V is for Valiant Effort

I am officially a Jags fan. I think three actual visits to actual games makes that so. Thanks in large part to my Jags-fan-compatriot, Mary, and her incessant encouragement to attend and enjoy.

All of Jacksonville was "abuzz" with anticipation for the Jaguars vs. Colts game. Touchdown Jacksonville had reassembled to get the city back behind our faintly beloved team [they are beloved, but you wouldn't know it by the looks of things... God willing, we won't lose the team because that would set the city's growth back a severe notch or one thousand five hundred and seventy three].

Megan, Caitlin, Mary and I piled into the ol' SUV, parked a good mile and a quarter away, and hiked our way over to the big turquoise + animal print stadium.

Lalalaladies.

 

Trekkin.

Felice + Nuovo

I am a rock, I am a climber.

For some time I have been meaning to hit up the South Metro YMCA for some rockclimbing. It seemed like a fun, non-mind-numbing-elliptical-boredom way to get some excercise. When my friend Allison and I made our way over there last night, we had no idea what we were in for.

The Walls.

[Far right where the two ladies are was where we trained. Just pretend it's us.]

Tree: The Battle Between Big and Small

Every year Justin and I get a Christmas tree to decorate with hilarious ornaments [pickles, olives, guitars, dragons], pile a slightly disturbing amount of capitalistically glorifying gifts under, to sit around with cups of hot coco [in our dreams], and for the kits to gaze at from afar and from very very close.

The big ones.

The babes.

Every year I try to convince him to get a big tree. You know, the kind that barely fit in the house and it takes a ladder and two people to string lights around. Big, fluffy, joyfully bearing gifts... just like Santa.

Making a valiant effort to prove the awesomeness of the mid-sized beauts.

Fail.

Every year he falls in love with the baby trees. Such a bleeding heart he has. And I always agree. [This is somewhat due to the rahdik price tags at those independent tree lots - go to Lowe's people.]

Mind made up.

Welcome Pinelope Grace Spruceford, of the Needleburrough Sprucefords.

Photos of tree in casa to come.

Happy Holidays! XO

Is that tinsel in your pocket or are you just happy it's Christmas?

In honor of the holidays, I've made a little video collection of some of my all time favorite Christmas songs. So I love the holidays. So what? So I get little glimmers of tinsel in my eyes whenever this time of year rolls around. So I clothe myself in tape and wrapping paper and tissue paper and ribbon for almost a month straight. So I am a little excessive with the gift giving [even to myself]. So I make Justin light a "fire" [log] even when it's 80 degrees outside [and swore this year if it was warm on Christmas day I was SWIMMING - flo-da style], I can just crank up the AC. So what? So I make my coworkers listen to Christmas Pandora a few days a week. 

Don't hate. [Appreciate.] 

Some Christmas cheer for all...

["Christmas Vacation" - National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation]

In honor of my own Christmas Vacation starting in 5 days!
Also in honor of Jana.

["Happy Christmas" - John Lennon]

["All I Want For Christmas Is You" - Mariah Carey]

["The Christmas Song" - The Chipmunks]

["Christmas Eve-Sarajevo-12/24" - Transiberian Orchestra]

["Little Saint Nick" - The Beach Boys]

Merry Christmas lovers.

XOHilary

If Kittehs Created the Universe.

[Thank you Megan and your endless supply of Kitteh Madness.]

There actually exists a thing called the LOL Cat Bible. It's mad, it's strange, it's... hilarious. It needs to be seen. Below I have posted "Genesis 1" of the LOL Cat Bible, the story of the creation of the Erfs by Ceiling Cat.

[LOL Cat Bible. On Sale 01/2010 or available for Pre-order on Amazon .]

Boreded Ceiling Cat makinkgz Urf n stuffs

1 Oh hai. In teh beginnin Ceiling Cat maded teh skiez An da Urfs, but he did not eated dem.

2 Da Urfs no had shapez An haded dark face, An Ceiling Cat rode invisible bike over teh waterz.

3 At start, no has lyte. An Ceiling Cat sayz, i can haz lite? An lite wuz.4 An Ceiling Cat sawed teh lite, to seez stuffs, An splitted teh lite from dark but taht wuz ok cuz kittehs can see in teh dark An not tripz over nethin.5 An Ceiling Cat sayed light Day An dark no Day. It were FURST!!!1

6 An Ceiling Cat sayed, im in ur waterz makin a ceiling. But he no yet make a ur. An he maded a hole in teh Ceiling.7 An Ceiling Cat doed teh skiez with waterz down An waterz up. It happen.8 An Ceiling Cat sayed, i can has teh firmmint wich iz funny bibel naim 4 ceiling, so wuz teh twoth day.

9 An Ceiling Cat gotted all teh waterz in ur base, An Ceiling Cat hadz dry placez cuz kittehs DO NOT WANT get wet.10 An Ceiling Cat called no waterz urth and waters oshun. Iz good.

[Keep reading after the break to see what kind of Kitteh Ceiling Cat is not... not the kind to watch you make bebehs, kthx.]

What/Why: 5am

What I desperately need:

[Fuel.]

Why I so desperately need it:

 

STOMPers getting ready to stomp all over Good Morning Jax.

STOMP: v. to tread or trample heavily or violently on;

n. a dance involving a rhythmical, heavy step;

v. movement used to wake one's tired ass up!

 

[Stomp/Squish.]

Preparing to Stomp all over The Morning Show.

Reason 2.0 that I desperately need said beverage:

 

[Gin's an American! Certificate and all.]

 

My gorgy Italian ex-teach/now-friend Ginevra and her BFF Brigette are coming for visitations. Let the festa begin!