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* Learn how to spin yarn using a drop spindle.

* Knit and crochet through yarn stash.

* Finish writing novel.

* Hoop more.

* Learn how to play chess.

* Be more social with friends and family.

* Play the violin more.

Here's to 2012 being the year of awesome. May the best of your past be the worst of your future. Happy New Year, everybody! See you in 2012!
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To those that celebrate, Happy Christmas!
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Don't watch a marathon of The Walking Dead while addressing your holiday cards. The first five come out alright, but by card fifteen your signature reads:

"May your holiday be zombie free."



And here I used to think watching a marathon of David Lynch films while addressing holiday cards was one of my worse ideas. (Don't ask me about that signature.)
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1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?

Had a conversation with a two year old in French.

Found out my father is dying of brain cancer.

Ate crab legs.

Drank cinnamon whiskey.

Watched the last shuttle launch of Atlantis.


2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I have the best of intentions, but did not keep all of my resolutions. I am a big fan of lists, so yes, I will make resolutions for 2012.


3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

My friend, Beki gave birth about a month ago.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No.

5. What countries did you visit?

None.

6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?

The ability to run a 5K.

Offspring.

Finished manuscript.

The doctors to be wrong about my father.




7. What date from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

December 03, 2011 - The day I learned my father has a year to live.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

After three years I finally got a steady paycheck job.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Inability to cure cancer.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

I had strep throat.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Libros.


12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

My mom.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

I'm still not terribly happy with me.


14. Where did most of your money go?

Student loan repayment.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

My cousin's wedding.

16. What song will always remind you of 2011?

Calvin Harris featuring Rihanna - "We Found Love"




17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder?
sadder

ii. thinner or fatter?
fatter

iii. richer or poorer?
richer

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?

Dancing.

Drawing.

Writing.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?

Crying.

20. How will you be spending the winter holidays?

Traveling around the country.

21. Did you fall in love in 2011?

Everyday.

22. How many one-night stands?

Nada.

23. What was your favorite TV program?

The Walking Dead.

Supernatural.

Downton Abbey.

24. Do you hate anyone or anything now that you didn't hate this time last year?

I hate cancer. I didn't like cancer before, but damn, I really, really, really hate cancer.

25. What was the best book you read?

Soft Apocalypse by Will McIntosh

26. What was your greatest musical discovery?

DeadMau5

27. What did you want and get?

Paid employment.

28. What did you want and not get?

I am still waiting for the call from my stepmom where she explains that the doctors were wrong.

29. What was your favorite film of this year?

Rise of Planet of the Apes. No, really.

30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I got drunk with a French rapper and turned 32.

31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

I know, I am sounding like a broken record, but my dad not having terminal cancer and less than a year to live would be the best.

32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?

Pinstripes and Chucks and Black Frames and Plaits, or an accidental NDN version of the 10th Doctor.

33. What kept you sane?

Graphic novels. Coffee. The ability to play the violin.

34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Hannah Hart from My Drunk Kitchen.


35. What political issue stirred you the most?

LGBTQ rights.

36. Who did you miss?

1989

37. Who was the best new person you met?

I am going to go ahead and say my cousin's fiance, even though I won't technically meet her for a couple more weeks. I think, however, if my cousin thinks she is boss, then she will be boss enough to win best new person I met for 2011.

38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.

This was a year full of surprises. Some good, like babies, employment, weddings. And some bad. I spent a lot of time surprised and not expecting a lot of things to happen that did. So, for the year 2011, the life lesson I learned can be best summed up in six words:

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition. -Monty Python

39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that.

-Dog Days Are Over by Florence and The Machine
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Over at Knit Picks, they are hosting a contest to win the contents of your Knit Picks wish list.

http://www.knitpicks.com/cfPromo/Win_Your_Wishlist2011.cfm?media=BE111107&elink=1--Wishlist&utm_source=media&utm_medium=bem&utm_campaign=BE111107&utm_content=1--Wishlist

Part of entering the contest involves posting your wish list on Facebook.

And if you are one of the five people on the internet who don't have a Facebook account, like myself, there is the option of posting a link to your wish list on your blog.

I don't know what to tell you to do if you don't have a blog or a Facebook account and you want to enter. Enjoy your life that involves sunshine and in person social interaction I guess.

http://www.knitpicks.com/cfCart/viewWishlist.cfm?wishlistid=905041E2-0010-3DFD-F743BBE4A41EEA42&media=WLBL
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* The last, behind a cut, because it involves a spider, harsh language, and reference to drug use. And no, it's not the video of the spiders on drugs. But that is a good one.

