A Pinteresting Tumbl of a Day ~ Christmas Edition!

This episode was so sad, but this little bit here made up for it.
(And don't worry, this is queued -- I'm probably not awake yet anyway.)
Merry Christmas!

Reblog it here (x).

Why Newbs Shouldn't Shop with Vets

(Just a note before we begin: I'm talking about newbs here as opposed to n00bs.)

You've just put away the turkey.
The kitchen's cleaned up.
You shuffle to your bedroom and pull your pj's out of the drawer and---
"LET'S GO!"
Someone in your living room is grabbing their purse and running out the door before coming back and getting a binder full of coupons.
You shrug.
Well, okay, you think. How bad can it be?

Oh my giddy aunt.

Let's just say that next year I'm going to sleep Thursday night and I'm not going to wake up until noon on Friday.

My sister is a veteran Black Friday shopper. She's crazy good at getting good deals on like, everything, and that's awesome.

The problem is that I am not. I hit a few stores and then I'm done.

Not so with the Vet.

She spent TWO FULL HOURS in a single store alone! Granted, most of that was probably the line, but still! I wouldn't know what to do with myself in a store for an hour!

I seriously don't know how she does that.

I think she's magic.

We left our house around 7:30 Thursday night and came back Friday morning at about 9.

Never. Again.

Next year, I am going to bed like a normal person on Thursday night and I'm not getting up till noon on Friday.

But, for those of you who do the whole Cyber Monday thing, Pikcal is having an awesome sale: you can get 20% off your order with the promo code "blogcard20". That's off greeting cards, calendars, photo books, you name it!

May your shopping be happier than mine was!

Walking in a Winterless Wonderland

And a fall-less wonderland, as well.

For those of you who live in South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, and the like, you understand what I'm saying.

For those of you who live in other parts of America or the world, let me explain.

We have very odd weather here.

It starts warming up in February.

No lie. 

It starts cooling off in October or November.

We basically have no winter.

I'm 21, and I've seen snow once in my life.

It was around Valentine's Day, and I was babysitting about 20-30 minutes away from my house. The kids' grandmother called and asked if we'd noticed the snow.

I got insanely excited -- 17 years old and it was snowing! Woo hoo!

I was really nervous about driving back into town, because I'd never seen snow, and now I had to drive in it? 

The kids' grandfather followed me into town, which was really nice, but then after running around in the snow like a three year old (which my dad described as "typical college kid behavior"), he wanted me to drive around with him.

I was really afraid of just going 'round town for fun, but it actually wasn't that bad, because no one else here knows how to drive in snow, so no one else was about.

Also, in my biology book, the author mentioned a compound - I think some sort of salty stuff - and called it a "deicer". Well, in my limited knowledge of ice and snow, I first assumed it was a fancy French word for something and pronounced "deh-eye-see-yer".

Um, no, it's "de-icer". A thing that melts ice.

Oh.

Well.

Okay.
This also explains why - when test driving a car - I looked in the dash thing-y (the word escapes me at the moment) and saw this really weird looking object.
It looked like a toothless comb.
I showed it to my dad like "What is this thing??"
He laughed and told me to guess.
Apparently it was an ice scraper.
Oh.

A Crazy, Well-Dressed Hitchhiker and Morning Classes

For my technical writing class we have to split into groups and study traffic circles. I'm not really sure why traffic circles, but that's what he said.

He wanted drive through videos, pictures of the signs and pictures of the markings on the road.

After class Wednesday, my group and I went to get the signs, but we didn't have time to get out and get pictures.

I said I'd get them Thursday. I ran out of time, so I decided to get up early on Friday and get them before class.

Yeah. Right.

Anyone who knows me knows that I can stay up literally all night if I want or need to.

But I am not a morning person.

Regrettably, once I'm up, I'm up, so you wake me at 3 AM . . . you had better have something really cool for me to do, or I'll hate dislike you intensely for the rest of the day.

Anyhoo, I set my alarm for 6:15 AM.

It went off, and I reset it for 6:45.

It went off again, and I reset it for 7.

Then I got up.

Slowly.

I didn't have time to get the pictures before class, so I went to get them after.

Being the ditz I am, I sort of got lost looking for it.

But then I found it.

Yay!

So I got out and ended up standing in the middle of the (EMPTY) road snapping pictures with my iPad.

Needless to say, I got some pretty weird looks from the drivers, who must've wondered why some random girl was running around a traffic circle.

"She looks too clueless to be a contractor. . ."

And it was so cold.

So cold.

I couldn't feel my face!

Also, I've decided that I am never again taking 8 AM classes across the board. 

Not unless I have to.

Because then I will have grey hair by the time I graduate.

(No students or drivers were harmed during the events of this post. Everyone was just very cold.)

New Year's Giveaway!

Hey peeps! 

So, 2012 is about to end, and I thought "What better way to welcome the New Year than with a giveaway?"

