If I ever use the words 'orbs' or 'pools' to describe eyes in my writing, kill me.

btw, I'm taking my biological mother to dinner tonight. wish me luck.

I'm reading Lord of the Rings for the umpteenth time and have to say the following:

Fuck! My god Tolkien!!!! WHY does every person/place/thing/sword/mystical object have to have at least three fucking names!!!???

Aragorn has at least five, Aragorn, Elessar, Thorongil, Estel, Strider, and Im sure Im missing a few.

Jeezzzzzz.

LULZ I'm waiting up for George to call for me to pick him up and I've made dozens of muffins and one amazing batch of cranberry sauce, the Lanners house batch since the Tyler batch will be prepared at my daddy's house.

I'm also cleaning like a maniac.

lol, grandma and I have this chart thing we keep on the fridge to keep track of what chores have been done and what has been cleaned, There is a ridiculously long row of my initials under today's date.

What I've accomplished:

Straightened up entire downstairs
Scrubbed ALL kitchen cabinets and counters
Scrubbed refridgerator
Scrubbed Oven and Stove
swept downstairs
mopped downstairs
dishes
taken out garbage

I'm moving upstairs to clean my bathroom and bedroom, this is the most productive I've been in a while.

P.S. It just occured that tonight is the 7th anniversary of the car accident that put my brother in a coma (he's not in it anymore, dont worry) and fucked my knee up something fierce.

Wow. Time goes by so damn fast, and life changes in so many unexpected ways.

I Fucking hate Jimmy Buffet. And cranberries. Not 'The Cranberries'. The fruit, not the band. The tiny ridiculously bitter so fucking difficult to cook fruit.

Le sigh, if my cranberry sauce wasnt that fucking orgasmically delicious it wouldnt be worth this.

But yeah, If I ever meet Jimmy Buffet he's getting a punch in the face. Fucking Bahama Breeze.

Sorry, I'm not making sense, I've spent most of today making hundreds of muffins and I'm dealing with tempermental fruit.

Have a happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I unintentionally own the exact same sunglasses as Chris Pine. I'm not sure if that makes me butch or the poor captain a little femme.


Also my Thanksgiving is pretty epic. I'm making two different kinds of muffins and the cranberry sauce. This is also the first year I've ever done the more than one house thing. Grandma, George and I will be having a Thanksgiving lunch at James' and then we will have James and head to my parents for the whole shebang.

Yeah I know guys, poor George. He has no fucking idea. I dont even know how to prep him for a Tyler family Thanksgiving.

We'll see how he does, Dad cant wait to give the newbie hell. James will be so happy that its not him this time.

Totally on another note, Kathy Griffin is awesome. Taking Levi Jonston(sp?) to the Teen Choice Awards??? EPIC WIN. I love her.

Ok, so if I didnt believe in Friday the thirteenth and its curse before, I sure as hell do now.

First off, my heinous cold is still around and is making working slightly difficult. So yes I would like to preface all that I'm about to tell you with: During all of the following I was sneezing and coughing and suffering through the congestion headache from hell.

Keep that in mind.

My day started off with an agonizing meeting at work wherein we explored (in ridiculous detail) the steps of service and all the ins and outs of the restaurant industry and what the Breeze expects of us. After those lovely hours I began my shift with James. It was going so well. I was supervisor of our half of the restaurant, James was right beside me, we were going to get out early...lovely all in all. Then a girl we work with dropped a glass which sliced open James' finger to the point that he had to leave work and go to the ER. James had to endure x-rays and stiches. I was on my way to my table to ask if they wanted another round of drinks when I recieved a text message telling me about those stiches. This was also when the Sheriff's department and fire marshall came into the restaurant shouting that everyone had to leave the building. Sighing I calmly told everyone in my half of the restaurant that there was a gas leak (as the sheriff was shouting) and I needed them to calmly get up and exit the building. The freaked of course and rushed out in the least orderly fashion they could manage.

This meant that there were about 20,000 dollars worth of food and liqour going to waste and not being paid for, just sitting on the tables.

My fellow employees and I, realizing the fact that we were not likely to get paid went to EXPO and grabbed as much food as our incredibly capable hands could carry. We then rushed out of the building with everyone else to have a picnic in the parkinglot in front of all of our guests. Each of us handles cash and even the cooks and dish washers have to clean to close the restaurant so all of us had to sit in that cold parkinglot for three hours for the Gas company, fire department and police department to let us back in.

HELL ON EARTH.

I was miserable, and no one, save George, would answer their goddamn phones!!!! not even my grandma!!!!!

In the end when we were allowed back in, we had the fastest close up in history. However we didnt have hot water so I dont envy the people who open in the morning The dish area is covered in filthy dishes and practically nothing is set up for tomorrow. I have no idea how much money we lost but yowza was that an adventure.

Dammnit I needed the money too.

I've come to several realizations over the last few weeks, mostly that I've once again placed myself in the position where I care more about people than they do for me. I realize I cant expect everyone to love me, but I dont know... It sucks.

So goodbye and good luck to those who just arent that into me.

Anyway, I love my friends and just so you know Adam, Darkis, Angela... I love you and as soon as our lives arent so crazy I want to be with you guys again. But Angela's in Gainesville, Adam and I have opposite schedules entirely and Darkis...where the hell are you lol?

Life has begun to suck again and I'm feeling that lonliness and depression kick in and I hate that, so I've decided to change it. I need to hold an event, be the hostess with the mostest angain. anyone have any ideas? I need to meet people again, make new connections, because the wanderlust has set in again and I want to roam.

Which you know, I cant actually do so yeah, need to hold an event.

Suggestions?

RL friends: I need you. Im sad and depressed and lonely and desperately want to see you. please send me your schedules and we will set up a date when we can meet again. I'm sorry I've let us grow apart and I desperately need you back in my life. I want to get rid of the poison in our friendships, all that drama and distaste. I dont want to think about it. Give me when you folks are available and I will set up a day when we can forget this bullshit and be who we were again.

Please, I need you.

I've officially watched too much fucking Star Trek.

Death Cab for Cutie's song "I will follow you into the dark" made me think of Worf and Jadzia and his quest to get her soul to StVoKor, even if it means dying himself.

Jesus Christ I need a life.

I miss SG-1.

Just thought I'd preface all I'm about to write with that. I'm an old school fan who has loved Stargate since I was 7 years old. I'm not going to write an uberreview of SGU because I think I'll just say what others are saying and just fill up my LJ with crap.

I just saw the first EP. Pretty solid, ok characters, great actors, interesting premise with promising writing. I didnt love it but I'm ok with it. I have hope. In the cycle of SciFi we have entered the DS9/Voyager/BSG phase and I'm ok with that as long as its not too depressing, I need some signature Stargate humour.

I was shocked at RDA though, it looked like General O'Neill got all of Colonel O'Neill and General Landry's powers by eating them.

I miss Daniel lots and Shanks' cameo enforced that.

lets see how it goes....