Home for the holidays
I rushed home Monday, literally, I went to the airport about 14 hours before my plane, got on standby and was home by 10:30Am instead of 10:40PM. I was ready to hug my moms and see my sibs and my fasha (your what? My fasha, ya know, the masha and the fasha.. the DAD! Hahaha goldmember with dutch. Giggles). So I got to give the huggles and snuggle up with my kitten (Hero) in SAtown. Actually, there wasn't much kitten cuddleage, he is angry about the plane and make me pay. Sad face.
A little update on me and then back to the Turkey week.
I went to the Suicide Girls show. It was so amazing it hurt. (to the SG people who have already read about it, this is a more detailed thing) I bought pink SG underwear. They are comfy and adorable and make me wanna shake my booty. I want more. Holiday gifts anyone? I also bought the black corset SG underwear.
The following week was Wizard World Arlington. I went and ran in a circle. I got to go for free because of www.fanboyradio.com I loved my press pass. PS- we have THE Joss Whedon this Sunday at 6 PM Texas time, LISTEN UP! Anyhow, WW was great. I spent far too much money and I dropped by the SG booth twice. Once to just stand in aw and shyly tell them how much they inspired me, and then a second time to say I had finally given in and gotten money. I bought a black t-shirt (ok, so I was given the wrong one. I got the mans Large, but it looks cute as a sleep shirt and I run around in it with jeans) and a Polaroid with the girls.
They complimented me and one of them told me I should put my pic up on the fanboy site and send some to SG because I was a cute fangirl She said the fanboys must go nuts for me (this is when I go back to the Fanboy board where they said I must be beating the hoards away with a stick. And I ask.. WHERE ARE THE HORDS? There were hoards? I missed the HORDES?!?!?!).
I blushed. I wish I had more confidence to speak up when I was there. I kinda adore SG in a very fangirl way.
I bought oodles of comics I couldn't afford, a firefly shirt and a wonder woman shirt. I dropped by the Fanboy bbQ but no one was there yet so I went home and snuggled into bed.
This is why I love the SG
1. It inspires me, these women are so amazing, they love themselves and their lives and they don't give a damn what anyone thinks
2. It makes me want to dance. Seriously, the photos make me feel like dancing
3. It makes me want to rip my clothes of and scream 'that's right, I'm a size 10-12, my boobs aren't perfect and I have hips. I AM SEXY DAMN IT!" because frankly, the SG site makes me realize that it's ok not to be a size zero with perfect boobs and a tiny nose. I like how I am (despite all crit on how I should lose weight). In fact, I love how I am.
4. It makes me want to send in photos saying 'pick me! Pick me! Let me be a SG girl and get free pink panties!!" I won't, because as much as I love me, I fear the freedom of the net and where those photos may end up. Am paranoid. And Jewish.
5. It makes me wanna take photos. I may actually try my hand at a set with a friend. Even if we don't do totally SG type photos I am getting my camera out and snapping. This is good. Creativity is the best therapy.
There are so many other reasons. I wish I were a burlesque dancer. I wish I could hoola hoop.
I cooked a full thanksgiving dinner for the Dutch (well, Mal, Anne and I did) it twas fun. Fanboy did a show with Alan Moore, and we had a giant sub or flub day, which kind of made me happy like whoa. Oh yeah, and Scott put my writing up on newsarama about WWTexas. Happy days.
Anyhow, back to turkey (so I'm doing massive me update with turkey at the end)
My dad has yet to see my tattoo though my mom and sister have. B says it looks like a stencil. My mom just sighed.
The new puppy is effin adorable. Adorable like whoa. She's fluffy and tiny (I like big dogs) but cute as hell. Course she gets so excited when she sees me that she pees. Apparently I am that big a deal.
B turned 16 yesterday. Effin scary. She got her license pic with her nose all plastery (it's broken) but I am sure she was grinning. She got a fantastic black Toyota thing with a white top and a pink pinstripe. I gave her a giant neon pink volleyball cover for the spare tire on the back. We went to get our nails and hair done yesterday. Bonding. One problem
They dyed her hair the wrong color. Instead of a light auburn it's purple red. She cried. A lot. My hair turned out like it always did, but hers was not happy making. They are going to fix it Friday. TO make her feel better I pointed out that the woman that styled my hair screwed it up. I asked for big bouncy curls (I was kinda using it as a test drive for formal) and instead I got a greasy kinky mess. Oh well, it looked smashing when I threw it up in a clip.
We ate at the melting pot (yummy fondue) with B's best friends family. Our families are right. B got mad because the oldest bro of her best friend and I used to date and we get chatty when we see one another. Everyone now agrees we should never get together because no one would be able to get a word in edgewise. And they would all go deaf because we are so effin loud.
B loved her car, the stuff on it, and all her other presents. She is driving around today like no tomorrow. I missed cooking cause everyone got up at 6 AM and didn't wake me. I don't know if I'm happy or sad about that.
So that's life. It's life like.
I love my tattoo and my friends. And my kitten. And my family. I'm thankful for it all.
