day one hundred and fifty

i got so many good pictures with so many good friends at the party - if i'm in it, it's goin' up. that's it.

day one hundred and forty nine

tomorrow's new year's eve. i'm still sick. so much to do. but at least i got my hair re-colored.

day one hundred and forty eight

i am so flippin tired. still kinda sick and spent the better part of my evening painting and then working on this. must sleeeeep. so much to do tomorrow. (i hope we get out of work early again!)

day one hundred and forty seven

sick sucks. but waking up at 11:44pm after being asleep for over 5 hours is an interesting change.

day one hundred and forty six

back to work today - and it was HELL! lacey really knows how to make me appreciate her around the office: take a day off! my head was falling off all day. and by the time i got home i was sick as a dog. i've come to the conclusion that me + stress = instant cold.

day one hundred and forty five

first off, happy 24th anniversary mum & dad.

secondly - what a good day! bought some books. ate 400 pounds of crab for lunch with lacey and the lovely mrs. rebecca murphy, in town from columbus. and then bar hopped. today's picture comes to you from slim & chubby's, where i got to play pool with becky, johnny, AND tom shoe-lane. went to some other weird bar downtown, where this odd man insisted on dancing with lacey, and where i won two weird toys from that claw machine - like a pro! followed by steak & shake, where another 200 pounds of food was consumed.

i must now go roll myself into bed.

day one hundred and forty four

merry christmas. happy holidays. yadda yadda. for my first christmas as a single gal in probably a decade, it was damn good. i ate so much food and drank so much wine and champagne and just had a damn good day with damn good friends. and now i'm listening to the messiah and going to bed.

i can't believe i didn't watch "it's a wonderful life" this year. oh, jimmy stewart...

day one hundred and forty three

christmas eve. lacey and i went to work, where i slept under the desk until it was time to leave. then did all the grocery shopping for tomorrow's feasting. i crashed for several hours, got up, did a little more shopping, came home, watched movies, cooked 2 pounds of bacon for the morning's casserole, watched a few movies, and am ready, now, to crash. midnight mass didn't happen (AGAIN! i swear, i will never get to go to church) as lacey's rockin' a pretty shitty cold, but it was still a good day. it's hard being "alone" at christmastime, but then, i'm really less alone than i've ever been. i have friends like i've never had before, and i feel pretty fucking blessed. now it's time to crash so i can get up in the morning, blast 'the messiah', cook my mum's egg casserole, clean the house, and get ready for our awesome dinner party with ashlee and the shoe-lanes!

day one hundred and forty two

long day. work ended early, after the secret santa exchange, where i scored a bottle of maker's.
then off to the bars with pretty much the whole damn office. i wish i could have stayed, as i hear there was a good deal of fun, including a fieldtrip to the porn store, but i had to go out to sheffield lake for dinner with dad, mary pat, my brothers, and mike & flynn (parents' tennants, and pretty much part of the family).
dinner was great, as was seeing the family and just spending time with them. my dad wrote a letter to us kids for christmas, and asked that we each read the part addressed to us aloud, but he started the reading with the beginning part of the letter and the part meant for my sister jennifer, not in attendance. since dad and his ex divorced, jennifer has not been a part of his life. listening to him read his thoughts to her, about how much his still loves her and thinks of her every day... listening to him choke up and start to cry - it broke my heart. and it also kind of made ME feel shitty that i have chosen to not even TRY to talk to her myself. we never really were close, except when we were very young, but when i think about the fact that i do have a sister that i really haven't spoken to since christmas probably six years ago... it kinda made me feel like garbage. and seeing my father so full of love and sadness, well i was in tears myself by the time i had to read my part of the letter. it was tough. but beautiful. and again really brought home to me the fact that i am so incredible to have not just two, but FOUR incredible, beautiful, loving parents.
but anyhow. i left sheffield sometime after ten and headed out to steveland heights for steve and marlee's "happydale is burning" party (note the theme reflected in today's picture). a year ago today, marlee's house burned down. they had a party to celebrate the anniversary. bizarre? yes. fun? absolutely. (despite being forced to sing 'grease' songs karaoke-style with my new favorite guy, mike [who ran up to me when i came in saying "you're phoebe! i'm so excited to finally meet you!" and bear-hugged me].) i got another home-made snowglobe, with a picture of me and the mav in it, and a really awesome book of art by this dude, sam brown. by the time i made it home and settled in for two and a half hours of sleep before heading off to work at 5am, i was wrecked...