I mean, the Mayans were wrong, and we've got another year to live and grow - how awesome is that?!

So, here's the delio: these delightful ladies have offered prizes that everyone would love.

Here's your end of the bargain - to enter, you must follow ALL of the required links, which will be indicated plainly.

That's pretty simple, right?

So go ahead and enter and broadcast the news!

Happy New Year!

Le Contributors:

Sarah M. 

All Things Blogs / Glitter

Required: Blog and Shop

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Kate B.

Discover. Create. Live.

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Nikki

The Crafty Side of Sarcasm

Required: Pinterest and Twitter

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Courtney

Chase All Your Dreams / Midnight City Creations

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Sara R. 

Oh Honey, Don't Worry

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Alyse B.

The Enchanted Owl

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Something 2 Offer
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An Unstyled Life
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T'was the Day before Christmas . . .

. . . and all through the house,

only one person was stirring because she slept all afternoon and woke up at 11:30 PM and didn't go to sleep til 6 AM so now her internal clock's as confused as her.

Sigh.

Oh well, I did get my Christmas shopping done, and I did have the guts (or stupidity?) to venture going to Walmart on Christmas Eve. 

That . . . is not advisable.

Nope.

Wouldn't do that unless you have to. 

I saw the strangest thing there, by the way. 

I know there's this quip about fruit cake - like how there's everything in it but fruit. I wouldn't know because I've never had it.

But I do know that nobody seems to like it, which has always made me wonder why the heck people make it.

But at Walmart, near the checkouts, they have a box of fruit cake. It really didn't look appetizing. At all. 

And here's the scary part: some had been bought . . .

Anyhoo, hope I didn't spoil your appetite!

Merry Christmas!

Finals Week - Day 2 through le Fin . . .

So, I suppose that since I didn't post daily updates it can be safely assumed that I studied my butt off and did fantastically, right . . . ?

Oh . . . not?

Oh. Okay.

But I did study hard . . . and I did pretty well.

Finals Week - Day 1

Oh my word.

Finals are here already . . . ?

This isn't technically Day 1 as my finals are all on Tuesday and Thursday, but hey, I'm working on papers and studying today. 

And tomorrow. 

And right before they tell us to clear our desks . . .

Oh dear . . . 

Cold Front?

Cold front?!

More like a "cold front, back, sides, and middle"!

It's freezing!

But yes, I'm counting my blessings: we're not dealing with what the Yankees are, and I'm grateful for that, and I'm praying for them, especially since we've got family up there.

But shoot . . . for the past five days, my weather app on my phone has been going crazy. 

Thursday it went ballistic in a class (even though it was on silent) and said we were getting a tropical cyclone. 

Well.

That was the driest cyclone I've ever seen in my life.

It said we have coastal flood advisories, rip tide statements, and whole load of utter "not here-ness". 

Oh well. 

At least now that it's almost winter it feels like fall . . .

Bipolar Beaufort Weather

I don't know about the rest of the country, but isn't it a pretty good rule of thumb that when it's cold in the morning, it'll still be cold in the afternoon?

Doesn't that help you dress appropriately for the day?

Beaufort isn't like that.

I think Beaufort's a woman, and she's bipolar. 

It was like, 60 degrees this morning, so I wore a knitted wool top, a scarf (more for the astetics than weather), and sneakers. 

Um . . . 

Lo and behold, at noon, it's about 85 degrees.

. . . What?!

Some Christmas Songs are MENTAL

Seriously.
Have you heard what is pumped through our radio station playlists?
Take for instance "Santa Baby" (lyrics and info courtesy of christmas-lyrics.org):


Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight.


"Santa Baby" is a Christmas song written by Joan Javits, Philip Springer, and Tony Springer. The song was originally sung and recorded in 1953 by Eartha Kitt. The song was a huge hit for Kitt, and she later said that it was one of her favorite songs to record. The song is a tongue-in-cheek look at a Christmas list sung by a woman who wants the most extravagant gifts like sable, yachts and decorations from Tiffany's. The version recorded by Cynthia Basinet in 1997 is often mistakenly credited as having been sung by Marilyn Monroe; in fact, Monroe never recorded the song.


Are you bloomin' kiddin' me?!

Unless this lady woman is Mrs. Claus, I think Santa oughta skip her chimney tonight . . . because that is going to be awkward . . . She's probably waiting up for him . . .
Stalker.

First Day of School

So, the first day was rather . . . uneventful. My morning class was cancelled due to the weather (which honestly wasn't that bad), one of my professors was trapped in Atlanta, so another professor gave the introduction. My other professors were pretty nice . . . The only thing that I would've changed about yesterday was probably the . . . wind, yes, definitely the wind! It would not have been nearly as cold if it hadn't been windy. I was texting a friend on the way to my car and by the time I got there, I was surprised she could make any of it out, because I couldn't feel my fingers!