rambling, rants, and the bsc

( BSC Challenge, day three )

I babble. It's not easy picking favorites in BSC land. Which is funny because SVH? No problem. Easily done. My favorite SVH book is The Evil Twin. Yes, it is the moment the series officially begins to die (it starts with the magical vodka but Margo herself is worth the wait for me to declare it the jump the shark moment) but every damn time I read the book, I want Margo to realize she makes a lousy Elizabeth and switch to Jessica and get away with it and then Return o' Evil twin will bring us Nora getting revenge on Lizbeth and then awesome alternate universe is born! :D

I mean, yeah. Easy. SVT is also easy: Jessica's New Look. Glasses for the vain twin and my grandmother bought me the book... because I needed glasses. :D Favorite Charmed episode? All Hell Breaks Loose. I can pick favorites. It's just more difficult when presented with a list or something. I panic.

:p

So. How was your Thanksgiving, if you're of the US type? Mine was... there. I had the day off (huzzah!) but Mom was running really, really late so by the time she was ready to start cooking, I was halfway zombiefied, and when I wasn't, my ankle was seizing up. Not pretty. Widget spent his portion of the day here waiting outside for his mother to come get him. ;_; My feelings! They are broken.
   Watched Return to Oz which was just as awesome as I remembered but I realized three things. One, I need to re-read my Oz books and fill in the blanks. Two, I have never seen the entire thing start to finish. And three, the books and this movie obviously mingled in my brain to create something else entirely. I'm trying to remember how I found the movie to begin with. *muse*

My various orders from earlier in the week have all shipped. Widget's present should be here Monday, since it's being shipped UPS. Toralei should be here by Tuesday, which is good since she's got Widget's advent calendar with her. Abbey should arrive Friday with Mum's... minor gift. (Never know if she spies.) I am being good and not even LOOKING at other sales aside from mentally setting aside money for the possible AG Cyber Monday sale. I should see when my Hasbro orders are set to ship.

Last night, after dinner and pie, while Mums was watching Wall-E after announcing, loudly, she would not, I assembled my little blue tree. I'm a bit sad that mine is more blue than teal or aqua or turquoise, however it's really very pretty. It's actually really pretty so long as you do not believe all trees should be real. (Does not stop me from wanting one horribly though.) I'm debating putting my Dead Tired girls underneath for a bit of photogoodness. We'll see. Also, unlike other fake trees, it didn't shed like crazy and it didn't make me itch all over. A couple of places where it scratched me lightly itched, and it did stab me good in the finger when trying to pry a branch from underneath the lights, but still.

SO. PRETTY.

I made my general list of presents to be on the look out for concerning other people. I realized that I had more than I thought I did already and had ideas for everyone, which is always a nice surprise since there's usually at least one person who leaves me high and dry. The boy is actually my only unknown and he's usually very good about asking flat out for what he wants. Granted he always waits until three days before the gift giving occasion so thus any hope of finding it at a good price is blown out of the water, but still.

If you feel you might be on the gift receiving list and you want something particular, I should point out that the boy almost always gets what he wants because he asks, flat out, or makes some serious hints in the "I wrote it in neon sparkling lights and bolded the thing I most want that I have been mentioning every third word now" type of way. So, lists, people.

I'll be making mine so that, if nothing else, I can cross stuff off in the new year or whatever.

In other news, I want to do a group MH picture. I do not want to do this because I have calculated how many I have, roughly, and the answer is "OHGOD."

Oh, and now I must be obnoxious: I helped Mums, a bit, with dinner yesterday. I did my part of cleanup (I was to put the food away and when this was announced, I pointed out that I do not do turkey because ew, and so they did. And by they, I mean mostly Mom. I also threw out the parts that were deemed not edible and please keep from the animals.) and I did some dishes to make up for the fact that I didn't put the turkey away aside from putting the bags o' turkey in the fridge. The boy was to do the rest of the dishes. Since Mums and I kind of did them as we went along, there weren't a ton, k?

This morning I woke up before dawn so I could take my shower and still nap before work later on. I came downstairs and blearily fed the animals and realized... no one did the dishes. No one took the trash out. A quick glance out front proved that the boy never took the trashcan to the street even though he swore he would. So I fed the animals, threw the easy dishes into the dishwasher, took the dog out, took the cans to the street after gathering the rest of the trash... and when I went in for my stuffing breakfast, realized someone ate all the green bean casserole. D: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Then I told myself it had to be Mums and she totally deserved it.

It wasn't Mums. Which meant the boy came down in the middle of the night, ate left overs and still didn't do the damn dishes or take the trash out!

He kept us waiting last night for dinner after being called THREE TIMES. My dinner got cold waiting for him! (Ironically the only thing that wasn't cold was the mashed potatoes and that's usually the first thing to hit ice status.) Mom apologized for the onions and celery being larger than usual because her chopper went kerfluey. "You should have asked me."

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You ever have those moments where you can see the thought bubbles like that overhead? I had one last night.

It's Thanksgiving! You know there is food prep! You go downstairs and offer to help instead of holing up in your room with your friends, drinking your liver into submission!

Miffed.

However, I was re-educated on the making of my favorite stuffing, so there's that. Now to convince Mums to make more. Because it's mostly gone. Now... to do stuffs and convince the cat that nesting on me until I bleed is not nearly as much fun as she thinks it is.