a performer? Well anyway, they're fun to watch.

The Month of Luuuuuuurrrvvvv....

Sorry I haven't been blogging lately...this week...at all. Geez, has it really been that long?
I seem to go through these phases...I almost hit a record high in January, and now its well into February, and this is my first post of the month!

Sigh.

I just don't know what to write about.

Actually, since its February, month of Valentines, aka LOVE, and there are little red hearts, chocolates, and roses, everywhere...I figure why not celebrate?

Sure I'm single as the day I was born, but there are plenty of friends out there who are completely twitterpated, and I'm happy for them! In fact, I'm going to get on the ball this year, and start my 2010 engagement/wedding tally NOW! I like to see the numbers go up :)

On top of all this, I've been visiting with my friend from out of town, and even though she is single, she is one of those girls who likes to plan her wedding "ahead of time". She has picked out her exact style of wedding dress, hair, shoes, etc...
Sure, why not know what you like?
I've never really been the type to think about my wedding. I mean, I can generally tell you what I like in a wedding, and what I don't, but I've never gone into specifics about what I would want. But our conversation piqued my interest, and I went on one of my terrible, fanatical, research binges.
Sort of like the 1920's one I just went though, that led me to the Diamond Dame blog, this excessive wedding craze led me to Once Wed.
Suffering from insomnia anyway, I spent the night perusing different styles of weddings. A lot of the featured weddings on the blog are vintage-inspired, which is right up my alley.

I began to give wedding dresses some thought.

There are so many white satin/silk, strapless, embroidered, princess poof dresses out there. I know that a lot of people like that more traditional style, and until now I'd always assumed that's what I would get. But the more I looked, the less I liked.

I have come to the conclusion that my dress will neither be made of silk or satin, it will not be a stark white (I think plain white is less common these days anyway), and I want...sleeves. There...I said it...I know sleeves on wedding dresses can be weird, but there some some nice ones. And I shall have them!

Hee hee...I feel silly making decisions about a day that is so far away in the very distant future, but it's kind of fun too. I figure the more I decide now, (if I write it down) the less I will have to decide later. Which is always a good thing.

If you're interested in seeing a dress I absolutely adore, search "Seth and Dionna" on the Once Wed blog link. His scarf thing is pretty awesome too.

Thoughts?

If you are married, what was your wedding like? What would you do differently now, if anything? Did you plan your wedding at all, before you were engaged?

If you are unmarried, have you ever thought about your future wedding day? How do you picture it?

I have many more thoughts, but as I said before, I feel silly writing about them. This is about as deep as I will delve for now.

Carrying a Torch

As you are most likely aware, the Olympic Torch came through Kamloops the other day.
I didn't realize that it started in Valleyview, and had come to the conclusion that I would be working at its time of arrival, and therefore would miss this most exciting event.

Little did I know I had a date with destiny.

My mother was the one that informed me I would have a chance to view one of the runners before work, and she dragged myself and my brother off the couch to witness it.

We drove out through all the traffic, parked, got a hot drink, and arrived at the sidewalk in front of Valleyview Seconday just as the festivities began.

A few decorated cars were slowly going by, blaring music, with runners handing out flags and tambourines. (Tambourines?? Whaaat??)

Mom was rather exited, and got right into the spirit of things, clapping and doing a jig and such. Me? I wouldn't be caught dead doing what these people were doing.
Then it happened.

The coca-cola truck approached.
Whatevs, right? I mean, come on I don't even drink coke, and if given the choice, I'll drink Pepsi instead (please don't throw things at me).
But this was different.
I had my rooibus latte in one hand, and because I am an addicted blogger, I had my camera in the other. I focused in on the shiny red truck thundering by.

One of the runners turned.
I thought, "He wants to be in my picture. Isn't that nic-"

He started running towards me.
He smiled.
He thrust a coke bottle at me.
I juggled my belongings, to accommodate the new arrival.
I smiled.
Our eyes met.
This was IT.
And then he was gone.

