random thought whatever -the-hell-day-it-is

Oh, that's right, it's Saturday. Wait, no, it can't be Saturday, I am at work...oh but it is. And I am. Yay.

RT 1) I have been sick, which is why I have been a lame blogger. Started feeling funny Tuesday night, came in to work for 30 minutes Wednesday morning and basically slept until Friday afternoon. So here I am at work trying to make up some time, but clearly not doing anything work-related.

RT 2) I am almost done Christmas shopping. It's down to some odds and ends from Target or somewhere, presents for the 3 dogs in my life, and the fucking elusive Dunkin Donuts travel mug I was planning on getting WS. They are ALWAYS there, and so I didn't think it was any big deal...and so I didn't order the other option I was considering. And now I am without. On the plus side, I keep going to "check" and see if either location has it, and while I am there I just might as well get some coffee for myself, right? I challenge anyone to find something as delicious as this:
Anyway, that damn mug better materialize or I will start to look like this:
RT 3) Speaking of Christmas, I may be spending my Christmas sans Mother. I haven't really talked to her since our falling out last week, except a few short surface conversations. She has not mentioned Christmas or plans or anything. She must have made plans, either assuming I will be around here or to travel and see other family. Either way she has not informed me. So I am waiting it out. Roomie invited me to her house, and WS said he would bring his dog and we could spend Christmas together. I insisted he spend it with family, and he said I was his family. *Awww* Frankly, I am tired of my mother's ridiculous drama and I would rather spend Christmas in the loft with The Cutest Dog In The World than kiss her ass to try to get her to "forgive" me for something I didn't do just to keep peace.

RT 4) I spent last night making my first venture into painting in probably over a year. It was fabulous. I was so absorbed in what I was doing the time just flew by. I had some good music going in the background, and it just made me so happy. I suck at it, but it makes me happy.

RT 5) I have started looking forward to New Years Eve. I freaking luuurve NYE. Champagne (or sparkling wine because I am poor and can't afford the good stuff)? Yes, please! Wearing something sparkly and ridiculous? Yes, please! Excessive public drunkenness? Obviously. I plan on popping open one of these suckers as soon as 5:30 hits on NYE and I am out of work. Unless, Gigi, we should start earlier?? BTW, my PSA for the day is urging you people to try the Barefoot line of wines. I have had 2 kinds and they were both fab, especially for a $5 bottle of wine. I am eagerly awaiting trying out their sparkling varieties. Roomie is sans-Shakespeare for NYE and so I think it may be a girl's night. I am sad about that because I would love to kiss WS at midnight and say some sappy shit about spending this next year together. But it's OK, we hopefully have many more NYEs for that. Plus one of my fave local bands is playing at my bar (the mega-hot drummer likes to hit on me, which I enjoy) and they are doing Michael Jackson covers. Drunk Scarlett loves Beatles covers and Michael Jackson covers. So Scarlett+Roomie+NYE+champagne+sparkles+my bar+the band should be a damn good time. I told her we probably have to kiss at midnight to keep one another out of trouble. Too many potential creepers/drinking friends around that place.

RT 6) I may actually pick up one of those bottles TODAY because as I type WS is taking his last final of the semester. THANK GOD. I am so ready to have more time with him, and for him to be able to relax and enjoy torturing each other about our Christmas presents! The downside is that Shakespeare went running back to the holler he comes from. Is that regional slang? Ah, here it is:

hol·ler ²

adj. , v. & n. Chiefly Upper Southern U.S. Variant of hollow. One feature of Upper Southern English and specifically of Appalachian English is its pronunciation of the final unstressed syllable in words such as hollow, window, and potato as (ər). Holler, winder, and tater are merely variant pronunciations reflected in spelling. As a noun, holler has the specific meaning in the Appalachians of "a small valley between mountains": They live up in the holler underneath Big Bald Mountain.

Now I can say my blog is educational. Anyway, he went home and so I get no overnights with my mans for awhile. Not sure if I mentioned but we live in a super-open loft and three would be pretty awkward. So that sucks. Besides I think it's lame that Shakespeare doesn't want to spend time with Roomie. And that he comes from a holler. On the other hand, this could be our last stretch of time together if she really does leave in May. So I think I should take advantage of having her all to myself.

Anyway, I hope everyone is having a fabulous almost-Christmas weekend!