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* I think I want a hair cut. I measured my hair the other day. It's over thirty one inches long now. I measured out a handful of hair that I thought would be an alright trim. It was over a foot long. Mind you, not a foot of split ends, but my brain has hit a point when it comes to hair length that a foot of hair looks like a short trim. Madness. I don't know. I've reached a point with my hair where I don't hate it, but I am not doing anything with it besides plaiting it or letting it down, which leads to a chorus from strangers marveling at my long hair.

I am tempted to go for a pixie cut again. But I don't want to rush into anything.

So for now, I stay the girl with the long hair.


* I've been on this odd 1990s kick lately. Watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, listing to awesome 90s mix tapes on eight tracks dot com. These mixes are humourous to me. Playlist put together by children who were likely conceived to said play list. Someday I will make a mix tape of songs from 1979 and call it Music to be Conceived To.


*Everyday at 2pm, Monday through Friday, I have this mad craving to play the violin. I tell myself I need only wait two and half hours and the craving will be satisfied. But, come half past four in the afternoon, the craving subsides. Very odd. Although, I could go for playing the scales now, but it's much too late in the evening for that sort of thing. Unlike Holmes, I have some level of people skills.
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World peace, not so certain. But world unification, definitely. We will stop fighting amongst ourselves when there is an outside threat forcing us to unite. There needs to be a bigger threat than our neighbor in order to get this petty fighting to end.

Not saying I want a zombie apocalypse or extraterrestrial invasion, but it would be nice to see all of humanity getting along for once.
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Honestly, I am my biggest bully.
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L'shana tova, bitches. Tonight, we are going to party like it's 5759*!































*No, the 5759 joke will never get old to me. Never**!


**5759 is equal to the Gregorian calendar year of 1999. 1999 is a song by Prince that includes the line "tonight we're going to party like it's 19 99!".


***L'shana tova is a traditional greeting used on Rosh Hashanah that means "for a good year". Technically RH doesn't start until sundown tonight, but whatever.
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On September 11,2001, I was a senior in college.

I was sitting on a bench in front of Ruby Diamond Auditorium.

My Italian class had just ended.

I was eating a hard boiled egg because I was attempting the "Six Week Makeover" and since I was a vegetarian and had a certain body type, according to the plan, I needed to eat a lot of eggs.

I looked around and thought that this was the most perfect weather on the most perfect day.


I didn't find out what had happened until I spoke to my apartment complex's land lady. She seemed very concerned by my happy demeanor and would only say that I needed to go home and turn on a television.


So I went to my apartment and turned on the television.
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* Have returned from Dragon*Con 2011. Am exhausted.


*Managed to purchase preregistration badges for 2012 Dragon*Con AND reserve 2012 hotel room as well.


* All that is left is to get started on costumes for next year. Oh, and maybe get some sleep. sleep good.
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- Bitching on Facebook -


Me:

I have caught the plague from co-workers, whine, whine,whine.

I sprained my ankle, whine,whine,whine.

My job makes me sad, whine,whine,whine.



Mum's Response:

A nice cuppa should do the trick.


The secret to her mad parenting skills, ladies and germs.

Either it will seem like a good idea, and you'll put the kettle on, or you will be so thrown by the idea of tea solving whatever drama is going on, that you will forget said drama and go put the kettle on.

Either way, there will be tea.

This might explain why an entire cabinet in my kitchen is dedicated to nothing but tea, but I don't have a medicine cabinet.
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* Must learn how to make rainbow shots.





* Con crud came early for one special girl, courtesy of my coworkers who want to save their sick leave for something important. Thanks, guys, preesh.



*My Fluttershy costume is almost done. Did I mention I am dressing up as Fluttershy for this year's Dragon*Con? I'm dressing up as Fluttershy for this year's Dragon*Con. Will finish sewing cutie marks on the dress tonight and after that, I just need to make my wings, courtesy of this instructable:

http://www.instructables.com/id/GLAMOROUS-Fallen-Angel-Wings/


and sew up an Angel bunny to carry about.
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The Good:

I made neverhomemaker's Frozen Banana Bites today. They are pretty delicious, not even going to lie. Like banana ice cream goodness, without all the intestinal distress that comes from consuming dairy. Yippy! Skippy!

http://www.neverhomemaker.com/2010/06/frozen-banana-bites.html




The Bad:

I can walk,but stairs are a bitch and by walk I mean, move at a pace so frustratingly slow, I want to yell at my feet.



And the WTF:

And to top it all off, my lower back is spasming.
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You know what is awesome about a sprained ankle? Nothing.