Leaving only a token of his love for me to cherish forever.
I don't know your name, or where you are from, but I will never forget you, Mr Coke-bottle guy.
Love like this doesn't happen every day...


Oh ya, and we saw the torch bearer too.

The Photobook

I think I may have spent a post saying how wonderful digital scrapbooking is.
Quick, easy, convenient...

True, but it can also be expensive!

A month or two back I decided to get my butt in gear, and start working on my photos of Ireland. I knew I wanted to go digital...couldn't bring myself to even consider printing off a chunk of my thousands of pics.
I also knew I wanted the book to be 12x12. With so many pictures to document, they needed sufficient room.
I had lots of other criteria, but it will bore you. My point:

Turns out Shutterfly came the closest to my specifications. Not perfect, but the lesser of many evils.

I set up an account, and got to work.

For the last 2 weeks or so I've been working hard...no really. It is hard work doing these things.
Not like sweaty-brow hard work...mental and emotional hard work!

My patience has been tested with horrendous uploading times, failed uploads, pictures that won't fit the template, tiny spaces for text, and randomly bumping something that will delete the last hour's progress...you know the one.

Its also been really weird just going through all these old pictures, trying to remember names, places, and thoughts, from the time. I dug out a lot of old memorabilia for reference, and even cracked open my journal from that year. Whew! Emotional overload! I'm tellin' ya...this wasn't an easy project!

Once all the pictures and text were in place, it was time for the tedious work. Clicking page by page...checking that all fonts and font sizes were consistent, that they fit, were spelled correctly, spaced properly, etc. Also adjusting cropped pictures, and making some last-minute swaps.

It took hours...and hours...and hours...

When I knew there was realistically nothing else that needed to be done, I still couldn't click the "next" button. I was afraid.

Afraid that I missed a glaring error, and as soon as it was sent away I would remember and go, "OH NO!"...

and afraid of the price...

I knew roughly remembered how much the book would cost, with its 20 "complimentary" pages. But my book had reached about, well...would you believe me if I said it was 90 pages long? I could hardly believe it either. I didn't know how much those extra 70 pages were gonna cost me.

When I finally decided to get this other with, and went to the "checkout" I had another heart attack. I knew it wouldn't be cheap, but I wasn't expecting it to be quite THAT much!!! (I can't tell you the number, because I can't quite comprehend it myself). It was even 20% off, with some promotional deal going on.

It was a big dilemma. A BIG dilemma.
I began weighing the pros and cons. And thinking of alternatives...

But once the thought of, "Start over and scrapbook them the old-fashioned way" hit my brain, my mind was made up.

After all this time, my corneas bleeding from staring at the glow of the computer screen until the wee morning hours, uploading, typing, re-uploading, and re-typing...

All those hours, wasted?

I couldn't face it, guys.
I couldn't face having to start alllll over again.
So I clicked, "Order".

And that was that.

But get this...

THAT WASN'T EVEN ALL MY PICTURES!

I didn't put any of my backpacking trip in June in that book. Nada.

That's like...another 10,000 pictures! (not really, I don't know how many pics I have from that, but probably an equal amount)

For a second I contemplated starting another shutterfly book...but last night, I decided NO.

I will do them the old fashioned way.

Whether or not its cheaper in the long run, we will have to see. But since I already have a lot of paper, and all the basics needed, I think it will be a better deal.

That's what I'm telling myself, because I won't ever pay that much for a photobook ever again!

How Do You Rate?

I recently discovered Diamond Dame...a blog about all things vintage. It is one of the reasons I haven't gotten to bed at a decent hour for many days.

While I read, I store away all manners of useless knowledge of the past...oh, how I love it. Love, love, love it.

However, considering that I have recently turned 22 (and I am unspeakably jealous of Diamond Dame's vintage picnic birthday party coming up) and my brother tells me I am on the verge of becoming an Old Spinster, when I found this on the blog, I thought it best to take...

The 1930's Husband & Wife Test

And see what I needed to work on before I was ready for matrimony.
I rated at 62...A "Superior" housewife...but I also cheated, because I have never been married so I can't really know these answers until then.

