It’s been a few weeks since Amy tossed the box in the mail but it’s finally arrived!  I can’t wait to crack open the box and share the wealth.  In honour of this festive occassion, I’m changing my header graphic.  And maybe later I’ll take pictures of the box occupants.  *yippee*

I haven’t had time to upload the final colour scheme for the blog (thanks Luna) but I’m sure it’ll knock everyone’s socks off when I do have a chance to use it. In the meantime, I’m back in my basement – but sticking with the brown theme cause it’s just so darn shiny! – attempting to finish my paper before tomorrow. It’s 90% complete. I’m just struggling with establishing my own definition for personality and the subsequent justification for my interpretation. Bah!

Last night I took the evening off in order to head to the bar and watch the Oiler’s pay-per-view. Having never seen a hockey game on PPV before I’m ashamed to admit that it took me an entire period to notice that there are no commercials shown during a PPV game. Not that the lack of commercials made the game any better. The Oil got their panties smacked and I have a feeling we won’t be repeating our dreamlike 2006 run for Sir Stanley’s Cup.

I’ve also clued into the fact that I’m heading home to my mom’s in only a few short days. The trip has been planned for weeks but it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re madly typing away on papers and assignments. Mom got rid of her dsl connection years ago so I’ll be limited to dial-up access while I’m away. I’ll also be working on my final paper for my History class so I may not have a lot of opportunities to blog while I’m gone. We’ll have to play it by ear. If the news reports are correct you can expect to see me break out my blue theme while I’m away. Rumour has it there is still a tonne of snow out on the east coast!

Upperdate: 9pm and the paper is finished. Can I have a cookie now?

Nathan Fillion sent a call out to the members of a strange race Serenify flans (aka browncoats) asking for our help in impacting a viral-social voting experience.  Except, he used cooler words:

“Ladies and gentlemen of the Interweb. Help a sweet lady out? I’m currently working alongside Felicia Day. Many of you know her as a Potential Slayer. I know her as Penny (you’ll find out soon!). 

Tiny, talented, and tenacious. She’s put together a show, and if we all go take a looky and vote for her, she’ll be so much happier and stop slapping me around on set. Tiny slaps. From tiny hands…”

So, go check out The Guild episodes and then toddle over to the Yahoo! Video Awards and vote!

Go.  Watch.  Giggle.  Vote.  My work here is done.

Good morning. My name is She and I’m addicted to brads and eyelets.

My addiction has now progressed to the stage that my simple storage system has become woefully inadequate to house my purchases and I must go shopping to find a larger fishing tackle box (all crafter’s know these make the best small item storage bins). My current Plano 4 x 3650 Series System (no, I didn’t pay that much for it) is packed to the gills and I’ve no where to add the 20 new sets of brads and eyelets I’ve purchased over the past few weeks.

While I’m busy confessing my sins I need to follow appropriate Canadian behaviour and find someone to blame for my addiction. I am but an innocent victim of circumstances. It’s all Robin’s fault.

On my travels I’ve collected a lot of really cool stuff. Ticket stubs, notices from hotels relating to ongoing polical coups, newspaper articles about natural disasters I’ve lived though, and the like. Despite have a tonne of cool pictures I could never really see myself scrapbooking. I tried, but I’m just not crafty enough to manage it. Then Robin introduced me to altered art. With altered art came a use for all the cool brads and eyelets I’ve seen in stores. I purchase interesting onces in bulk bins for a nickle a piece. I have a hard time bypassing dollar stores when I know they have packages of brads on sale for a dollar. I find themes that match the brads and put together concept books and fill them with interesting brads I’ve picked up along the way. Then, I keep an eye out for even more interesting brads to add to my collection.

My addiction is facilitated by my access to a monthly allowance (who knew household budgets could be so interesting and useful) and a husband who lets me fill tackle boxes with odds and ends. I am an innocent victim of circumstances and shiney metal objects.

I think I’m in need of an intervention.

The Oil got their panties spanked by the Flames last night (4-0) and the best part of the game for Oilers’ fans was possibly the TimBits game held during the intermission. Rolly took a beating and Kip was on fire. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a goalie that hot. I guess I should be watching more games outside of Oil country…

Third period saw Rolly pulled in favour of Jussi and a boatload of fights. Tensions always run high between these two teams.

After the game there were a few fights amongst the fans. Of course, the hubby in his infinite wisdom, decided that he needed to step between two combatants and break up one of the fights. What made him step between two drunken men battling it out? Too much time spent on Peacekeeping missions I’d guess. He tells a different story. According to el hubster, he says you can tell who the victim is, who the aggressor is, how they’ll react to a stranger stepping into the mix within 30 seconds. Like poker, if you can’t tell who the sucker (or victim) is, it’s you.

Considering all the stabbings and shootings that have happened in the city over the past year, I really wasn’t impressed. Worried for his safety would better describe my state of mind.

And now, it’s time to do some laundry and work on packing my bags.

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