O Holy Crap
December 15, 2009 
I’ve done something today I’ve talked/thought/mused about doing that I didn’t think I’d actually do. I got in my car, followed the Mapquest directions, made a U-turn because I’m a spazz, parked, and went in to Planet Fitness. I approached the counter, spoke with a very nice (and cute) guy who broke down membership options for me, then signed my life away (and MB’s).
I joined a gym. Geez Louise…
As part of the whole “Let’s join a gym” extravaganza, I was awarded a free t-shirt that looks like it has a car window decal and a nifty pen (that writes in purple ink!) for both MB and I. As an added bonus, they just started today — cutie pie swears — giving out these cammo National Guard gym bags that also have free t-shirts and water bottles and such inside. So not only did I sign our lives away, I got free crap as well. Merry Christmas indeed!
Speaking of Christmas, I heard a very noteworthy (good term?) rendition of O Holy Night over at Poolie’s blog. As I commented there, I immediately thought of this clip, which never ceases to make me giggle (and consequently tarnish the song just a little):
And now that I have that song on loop in my head, I get to make meatballs for dinner! Huzzah!
12 Days of Nothing
December 14, 2009
Filed under Fuzzies, General, Health, Money, Stress and anxiety, Stupid car, The wedding!, Vacation, Work
I’ve done this every year (I think) for most of my blogging life, and this year is no exception. I now present to you — as I have nothing of major consequence to say other than the same whining on repeat — my Twelve Days of Christmas. Note that it’s all in jest, that (most of) this is completely fabricated. Enjoy!
On the first day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
that his bills keep on mounting!
On the second day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
About two shitty tires
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the third day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the fourth day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the fifth day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
He’d like to win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the sixth day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
He’s tried six dozen times
To win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the seventh day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
He’s had seven upset stomachs,
He’s tried six dozen times
To win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the eighth day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
He’s had eight migraine headaches
And seven upset stomachs,
He’s tried six dozen times
To win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the ninth day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
About having nine gifts between me and his mother,
He’s had eight migraine headaches
And seven upset stomachs,
He’s tried six dozen times
To win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the tenth day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
That ten grand can’t pull off this wedding,
About nine gifts between me and his mother,
He’s had eight migraine headaches
And seven upset stomachs,
He’s tried six dozen times
To win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the eleventh day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
About his eleven gray hairs total,
That ten grand can’t pull off this wedding,
About nine gifts between me and his mother,
He’s had eight migraine headaches
And seven upset stomachs,
He’s tried six dozen times
To win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My fiancé bitched to me
He has twelve bajillion more mortgage payments,
Eleven gray hairs total,
That ten grand can’t pull off this wedding,
About nine gifts between me and his mother,
He’s had eight migraine headaches
And seven upset stomachs,
He’s tried six dozen times
To win five million dollars!
He wants four months paid vacation,
That three animals in here is too many,
About his two shitty tires,
And his bills keep on mounting!
:::
Meanwhile… my supervisor in the LC can finangle about 10 hours for me next semester, which is 2.5 more than I have this semester. It means my Tuesdays and Thursdays will be hella-busy, but it’ll be totally worth it. Basically, I’ll be on campus 9-5:25, but it’ll be only two days a week. Provided I can organize myself so that I’m not grading my life away like I have been in past semesters (or effectively ignoring it all like I have been this semester… heh…), I’ll have an uh-may-zing schedule. I may even take on an extra day at the Ridiculously Expensive Gift Shop. But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Maybe.
Who am I kidding? I have a wedding to plan for and we’re still broke-diddly-oke. It’ll get paid for… somehow…