Would you pass as a good housewife/husband in the 1930's?

Wasting Time

I'm sorry this poor blog has been so boring lately. Life has not been very exciting. I know that usually its when life is boring and slow that blogs tend to get more interesting, but let that just testify to how boring my life has been. It can't even be exciting in blog form.
I've been slaving away on my Ireland photobook, and I'm up too 65 pages!!! I have no doubt I will reach the limit of 100 pages. Its going to be one thick book. And that's not even going to include the month of backpacking with Karissa! I'll have to make a separate book for that!
At long last I have taken out "North & South" (Elizabeth Gaskell), and "Sense & Sensibility" (Jane Austen) from the library, and I will make myself settle down and read them. And I will enjoy them.
Last night cleaning, there was water raining from the ceiling in the ladies washroom! A huge mess. The foamy ceiling squares were all waterlogged and discolored...so gross. We (my boss and I) couldn't get a hold of anyone, so I had to leave it dripping all night, with the mop bucket and other buckets strategically placed around the toilet to catch all the water! Its going to be a disaster when I go in to clean tonight...uuuugh.
Anyway that's all I can think of right now. But there is hope for blogs in the future. I have a package coming in the mail that I'm excited about, and when it gets here I will share it with you.

Anybody Want One?

I'm doing one of my routine reorganizations, which included jewelery and lotions this time.

These necklaces have been hanging around for a while, and I like them, but I just never wear them. I have already found a new home for a lotion, thrown out an ancient clay masque tube, and a terrible aerosol perfume I bought in the Gatwick airport because I hadn't had a shower in a while, and it was hot. Niiiiice.
Also up for grabs: 2 pairs of little girls' earrings I bought when I got my ears pierced, NOA perfumed stardust body lotion, and a few other random necklaces that aren't as nice as the ones shown in the picture...I know, I know, I'm too generous.
I wish it wasn't too cold for garage sales.

Long Day

Left the house at 8:30am and got back at 11pm...

but I started the yoga class, and it was quite fun and challenging (for me!) and I think it will be a good thing. Ugh, I was going to write more, but I'm absolutely wiped out. Bed time.

Oh, and my iPod decided to start a slow and painful death (at the beginning of a 3.5 hour shift *alone* in a quiet and empty office...not good) on the eve of its 4th Birthday. Almost. Ok, not quite, but nearly. I think that's a pretty good lifespan though, for iPods. I'm just worried about losing all my music now. Oh well. Ok, bedtime. For real.

You have the WHAT?!

You know that tingly, irritated, itchy feeling your nose gets sometimes? Like when there is cat hair on your clothes, or you breathe in dust? Apparently there is a word for that:

Kriebel.
Like "KREE-bull"

My mother enlightened me. Its a Dutch word meaning "itch" or "tickle" specifically in regards to the nose.
Today I've been suffering from acute case of the Kriebels. I don't know what it is. At first I thought I was getting sick, because I was sneezing a lot yesterday, but I've stopped now and I have no other symptoms. Just this irritated nose that I just want to rub and rub...I'm resisting.
But its been unpleasant.

My only hope is that my pain has been your gain, now that I have equipped you with a new word for your vocabulary. Its a fun one.

Using Public Restrooms 101

Since beginning work as a janitor in September, it has come to my attention that perhaps not everyone has the Public Restroom skills and know-how that previously I have assumed was common knowledge. Perhaps these unfortunates are still in the Age of the Outhouse, and are just confused and bewildered by modern technology, ie: flushing toilets, paper towel dispensers, etc. Perhaps they just need a guiding light, a helping hand...
I have decided to compile a very basic list of simple instructions for these poor souls, so that together we may journey into a future of sparkling mirrors, and spotless toilet seats.

