wordinista: (confident ignorance)
It's kind of dawning on me that I've been extremely incommunicado for the past few weeks. Like, extremely.

Long story short -- everything's fine, but between doctor appointments, working on my Staffing Management take-home exam, birthday, and working on my Staffing paper/presentation, and then basic, everyday obligations I found myself in the rare situation where I kind of... did not realize I had dropped off the face of the earth so completely.

Birthday was wonderful -- we did not go to The Yellow Dog Cafe, as we have the past few years. For some unknown reason I was less enthused about it this year, so George made me dinner instead, and we spent Saturday together just doing goofy couple-y things, and Sunday Mom made a phenomenal birthday dinner (filet mignon with a green peppercorn sauce, oh my GOD SO GOOD), and somewhere in there was an ice cream cake from Ben & Jerry's. Mom surprised me with The King Arthur's Baker's Companion, which made me VERY happy (I was shocked she even remembered I wanted it), and I've already tried out a few recipes (zucchini lemon muffins are to die for).

The sole blemish on the weekend was our experience going to see Coraline.  For a while it looked like we were going to have the entire theater to ourselves when -- FIFTEEN MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE (not the previews, the movie), a family of six came in: two adults, three children who appeared to be under the age of six, and one infant.

And sat right behind us.  In an otherwise empty theater.  RIGHT. BEHIND. US.

And then proceeded to talk.  In conversational tones.  And then the children proceeded to whine about godknows what.  And then the infant started to fuss.  And then the jackoffasaurus sitting behind George started to kick his seat.  Oh, and about five minutes after this lot came in, another family with small children came into the theater, and sat further towards the back.

After about twenty minutes of incomprehensible rudeness and having turned around to give the adults my best "Are you fucking kidding me?" glare, I said "Fuck this" (possibly audibly; I cannot remember -- THAT'S HOW ENRAGED I WAS), I got up and nearly walked out, then decided to switch seats instead.  (George, I think, was disappointed that I didn't make a beeline for the door; that's how fed up he was.)  So I headed up towards the back, basically placing us closer to the OTHER family.

Dude, seriously -- who screws around with a celophane wrapper for two solid minutes?  ARGH.  These children were marginally better behaved, but that's not really saying much. (And having gone to the movies with R&C and their three munchkins, I am perfectly aware of the fact that it IS possible to teach children how not to behave like complete animals at the movies.)  

At some point during all of this, the cockbites we moved AWAY from apparently had not turned off their cell phone, either.

Usually I'm one of those people who WILL say something in a movie theater.  I WILL shush someone who is being a complete moron.  I WILL turn around and let the person who is kicking my seat know that I do not appreciate their percussion solo vibrating against my tailbone.  However, I did not speak up this time -- and I think I know why:  I try to make it a point not to swear like a sailor in front of small children, and I was so completely furious that if I opened my mouth, the tirade would not end until I had insulted someone's parentage in language decorated vibrantly with as many creative invectives as I am capable of conceiving.

So, yes.  I finally saw Coraline.  No, I cannot say that I particularly enjoyed the experience.  Not for lack of trying, mind.

OH.  OH OH OH.  And when the lights went up?  And everyone left?  We took a look behind us at where the other family had been sitting?  OH MY SWEET MONKEY JEBUS, THE MESS THEY LEFT BEHIND WAS A PILE OF EPIC FAIL.  A pile of juice boxes on the floor, wrappers, spilled popcorn, cups, GOD IT WAS FOUL.  There was a trail of popcorn down the stairs.  It defied words.  Honestly. 

So, other than THAT, it was a lovely birthday. 
wordinista: (Abelchu~~)
Why I love my husband:

Today, we went to the comic book shop as part of my birthday weekend celebration... thing.  So, there we were, in our local CBS, browsing and flipping through issues and pointing things out to each other, and...  well, okay -- our local CBS is a place I usually frequent during the week, if I'm going to pick something up for Tora over the weekend or whatever.  And it's usually dead, and I usually end up chatting with whoever's behind the counter for a while.  When I go, I consider it to be a very girl-friendly kind of place.  But, also, it's usually pretty dead.  Today when we went, it was kind of packed.  With, you know.  Guys.