But most of all I'm thankful for Joss Whedon being on fanboy radio this Sunday, 6 PM Texas time
www.fanboyradio.com to listen online
FM 88.7 ktcu the choice to listen to the radio.. If you're in the Fort Worth Dallas area
I rushed home Monday, literally, I went to the airport about 14 hours before my plane, got on standby and was home by 10:30Am instead of 10:40PM. I was ready to hug my moms and see my sibs and my fasha (your what? My fasha, ya know, the masha and the fasha.. the DAD! Hahaha goldmember with dutch. Giggles). So I got to give the huggles and snuggle up with my kitten (Hero) in SAtown. Actually, there wasn't much kitten cuddleage, he is angry about the plane and make me pay. Sad face.
A little update on me and then back to the Turkey week.
I went to the Suicide Girls show. It was so amazing it hurt. (to the SG people who have already read about it, this is a more detailed thing) I bought pink SG underwear. They are comfy and adorable and make me wanna shake my booty. I want more. Holiday gifts anyone? I also bought the black corset SG underwear.
The following week was Wizard World Arlington. I went and ran in a circle. I got to go for free because of www.fanboyradio.com I loved my press pass. PS- we have THE Joss Whedon this Sunday at 6 PM Texas time, LISTEN UP! Anyhow, WW was great. I spent far too much money and I dropped by the SG booth twice. Once to just stand in aw and shyly tell them how much they inspired me, and then a second time to say I had finally given in and gotten money. I bought a black t-shirt (ok, so I was given the wrong one. I got the mans Large, but it looks cute as a sleep shirt and I run around in it with jeans) and a Polaroid with the girls.
They complimented me and one of them told me I should put my pic up on the fanboy site and send some to SG because I was a cute fangirl She said the fanboys must go nuts for me (this is when I go back to the Fanboy board where they said I must be beating the hoards away with a stick. And I ask.. WHERE ARE THE HORDS? There were hoards? I missed the HORDES?!?!?!).
I blushed. I wish I had more confidence to speak up when I was there. I kinda adore SG in a very fangirl way.
I bought oodles of comics I couldn't afford, a firefly shirt and a wonder woman shirt. I dropped by the Fanboy bbQ but no one was there yet so I went home and snuggled into bed.
This is why I love the SG
1. It inspires me, these women are so amazing, they love themselves and their lives and they don't give a damn what anyone thinks
2. It makes me want to dance. Seriously, the photos make me feel like dancing
3. It makes me want to rip my clothes of and scream 'that's right, I'm a size 10-12, my boobs aren't perfect and I have hips. I AM SEXY DAMN IT!" because frankly, the SG site makes me realize that it's ok not to be a size zero with perfect boobs and a tiny nose. I like how I am (despite all crit on how I should lose weight). In fact, I love how I am.
4. It makes me want to send in photos saying 'pick me! Pick me! Let me be a SG girl and get free pink panties!!" I won't, because as much as I love me, I fear the freedom of the net and where those photos may end up. Am paranoid. And Jewish.
5. It makes me wanna take photos. I may actually try my hand at a set with a friend. Even if we don't do totally SG type photos I am getting my camera out and snapping. This is good. Creativity is the best therapy.
There are so many other reasons. I wish I were a burlesque dancer. I wish I could hoola hoop.
I cooked a full thanksgiving dinner for the Dutch (well, Mal, Anne and I did) it twas fun. Fanboy did a show with Alan Moore, and we had a giant sub or flub day, which kind of made me happy like whoa. Oh yeah, and Scott put my writing up on newsarama about WWTexas. Happy days.
Anyhow, back to turkey (so I'm doing massive me update with turkey at the end)
My dad has yet to see my tattoo though my mom and sister have. B says it looks like a stencil. My mom just sighed.
The new puppy is effin adorable. Adorable like whoa. She's fluffy and tiny (I like big dogs) but cute as hell. Course she gets so excited when she sees me that she pees. Apparently I am that big a deal.
B turned 16 yesterday. Effin scary. She got her license pic with her nose all plastery (it's broken) but I am sure she was grinning. She got a fantastic black Toyota thing with a white top and a pink pinstripe. I gave her a giant neon pink volleyball cover for the spare tire on the back. We went to get our nails and hair done yesterday. Bonding. One problem
They dyed her hair the wrong color. Instead of a light auburn it's purple red. She cried. A lot. My hair turned out like it always did, but hers was not happy making. They are going to fix it Friday. TO make her feel better I pointed out that the woman that styled my hair screwed it up. I asked for big bouncy curls (I was kinda using it as a test drive for formal) and instead I got a greasy kinky mess. Oh well, it looked smashing when I threw it up in a clip.
We ate at the melting pot (yummy fondue) with B's best friends family. Our families are right. B got mad because the oldest bro of her best friend and I used to date and we get chatty when we see one another. Everyone now agrees we should never get together because no one would be able to get a word in edgewise. And they would all go deaf because we are so effin loud.
B loved her car, the stuff on it, and all her other presents. She is driving around today like no tomorrow. I missed cooking cause everyone got up at 6 AM and didn't wake me. I don't know if I'm happy or sad about that.
So that's life. It's life like.
I love my tattoo and my friends. And my kitten. And my family. I'm thankful for it all.
But most of all I'm thankful for Joss Whedon being on fanboy radio this Sunday, 6 PM Texas time
www.fanboyradio.com to listen online
FM 88.7 ktcu the choice to listen to the radio.. If you're in the Fort Worth Dallas area