1. The Urge
It has come upon you, and the next logical step is to enter the bathroom. Unfortunately you are in a public place, which means the comforts of home are unavailable, and the choices you make here will affect others.
Because discomfort has become an issue of some urgency, you may be tempted to make some poor choices here in the Public Restroom, but I would urge you to take a moment and consider a few steps that will ensure a cleaner, more pleasant Public Restroom Experience for yourself and others.
Upon entering you will immediately take note of sights and smells of said Restroom. If your impression is positive and the facility seems clean, please continue. If it seems that it has mostly been occupied by monkeys and neanderthals, perhaps you should "hold it", as they say. However if it is a pressing issue and you must use the facilities or face a worse fate, please do not take on the mentality, "When in Rome..."
This will only ensure that conditions will grow progressively worse, and the janitor will want to end their life, and you wouldn't want that.

2. Stalling for Time
Public Restrooms are unlike private washrooms in that they are usually comprised of more than one cubicle, or "stall", with a toilet. Here you may be faced with possibly the most crucial choice of your visit. It is important to choose the right stall for your stay, and it is also important to realize there is very little chance of privacy. If this visit is going to be publicly unacceptable, it may be best to wait until you return home (or find a better hidden washroom at the end of the long hallway). Chances are you will encounter another visitor during your stay, and this can make things very awkward if you've left behind an gift, visible or invisible, for your successor to the throne.
3. Before You Sit
Check the lock. Make sure it works; make sure it exists. Check the TP supply, unless you wish to ask your next-door neighbour to share theirs. Check the seat for cleanliness. Check the bowl...for gifts from predecessors. If you have any suspicions that a gift may be lodged further down, inhibiting future passages, flush BEFORE you sit! If there is going to be trouble brewing, its best that the overflow be fresh water. If this stall does not meet the basic criteria, or you prefer not to run the risk of overflow, choose another stall.

4.The Aftermath
When you have completed your business, please, please, PLEASE, flush. Also, please check that you have left the toilet seat clean for the next user. If you have used the last of the TP, do the right thing and advise the next visitor, if you can. If you have blatantly disregarded my advice about keeping unacceptable visits limited to the private home washroom, and you suspect that flushing has or will create a blockage, I highly recommend closing the lid of the toilet (if available), and exiting the vicinity as quickly and discreetly as possible. Also, please never return. Ever.

5. Before You...don't...Sit.
If you are male and if you're using a toilet, lift up the seat. If you use urinals...aim. . And that's all I'm gonna say about that. Except that you should also flush. And please don't put your gum in there. In fact, lets just get a little crazy and say "Don't put your gum anywhere except inside the garbage bag". OK?

6. The Sixth Step
That's right! Surprise! There is another step! I know, crazy, right? I mean, who really needs to wash their hands....YOU DO. I have done some highly unscientific research* in my days as a janitor, and I have come to the conclusion that males wash their hands 50% less than females in Public Restrooms. This is just WRONG! You must wash your hands! The only time when this step might possibly be omitted is if there is no soap provided. Water does not clean your hands. It does, however, often make people feel cleaner, so I won't judge you if you insist on getting your hands wet, under those circumstances.
7. Dispensing the Paper Towel
Afer you have washed your hands, the moisture which still lingers must be dealt with. Please do not flick water on the mirror. There is absolutely no reason to do this.
To dry your hands, use the hot air fan, or the paper towel provided. If the paper towel gets stuck and tears into itty bitty peices as you pull it out, and the little shreds go everywhere...well I wish there was some way I could inflict suffering on you for that (same goes for TP), but its really not your fault, and I can't really expect you to pick up all those pieces, so I guess I have to. And you have to live with that guilt.
If the garbage bin appears to be overflowing, please do not assume this is a game somewhat like JENGA, to see just how high it can get before it falls. Press down whenever possible. You may even go so far as using another paper towel to protect your hand. If everyone did this, we would never see another paper towel volcano scenario again. The world would be a better place.
If you have the heebie jeebies about opening the restroom door, and you insist on using a paper towel to fend off those germs, please do not toss the used paper behind you and make a run for it. Prop the door open with your foot, and discard it from there. If this is not manageable, perhaps you should rethink this strategy. I might suggest you bite the bullet and use your hand, compensating with a little hand sanitizer afterwards.