Soooo, we go in, and I am completely oblivious to the fact that I am the only female in the entire store, but I'm poking around looking for things, and generally enjoying myself.  Then, with several BtVS issues I'd been missing and The Long Halloween, I went up to the counter to pay.  There was a cluster of about four guys hanging out, talking with the dude behind the counter, mostly talking about RPG stuff.  And... okay, they were pretty standard comic geeks.  And they, like nice guys, moved out of the way so I could give the nice man my money and we left.

The following conversation occurred on the way back to the car:

George:  "Man, you are like nerd Kryptonite."

Me:  "Huh?"

George:  "Did you not see those guys?  You walked up, and they parted like the Red Sea!"

Me:  "I guess that would be the power of boobs, huh?"

George:  "Seriously.  They did not know what to do.  A REAL GIRL.  RIGHT THERE."

Me:  "The Keeper of the Estrogen has infiltrated our sanctuary!!"

George:  "What do we do?!  ROLL THE DICE!  ROLL THE DICE!  THE DICE WILL TELL US!"

Me:  "She seems to be friendly to the manly one.  Perhaps he can reason with her!"

George:  "I thought one of 'em was going to come up to me and say, 'You permit the fairer sex to handle our sacred tomes!  How could you!?'"

Me:  "...I was the only girl in there?"

George:  "I'm pretty sure.  And they scattered when you walked up."

Me:  "That's awesome."
wordinista: (Year of the Rabbit)
Well, my birthday came and went in a flurry of stressed-out Economics Paper Hell.  I even managed to miss going out to Starbucks for my annual Venti Raspberry Mocha.  However, I got a bunch of lovely birthday wishes from you all and that totally made my day.  Thank you.  And ANOTHER thank you to [livejournal.com profile] mscongeniality for the virtual gifties.  :D  They really brightened my day as well.

Tuesday was quiet, aside from the econ, like I said.  Tora sent me flowers (a dozen red roses!) and made dinner that night. Lucky?  Me?  YES.

But the main event was going to be Friday -- we had reservations at our favorite local restaurant, The Yellow Dog Cafe (favorite restaurant hands-down is The Beech Street Grill in Amelia Island).  TYDC has, no joke, some of the BEST food either of us have ever tasted.  The last time we went was for Mom's birthday, and I had pecan-encrusted Mahi-Mahi with a vanilla bean infusion.  Yes, it sounds weird, but it was easily one of the best meals I'd ever had. EVER.

The restaurant was also nice enough to chill a bottle of champagne for us -- we actually got it as a gift a few years back, and fully intended to have our wedding toast with it.  But someone forgot to bring the bottle to the reception area, so that went right out. 

Then we decided we'd bring it on the honeymoon and open it then.  But Tora came down with walking pneumonia.

THEN we decided to open it on New Year's Eve.  Except I had salmonella poisoning.

So I asked the restaurant, and they had no problem with chilling it for us (for a small fee, but.... totally worth it). 

So we got there, and the table we'd managed to reserve was easily one of the best in the house -- it was in a private little alcove with a gorgeous view of the Indian River.  (It's actually one of the first tables to get reserved, so it's kind of hard to get; I think I called a little over a week in advance and was able to snag it.)  We had cocktails (I had a "Chocolate Lab" martini, and Tora had a G&T) and ordered appetizers (tuna tataki, both of us).

I had a hard time deciding what I wanted until Tora made me close the menu and tell him the two entrees I couldn't get out of my head.  One of them was yellowfin tuna, the other was lobster mornay with a petit filet mignon.

He then pointed out I'd ordered tuna for my appetizer.


