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Technical Difficulties

I’m making some changes to ACGIK so things may be a lil’ weird around here for the next day or so.

Bear with me.

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Uh-oh

Of course this would happen right after I make the decision to move back.  First California nearly burns down.  And then it gets a little closer to falling into the ocean.

Get my lemon drop ready, Big Sis.  We may be ducking and covering under the table for awhile.

Top 100 Things I Love About California – #1

Maddy & Nicholas

Maddy & Nicholas.  They don’t call me Auntie Shea-Shea for nuthin’.

Friday Blogthing!

This is maybe my favorite blogthing from emawkc. Loves it. And it is So. Friggin. True. I am a karaoke MACHINE. And not in a good way. But these are literally the songs I would pick. And I maybe once did get up in the most crowded bar in Wichita and busted out a fantastic rendition of Shoop by Salt n’ Peppa.

So please! Invite me to your karaoke parties! I have little to no boundaries when it comes to public humiliation. I’m the entertainment. And I’m cheap.


Your Karaoke Theme Song is “I’m Too Sexy”


You’re a total goof ball and a bit of a nut job. You don’t take yourself seriously at all.
And while you may not be the greatest singer, you’re the first to volunteer for karaoke.
You have a wild and unpredictable sense of humor that always gets people cracking up.
Irreverent and rebellious, your humor knows no bounds or limits. You enjoy shocking people.

You might also sing: “Like a Virgin,” “Ice Ice Baby,” and “Hey Ya!”

Stay away from people who sing: “Sweet Home Alabama”

What’s Your Karaoke Theme Song?

Addicted

Cookies

Someone brought these to the office last week and I think they’re all I’ve eaten for the past two days.  If I’m passed out from sugar and butter overdose, clutching the tin to my chest and smiling, just let me be.

The Duck Flies at Midnight

I’m headed to Washington, DC on Friday for six days at a nerd convention for work. Seriously. If you guys knew what I did for a living (my day job, that is), you would be completely flabbergasted. In fact, you could probably speculate all day long and never guess exactly what it is I do between the hours of 8 and 5. We’ll keep it like that for now. Just know that it is not glamorous or remotely cool, but pays the bills and provides some mild enjoyment.

ANYWAY, six days in dorkdom aside, this is becoming a bit of an annual trip for me and I will be catching up and having fun with my dear friend, Camille. We wrote for the high school newspaper together. She was editor-in-chief. I was features editor until I decided it was too much responsibility and went on to cover such titilating topics as “Heap of the Week” (a regular feature about the crappiest cars in the school parking lot) and “Pro vs. Con” (like, should we or shouldn’t we have a stoplight in front of the school and can boys and girls just be friends?). I also had the pleasure of reporting on an unfortunate incident in which the mother of a sophomore girl hired a stripper for her daughter’s birthday party. All hell broke loose in the family-friendly community of Pleasanton, CA.  After I uncovered some previously unreported details about the event, the principal threatened me and the journalism teacher called my mom saying things like, “the first amendment” and “revealing her sources” and “contempt of court.”  Oye. DRA-MA. Who knew that writing for The Amadon could be so controversial?

So, back to DC… Camille and I will hang out.  We’ll do Georgetown and monuments and Smithsonians and sushi and, the best part of all, check out the International Spy Museum.  The amateur sleuth in me is ecstatic.

Ugh. Misery.

So somehow I ended up with a pinched nerve in my back and I’ve been moving like a slug all day because the slightest move in the wrong direction sends shooting pain all over the place. Sucks. Balls. This AND a not-right stomach all day have equaled some serious misery. A dear friend from work took pity on me and brought me my work laptop, soup, dark chocolate, Icy Hot and a heating pad thing during lunchtime. I had been dying for soup all morning (weird, I know) and when he brought me some, you would have thought he gave me an iPhone. I was excited.

So here’s what I’ve spent my day doing: napping, trying not to move, cuddling with the Pug, checking emails and watching copious amounts of TV saved up on the ol’ DVR (The Hills, Big Brother, Damages, Rescue Me, and, shamefully, High School Musical – 1 and 2).

That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. Just some Zac Efron and killer back pain.