Packing Day

So my mom was asking me what my plans are for the today and tomorrow (my last two days before airplanes take a day away from me) and I started spouting out all this stuff my friend and I were planning to do on Friday in preparation for a lovely New Years Eve party. (Yay, French macarons!)

"Well if you're going to do all that stuff on Friday then you had better pack tomorrow."

Shit... She's right. I hate it when she does that.

Blerg... and a new blog

It's been a really long day and I still can't get to sleep. 

I crashed at my friend's house last night and then woke up this morning to take her to pick up her car from the mechanic (only so she could take it to the dealer so the repairs would be covered under warranty, guh). 

I stopped by the apartment and changed clothes and made myself slightly more presentable and less "walk of shame-y" and then went to Cedar Park to the hospital where my mother had had a routine surgery that morning. 

Countdown and Nerves

So the countdown is getting low and I only have 5 full days left.

I have to finish my old roommates' Xmas present. (Shuddup, I know I'm late.) I need to pack. I need to go to the store and buy things I would rather not live without (not to be confused with things I can't live without). We're talking salsa, BBQ sauce, cumin.

Merry Christmas, Y'all

Merry Christmas, y'all.

A Stress-Inducing Mess

Lots of developments since I last posted. For awhile there I was afraid nothing cool in my life would ever happen again and I would end up boring you all with the random junk that pops up in my head.

You're in luck, though definitely at my expense.

Texas things that are awesome:

Flannery and I went to Fredericksburg, Texas. We did this last Christmas also.

F'burg is a town that was settled by German immigrants (there are lots of people of German and Czech decent in Texas) that has a very kitschy German flair year-round but it is especially wonderful at Christmas time.

Musings of my inner 12-year-old

I don't know if it's because I'm 24, because I've been home for so long now — OMG almost 8 weeks! — or because my grandmother forbade me to marry a Czech man, but I've been thinking a lot about marriage and weddings and such.

No, I'm not plotting how to find a man. (However, maybe I should create an application process and see what happens... On second thought, perhaps not.)

Games galore and some seriously bizarre writing

"Once upon a time there was a pyramid that had two scary masks. Someone went to the pyramib [sic] because they wanted to find the two scary masks, but they saw a big shadow, so they screamed and ran away. They ran over a bridge and they found a poisonous fountain. Then he drank the water from the poisonous fountain and he fell a sleep. He dreamed about a thunder storm and lots of lightning. The lightning hit an apple tree. He ran to a house and he locked the door."

If you've ever wondered how to teach kids whose first language you don't know, I'll give you a couple of hints.

Zombies, Vampires and Christmas? Oh my.

I want to know what it is with people's obsession with the undead. 

I have a friend who *LOVES* zombies and living in Austin you get bombarded by zombies and zombie paraphernalia pretty often. I mean, zombies actually descend on the Erwin Center and road signs caution drivers that there may be traffic due to zombies.

Pot Pies, East Texas and a Baby

With Christmas coming up and my bank account basically empty I've been trying to come up with things to make for presents. I took up crocheting again and I'm working on a couple of scarfs and hats.

My mom has taken up scrap booking so I've also decided to start working on some of that stuff also. I have a bajillion pictures from a bajillion vacations and such so those ought to be organized somehow, right? Well, I've decided to do it. I haven't actually started anything. Same thing though right?

In case you forgot my budding obsession for clouds, this is the kind of sky you get in Texas.