I had the lobster and filet.  I don't think I've ever felt so decadent in my entire life.

So we had a decadent, glorious dinner, and some of the best -- no, THE best champagne I've ever had.  Follow it up with a glorious dessert and some after-dinner drinks (port for me, Godiva liqueur for Tora), and I will chalk it up as the best birthday dinner I've ever had in all of my 32 years.  It was like one big culinary orgasm where you close your eyes and savor every bite.

I have a wonderful husband. :)
wordinista: (bunnylove)
Drumroll, please!

Today, my friends, is a day of days.  It is a day upon which, many, many moons ago (though perhaps not THAT many), the inestimable [livejournal.com profile] evilpuppy hatched out of a glorious sparkling egg and promptly proceeded to wreak havoc on all beings, big and small.

Happy Birthday to

teh EV1L PUPPEH!!!

I hope you have the uberest, most wonderful, splendiforous, silver-haired bishounen-filled day EVAR! *HUGS*
wordinista: (Hatori/Mayu heart: creds to meliachu)

Hokay.  First of all? 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] aoi_tsuki1!!!  May I bask in your awesomeness for another year. XD  (Seriously, though: You remain one of the coolest, most interesting people I've "met" online, and I do not phone you nearly enough, but I will endeavor to change that.)

I got some quality sleep in yesterday, and am feeling better today.  I also found a lone chai teabag in my cupboard, which was exactly what I'd been craving all day, so I got a nice cuppa chai while I was feeling miserable.  For once, though, I think Tora caught it worse than I did.  Mostly I'm just feeling kind of stuffy in the head (I have moments when it feels like my equilibrium is WAY off) and general overall malaise.  I had a sore throat at the beginning, but it seems to have gone away, and while I do have a slight cough, it's not as bad as Tora's. 

All of which means I get to coddle him a little more. 

Reflections on teh wedding... )

And no one can even begin to imagine my surprise when we got home and there were packages waiting for us!  [livejournal.com profile] everstar3, [livejournal.com profile] somnambulicious, and [livejournal.com profile] moonphased, thank you so, so much.  (I so want to post pictures, but I'm afraid that would be tacky -- but omg, I must post pictures, because Best Toaster Evar [true love is marked by toast!], OMFG SQUEEBLE CUPS [there is a slight disagreement as to whether they're teacups or sake cups], and Cutest Book In Creation [we were both overwhelmed by teh pretteh!])  So, again, thank you.

wordinista: (Darwin Good Times)

You are, without a doubt, one of teh awesomest people in fandom.  I don't even know where to begin -- from nipple pictures all the way down to letting Puppy do your makeup over New Years, you're someone who's sense of fun is absolutely equal to lack of tolerance for bullshit, which makes for someone as fun and snarky and just all-around awesome as you!  *GLOMPS*
wordinista: (bunnylove)
Just over three years ago, I was at an entirely different place in my life.  A year out of grad school, I was just finishing up my second semester of teaching, and I'd started watching this funny little anime on Adult Swim.  It featured a foul-tempered guy with white hair and dog ears and, okay, the dubbing was a little annoying, but the storyline was entertaining.  Eventually, I decided I'd search out more about this show, and investigate the fandom.  And, also eventually, I found a pretty fun forum by the name of Iridescent Dreams, and, okay, the fandom had moments when it was totally cracktacular, but it was fun all the same. 

After a while, I decided I'd try my hand at writing a story.  I didn't expect many people to read it, and not many did, particularly at first.  But one night, I checked my Iridescent Dreams private message account, and there was a note from someone named "everstar," who'd written me an invocation of the muse.  I was so amused that I wrote back.  And she wrote back.  And then I wrote back again.  And finally we were like, "Enough with the PM ping-pong."  We exchanged AIM screen-names, and that was the beginning of the end.  The more we talked, the more we realized we had in common.  It was almost eerie -- by the time we signed off that night, I felt as if I'd known her my entire life. 