I sprained my ankle last week while walking down some stairs at work. (Before anyone starts to scream WORKER'S COMP, wait a moment and read the next sentence.) I decided it wasn't terribly bad and decided the best medicine would be to walk it off.

So for almost a week, I tried walking off a sprained ankle. At my best, I mastered a hustling pimp walk. At my worst, it was a challenge to walk five paces without tearing up. At one point, I thought I broke my ankle, it hurt so much.

You know what happens when you try to walk off a sprained ankle? It gets worse.

This past week has been a lesson in understanding. I generally have an obscenely high pain threshold, but this sprain has pushed me to a point where all I wanted to do was cry and yell at every person I saw.

I understand a bit more why hurt animals are more likely to try to cut a bitch instead of whimper and hold their hurt paw out pitifully for help.

I've been stuck in bed for the past two days, following the R.I.C.E. (Rest Ice Compression Elevation) method of treatment.

I should be walking like a healthy boss by Monday.

Still bed rest sucks. I am at home, which means I see so many things that need to be done (laundry, dishes, tutus made and fairy wings bent into shape) but I can't because those require standing.

On the plus side, the only good thing to come out of having a sprained ankle is my to read pile is diminishing and my writing pile is growing in size.

Moral of the story? If I want to finish this novel, I need to break my legs.
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...that not only will squirrels eat their newborns but they don't give a shit if you shriek in horror at the discovery of their nastiness on your back porch. They will just sit there, nomming on that baby, not giving a shit about anything but the consumption of their offspring.


Nature is nasty and squirrels are terrible mothers.
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* Dragon*Con is in a little over three weeks. I am what you would call a procrastinator. Thusly, my house looks like a cosplayer (person who dresses in costumes of various natures outside of Halloween.) exploded.

The guest room/office has become a bio-hazard area according to J. It's ground zero for my "No Sew Tutu" creations and is covered, covered with glitter.


* Still left to make: two sets of fairy wings, one and a half tutus, one steampunk Pocahontas blouse, one knit hummingbird, one airbrush tattoo stencil, one Fluttershy cutie mark...

Making this list was a bad idea. It's just a reminder of how much I have left to do!


* In other news, Facebook has finally lost it's allure to me. I'm not deleting my account. I'm just not logging into my account every day. Which is good. I am getting so much done now. Who knew those hours I spent lurking on Facebook could be put to better use?
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- expand this piece into a bit of fanfiction. No one is going to want to read it but you, and that is okay, because writing should be personal and not about the assumption that every bit of ink put to paper will make one a millionaire.





http://ontd-hogwarts.livejournal.com/20363.html

In my back story for them, Mrs. Norris and Filch grew up together. (At that time she was not Mrs. Norris, but Agatha Babbledock.)

Filch was treated quite poorly as a child, once it was learned he was a squib, by everyone but her. Too shy and lacking any sort of self esteem, Filch never made a move to express his love for her, and she in turn thought it was out of a lack of interest. Eventually, she married Neven Norris and became Mrs. Agatha Norris. She and Filch remained friends, living and working in the tiny village they grew up in.

Unfortunately, not all took kindly to her friendship with a squib. During a heated argument with her sister-in-law, wands were raised in anger and an unfortunate curse was placed upon dear Mrs. Norris, turning her into a cat with an immortal life.

Her sister-in-law tried to reverse the curse before her brother came home, but to no effect. Instead of admitting what she had done, she spread a lie involving Mrs. Norris running off and even went so far as to hide Norris family jewelry to imply she was a thief to boot.

Filch was heartbroken when he heard the news of his dear friend leaving the village without even a good bye. He decided to not go into work for the day and went home to drown his sorrows in firewhiskey instead.

But when he came home, on his doorstep sat the most peculiar looking cat. Filch was never fond of cats, so he shooed it away.

But the next morning the cat was there again, sitting on his doorstep.

And the next.

And the next.

Filch did not know why this blasted beast was obsessed with his doorstep, until the seventh morning came and he heard his dear Agatha's voice.

He ran to the door, only to find the cat sitting there.

Ready to close the door, he heard her speak again. Looking down, he realized it was the cat.

It took a few more weeks before Filch accepted he wasn't going crazy and that this cat was indeed Mrs. Norris communicating telepathically with him.

He brought her in and gave her a home.


And there's a bit involving her sister in law finding out and trying to kill her which leads to Filch and Mrs. Norris running off to Hogwart's where he got his job.

I swear, I should actually write this story out sometime, but I don't think anyone but myself would read them. I guess that is good enough.



That's my story and until Rowling shows up on my doorstep and tells me otherwise I am sticking to it!

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