8. Pay it Forward
If you notice that a washroom is unstocked, or that an anonymous person has violated the rules of socially acceptable Public Restroom usage, a.k.a created a gag-inducing mess, you will be doing yourself and everyone else a favor by informing the management. It is not obligatory, but it is a thoughtful and beneficial thing to do. Beneficial, because it might be the reason you have TP and/or an available stall to use.
In conclusion, let me just say that last night as I was forming this post in my head, it was much more sarcastic and possibly a lot more graphic. I think I have managed to channel that passion into a somewhat more constructive piece of work. This may or may not be a good thing. I really wanted to vent.
Sometimes the way people leave the restrooms I work in is really unbelievable, and I wonder what they are thinking. I think it is that whole idea that whatever you see when you walk in is the standard, so if one person doesn't flush, or doesn't throw their paper towel in the bin, it just deteriorates from there. Conversely, if everyone followed basic etiquette, we wouldn't all be so apprehensive about using Public Restrooms!

Any Restroom horror stories out there?

*My research consisted of noting that the womens' restroom garbage is always full of paper towel, and the mens' rarely has any, but still shows signs of use.

Christmas Cards

I got 2 Christmas cards in the mail today!

I love getting Christmas cards, and I love getting mail even more...so the two combined is a little explosion of joy.

The post office has already seen me once, as I sent off my first batch of cards. They will most likely be on time. The cards I made today, on the other hand, will probably be late. But cards are cards. I'm assuming everyone else likes getting them as much as I do, whether or not they are late.

This year I bought special Christmas paper and some Christmas phrase stamps, so I have been card crafting wildly. Well, considering most years I don't bother making Christmas cards at all.

I used to be a scrapbooker snob, who looked down on those who hadn't the attention span for making full pages with photos...card-making is much less of a time (and space) commitment. Now I find I'm becoming one of those card crafters, that likes pumping out a 4-6 unique cards in a sitting, as opposed to a page or two in my scrapbook.

Its also much easier to make cards in groups vs. scrapbooking in groups. In fact, the Coulter household hosted a Christmas Card crafting night with a couple of my friends attending, a weekend or two ago. We each had a handful done at the end of the night, as well as some good laughs, and catching up.

I'm hoping to send off my next batch of cards tomorrow. The thing is, as soon as I've sent them off, I will think of more people I want to make cards for, and then the whole process starts over again!

(THERE! I did it! I blogged!)

December Doldrums

I always get like this mid-December.
Its so dark...all the time. And cold. I just want to curl up in a blanket by the fire, sip hot drinks, read books, and stay there 'til Spring.
I have had no inspiration to blog. I still have no inspiration to blog, but I just felt like it was time for an update.
This December could not be more different than last. I remember the frantic end of the semester at culinary school, and diving straight into work at Erwin's Bakery and Dominos over the holidays, a pause on Christmas day, (which I spent K.O-ed on the couch), and then more work, until school began in January. This could explain why I only blogged once, last December.
This year...well, I'm still only employed for part-time work, and pretty much I just do random things during the day.
I wish for once in my life, my schedule could be somewhat balanced. As in not over-working, and not under-working. Siiiigh. One day.
I'm thinking of getting started on some Christmas baking soon. I'm not sure what to make though. Any ideas? So far I'm thinking, gingersnaps, truffles, and maybe some sugar cookies?

A Slight Obsession

The teen years can be a troublesome time.

One may search for one's identity in one's appearance, one's friends, or...

Perhaps an obsession with a fictional character?

I was organizing my books the other day, making room for my newest addition, when I came across an old shrine of mine. This included dozens of random Robin Hood books, a McDonalds Robin Hood figurine, a scrap of paper (probably from a TV guide) advertising Robin Hood, a creepy cloth Robin Hood hanging, and...a small bag of Robin Hood flour, of all things. So of course I had to go downstairs and gather my 3 Robin Hood DVDs and take a picture of this fabulous collection. (Unfortunately its missing a prize gem: the first season of a Robin Hood tv series from the 80's, and also the Richard Greene tv series, that I left at my brother's place!)