I had no idea that this silly little anime would bring me to someone who has become one on a short list of online-turned-RL-friends.  If I had known, I probably would have -- no, not gone screaming in the other direction, smart-ass -- looked into it sooner.

This is someone from whom I have learned a great deal -- quite a bit of it vocabulary. ;)  She is someone who seems to know beyond a shadow of a doubt when a truly awful pun simply needs to be made.  The same goes for the truly off-color joke.  She is someone who knows how to make me laugh, even if she doesn't realize it.  Each other's triumphs make us happy, and each other's trials and failures make us feel sharp disappointment and that terrible sense of helplessness that comes from knowing there is very little either of us can do, separated by as much of the country as we are.

We've had our differences, certainly, but our friendship has always managed to overcome the few arguments and problems we've experienced.  We have a creepy sort of ESP with each other, and it actually gets sharper when we're in the same room.

She's one of my best friends; nothing and no one has made me gladder that I ever Googled "Inuyasha" in the first place. :)

Happy birthday, hebi-chan.
wordinista: (Oxford)
Happy Birthday, to....
[livejournal.com profile] _midoriko_sama_!!!

I hope you enjoy it, sweetie!  *huge huggles!!!!*
wordinista: (Washington DC)


[livejournal.com profile] dqbunny, you are a sweet and special person, and I'm very glad to have "met" you.  I love our talks (which we've not had as many of, alas), and I appreciate your level headedness and your sense of humor.  I hope you have a wonderful day!

This Bunneh's birthday... )


Feb. 6th, 2006 11:15 am
wordinista: (Bunneh has had quite enough kthx)
First of all, Happy Belated Birthday to the Queen of All Things Snail Pr0n, [livejournal.com profile] somnambulicious!  Another year older, and another year sexier! I hope you enjoyed it, sweetie.  *huggles*

Anyone care to tell me why, after having Tora-kun home for three days, I sick on SUNDAY?  Holy cow, I feel awful.  Sore throat, congestion in my sinuses, fever, and I can't cross the room without breaking into a sweat. 

NOT my best shape for keeping a precocious puppy out of trouble. Ick.  Looks like I caught what mom had, which makes sense, I guess.  We were in a car together all day Thursday, and by the time we got home, she was feeling poorly.  Looks like it's my turn.  And I have class tomorrow.  DAMMIT.

At least, after I took him out this morning and fed him, he followed me back to bed where he let me sleep for a good three hours.  I'm assuming he napped, but I also brought one of his toys to keep him entertained.

It might be back to bed for me.  I had to -- HAD TO -- tidy up the dining room/kitchen area (seriously, it was a disaster), and now that that's done, I think I need to go be comatose now.

Ugh.  Even tea tastes bad.  I think it's time to move on to my stash of Traditional Medicinals, which usually taste awful, but almost always make me feel better.  I've got my "Cold Season Sampler," and god knows it can't HURT.

And Tora-kun's working late tonight.  *sob* 
wordinista: (bunnylove)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] katmorning!!!

May your birthday be wonderful and bright and everything you deserve. :D You're a wonderful, kind, talented person, and you have no idea how much I admire you. I'm so glad to have met you! *HUGS* Happy birthday, sweetie!
wordinista: (Hatori - Prudence)
First of all, happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] smtfhw.  I hope you have a wonderful day, and that you're duly spoiled.  You deserve it. :)

And now, the ABC meme.  And I seriously think I'm the last person on earth to do this one.
The Alphabet Meme )
wordinista: (Up to no good)

It's teh Mama Panther's birthday today!  (And she's not feeling well, either, so give her lots of lovins.)

Happy Birthday Misha!

...I wish I knew how to make the text all sparkly and such...