day one hundred and forty one

tonight was the festivus party at ben & lisa's. i wish i hadn't been so tired, cause it was pretty funny. i tried to work my footrub magic as a means to pin the head of the household. it didn't work, but i think it made ben happy all the same. apparantly my footrubs are better than sex.

day one hundred and forty

is this week over yet?

day one hundred and thirty nine

tuesday dinner and the season finale of nip/tuck at brady's with brady, alicia, paul, and ashlee. brady made me this "carver" themed snowglobe. literally MADE it. i was fucking amazed. he is just SUCH an awesome guy. i'm so impressed and so excited.

day one hundred and thirty eight

long day of working.

day one hundred and thirty seven

was exhausted all day.

day one hundred and thirty six

me & lacey tonight at the 10th annual rockabilly holiday. the pussyfeet performed. everyone (but me [and lisa]) got hammer-timed, rocko was missed, johnny ended up bloody, lacey and her squeeze split up (but later got back together, as it should be), and i came home utterly exhausted.

day one hundred and thirty five

there was very little sleeping. there was very much puking. there is no picture.

day one hundred and thirty four

no picture today. i forgot. i worked like hell then went to see the boys from the county hell. (lot of hell...) i was gonna take a picture at the show, but the stupid house of blues is anti-camera. and by the time i got home i was feelin' a lottle goofy and just... forgot. too bad.

day one hundred and thirty three

work was a disaster today. i could not feel LESS in the holiday spirit. i'm sick and things are totally fucked around the office, but but i do have my awesome tree in my room to try to make me less grouchy. blah. blah humbug.

day one hundred and thirty two

i just spent a good hour leaving comments on lacey's pic o the day blog... even though no one comments on mine anymore. :(

day one hundred and thirty one

flippin' tired. my approximately 15 mile commute home from work today took OVER TWO HOURS!!! stupid snow.

day one hundred and thirty

sick again. god damn it! also, today was my first day back at the frame shop - helping out for the x-mas season. which means that by the time next sunday comes around, i'll have worked 13 days without a day off. ugh.

day one hundred and twenty nine

this is me laughing hysterically after daniela actually said the words "you need to tap that".

day one hundred and twenty eight

s'mores. s'mores are brilliant. i think i'm getting sick. again. my throat hurts. i need to go to sleep. i have to work at 5:30am.

day one hundred and twenty seven

i got nothin to say today.

day one hundred and twenty six

i was tired today. i took my lunch break in the form of a nap. under my desk. lacey took pictures.
i still don't know what's wrong with my car. trying to jump it proved useless.
a phone call from rocko eased my concern significantly. and dropping a key off to my local car guru, ryan, has my hopes up that he'll be able to tell me sometime tomorrow what the hell is wrong with the thing.
i need to get it working by sunday... i start my second job then.

day one hundred and twenty five

i cried at work today. a couple hours later i got a raise. not because i cried, though, but because i'm good stuff. to celebrate, i colored my hair again tonight. the red red red is on it's way back. my car wouldn't start toady when i went out to go drive over to brady's for tuesday dinner. renae was cool enough to come pick me up. there was chicken parmesan. there was nip/tuck. there was laughing. there was even a great old niagara falls snow globe from renae. there was also a trip to 80's night with the same miss renae where we talked about boys and "sammich"ed the adorable and newly single steve a couple times and learned that old spice smells nice. a long night. but a good one. now i just have to figure out what the hell is wrong with my car.

day one hundred and twenty four

i'm exhausted. my eye is all red and weird. i'm going to lay down for a while. maybe longer.

day one hundred and twenty three

it's after midnight. that makes it a new day. this is how i feel, walking back in the house after being gone a few hours. wheeeeeew. smells like paint!

day one hundred and twenty two

today lacey and i primed the basement. the whole house stinks like paint. i feel loopy. but it's gonna look sweeeet.

day one hundred and twenty one

i think my head fell off at work today.

day one hundred and twenty

not going out tonight. too tired. got the computer back. getting stuff updated. going to sleep.