Its true, I did go through a "phase", and may perhaps still be going through it. I just...I just love Robin Hood. Ok?! The Disney fox Robin Hood was my first crush. I also love that everyone has their own version of Robin Hood...I've read so many books on the legend, and most of them are quite different from each other. The movies/tv series are ridiculous. And awesome.

There are a few gaping holes in my collection though.
DVDs: Robin Hood: Men in Tights, and the Errol Flynn version (delightful!).
And books: The Outlaws of Sherwood (Robin McKinley) and the rest of the Hood series by Stephen Lawhead.

Interestingly, there is a movie coming out in 2010 called "Nottingham" directed by Ridley Scott and starring Russell Crowe. Personally, that revolts me, but I will have to see it anyway, because obviously when it comes to RobinHood, I just can't help myself.

The First of December

No-Shave November is no more.

I have probably seen more hilarious mustaches in the past month than ever before in my life. But it has come to an end.

Men everywhere are giving thanks, freed from the bondage of the mighty mustache (for those who made it Movember), or just a lot of facial hair in general. My brother Mike appeared baby-faced at the breakfast table without his full beard.

I think I can fully appreciate the same feeling of freedom, because...well I celebrated No Shave November in my own little way. But no worries folks...things got a little hairy, but I'm practically eligible to star on a Venus tv ad now.

The Results Are In!

Well, it seems true that everyone has an opinion on eggnog. An unprecedented number of PJ readers (18!) participated in the The Great Eggnog Debate Poll, and here is what we found.

10% believe eggnog is a vomitous concoction, invented by sick and twisted minds. They get the heebie jeebies just thinking about it!

21% think eggnog is ok, and they'll drink it if its mixed with a lot of milk.

42% find eggnog a delight! They love having eggnog as a special treat during Christmas! Mmmm....

26% are passionate about their eggnog! They drink it straight, and they like it nice and thick. Why don't they keep this stuff in stores all year round?!

My own personal opinion is not that of a raving fanatic, but falls into the category that truly enjoys eggnog, but likes to keep it special by indulging only at Christmas.

I hope you all enjoy some delicious eggnog this season, and I also think the haters should give it another try. Blackwells eggnog is not too thick, and it doesn't have that off-putting yellow hue, so that could be your first step to discovering what it is that the rest of us like so much :)

Eggnog: The Great Debate

Normally it would be against my principles to have Christmas-themed posts before December even hits the calendars.
But when inspiration hits, who am I to deny it?
Also, this is another In-Preparation-For-The-Christmas-Season type thing. You need to know where eggnog stands in your household, before the time comes.

In my experience, most people feel quite strongly about eggnog, one way or the other. This iconic seasonal drink either repulses, or delights.

The thick texture, heavily spiced flavor, and knowledge of raw (gasp!) eggs in the mix, turn many away.

However, there are a few eggnog fanatics in my household. My youngest brother, Tim, in particular, inspired this post with his Facebook vow to create an eggnog cheesecake. Tim, who resists pouring his own bowl of cereal in the morning; Tim, who would rather waste away living on granola bars than cook his own dinner; HE voluntarily decided to bake himself an eggnog cheesecake.

Its true love.

Every since he was a wee one, Timmy has loved his eggnog. In Christmas' past, during eggnog wars when we had to mix our 'nog with milk, Tim would simply go and buy his own, write his name on the carton, and gloatingly sip pure, undefiled eggnog in front of the rest of us. This was back in the day when income was $10/month, earned by braving the frigid elements of the outdoors and delivering papers. That carton of eggnog was a serious expense, but to him it was worth it.

Eggnog is a topic that everyone has an opinion on. I have heard people hate on it as passionately as Tim loves it. It makes some people gag. Some can't even stand the smell.

I love that people of this variety have voted on the poll already! In fact, every view has already been represented, and I haven't even voted yet! Having grown up in nog-lovin' household, I need to ask all your eggnog haters: what is it about the nog that you hate?!

12:00 AM

I wanted to blog on the 18th, but apparently I missed my opportunity.