I hope you have a wonderful day, [livejournal.com profile] mishakatt!  *BIG BIRTHDAY HUGGLES*

EDIT: BEHOLD! TEH SPARKLES!!!!!!1111oneone! (Thank you [livejournal.com profile] youkai_tsuki1!)
wordinista: (Shiku~!)
And in a completely different spammy post from my N.O. directed rage...

Happy Birthday, to

teh PUPPEH!!!! 


Now... what about those birthday spankings?  XD

wordinista: (Momiji)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,  [livejournal.com profile] aoi_tsuki1 !!!

You're one of the coolest people I've had the opportunity to meet via the internet.  Your biting wit and amazing ability to quote The Simpsons at any given opportunity endeared you to me for all time.  I admire your frankness, and your gift for cutting straight through the bullshit.  You crack my shit up on a regular basis, and I love you for it!!!

Have a wonderful 21st birthday!  *HUGGLES TO BITS AND PIECES*


May. 27th, 2005 07:25 am
wordinista: (Momiji)

Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] sarolynne!! 

I hope this day is a good one for you, filled with sparkletastic bishounen and evil, sociopathic vampires. ;)

Enjoy it, sweetie!  *uberglomps*

wordinista: (Tea! Gimme gimme!)
I tried to find it, you know -- the first log of our first conversation.  I found something early -- from 2003 -- but without an actual date on it.  The date is gone because I'd transfered it from an AIM log to a Word doc in preparation for... either a trip from PC to Mac, or from Mac to PC.  I think it's the former, because I remember posting to ID to find advice on how to overcome Word for Mac and the way it hopelessly screwed up anything posted to FFN or MMO.  But it was in April.  I remember that much.

Heh.  I digress, but you're used to that now.

Funny, how a simple PM can go so far.

I'm amazed sometimes, when I sit back and think about how much we've shared over that time.  We've laughed ourselves sick until six in the morning (five on your side), and we've struggled with tears.  I can tell you anything, no matter how inane or personal, and I know you won't laugh -- unless it's a tale of my absentmindedness, or some other hilariously embarrassing story.  There's nothing I can't tell you. 

I trust you (not to share my drunken moments immortalized in text), I respect you (to ask your opinion when I wouldn't ask anyone else's), and I don't know when it happened, exactly, but you're not just my best online friend anymore -- you're one of my best friends, period.

More than once, you've managed to articulate what I'm thinking better than I can.  In the beginning, we had moments of ESP that ... kind of freaked me out; now, they make me laugh.  And I laugh harder when -- despite the brain meld -- we misunderstand each other.

We're different, you and I -- and we've acknowledged those differences more than once.  But rather than pushing us apart, I like to think our differences make us closer, and allow us to view a side of the fence we wouldn't normally think about.  I firmly believe that I'm a better person for knowing you -- if nothing else, you have helped me cultivate an appreciation for "smoorsh" (just one of the silly words that make up our lexicon).

You are patient, understanding, kind, and you've a wit sharp enough to cut diamonds.  I worry about you when you spread yourself too thin, and I fret for you when things aren't going as smoothly for you as they should.

Through the IY fandom, I found someone who loves tea, comic book film adaptations, Austen, Shakespeare, Looney Toons, Buffy, classic film, The X-Files (before the suckage), Han/Leia, Michael Crawford, Harry Potter, and Furuba (though, yes, I claim responsibility for that one) -- and a million other things I've neglected to count.  You are someone with whom I can spend hours discussing the silly (nitpicking SW3 or Colin Firth fangirling) or the serious.

And I wouldn't trade you for anyone, either -- not even Colin Firth or Ewan MacGregor.  In fact, I'd probably try to figure out a way to share them with you instead. ;)

Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] everstar3!  I love you very much, hebi-chan, and I'm grateful to have a friend like you.
wordinista: (Momiji)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] saya415!!! Teh fluffeh bunneh squishes teh dark lemon extortionist connoiseur with many sparkles of LURVE! I hope you have a wonderful WONDERFUL DAY. *squish!*


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