Take the Quiz here!

Every time I take an Austen heroine quiz I get a different character. I guess it all depends on how the wind blows. It is also fitting since I really don't have a favorite. I do have my least favorites. Hands down, I do not like Fanny Price, followed by Emma, and then Catherine Morland. However, those novels have other characters that redeem it for me...except maybe Mansfield Park. I do love the fact that Mrs. Norris in Harry Potter is a tribute to Mrs. Norris in Mansfield. Little trivia fact for you if you're ever on Jeopardy or something.

I spent my Thanksgiving evening watching Persuasion; I can't get enough of that movie. Captain Wentworth's letter gets me every single time.

Anyways, take the Austen quiz (even if you've never read a word of her) and let me know who you got so that I can play at Elizabeth Bennet and judge you and then through self discovery learn that there is more to people than meets the eye.

Snowflakes

The big snowflake is finished and I did a side one free-handed. It's coming together. I have no idea what to put at the top to line it. I need to go hunt around in the fabric store. Faux-fur seems kind of cheesy to put with snowflakes so I'm at a lose.

Androgyny is A-OK by me.

A blog I follow (Style...A Work In Progress) played around with this interesting website called genderanalyzer.com.

This website apparently uses artificial intelligence (AI) to analyze whether a man or woman is the writer of a particular website. Total pouf of course, but I decided to have a go at it.

What was my result?

86% MALE! HAHA!

Ms. Domestique, confounding AI stereotypes daily and loving it.

Etsy Find!

I found this on Etsy today. I'm kind of in love with it.

Country-lite

I've never been much of a country girl except for a brief fling I had with Garth Brooks in the 2nd grade and a love of the little-known (now) Bobby Gentrie when my dad got me started on records. However, lately I've really been loving Taylor Swift.

ok...now we need some Bobby Gentrie...she's love.

My Thanksgiving Schedule:

If I disappear this week, this is why:

Monday:
Finish Children's Lit paper
Find document to collate
Find differences
Change litterboxes
Work

Tuesday:
Write Collation paper

Wednesday:
Pet-sit
Write Collation paper
Clean Steven's room
Do laundry
Work

Thursday:
Pet-sit
Wash dishes
Put up tree
Do what I didn't do Wed.

Friday:
Work
Read Wuthering Heights

Saturday:
Wait for Steven to get back

Too Much Info?

Maybe, but Steven found this picture online and it sums me up perfectly. Not to mention I thought it was hilarious, so I wanted to pass it along (even if it gives way too much detail into my personal life). I know one or two people who can relate, so maybe you can too.

Happy Holidays...early...

If you had any doubts about how large my 6 month old cat actually is...just know that he fits in a Dog's medium t-shirt designed to fit a pet 13-20 pounds. Yeah...

Surprise in the night

I woke up this morning to snow!

Great Article: Pass it along

This is a really great article about our societies shift from recyclers to wasters.Check it out at thegoodhuman.com Let's not be wasters, eh?

Weekly Peace

FIRST SNOW!

We have had flurries all morning. It isn't great snow (mostly just a tiny mixed kind), but the snow seems to be starting early this year. Does that mean we will have snow for Christmas morning? Please, oh please! I've got to warm up my vocal chords so that my "snow song" is ready for the big snow.



Snow on campus is one of my favorite things. It makes walking around so enjoyable.

I'm very glad that I went to Burlington Coat Factory while I was in Manassas this weekend and got a new warm coat. It has already come in handy.

Holiday Tradition

Steven and I have developed an interesting tradition.

Last year we bought each other one of the same Christmas presents: Dane Cook's new cd.

This year we did the same thing: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation...

Yeah, we're that special. ;)

Stocking Skeleton and Cat

So far this is what I've gotten done for Steven's stocking. That snowflake took me forever to cut out! It is actually two overlapping pieces. I have a feeling it's going to take me forever to do the bead-work too. I have all the supplies I need for it so that's a start.
This is my "smile-for-the-camera--Oliver--and-make-Mommie-happy" face. Needless to say, he wasn't impressed.

Want:

I Like:

Finola
by Naturalizer

Soft Claws

My little Oliver had quite a day today.

I have never had a cat who loves to scratch so much. Furniture, mattress, headboard, Steven, everything. He mostly does it when he feels he isn't getting enough attention. A friend at work recommended that I try soft claws because she uses them for her cats. I picked up some at Petsmart today for $5 (normally $21) because the Halloween ones were on sale.

We started off by trimming his nails which he HATES! We have to wrap him in a towel while Steven holds him down and I clip because the sound of the clippers scares him. He's so strong that I can't do it by myself anymore. He raised hell about that and then after that I had to glue these things on him using the same glue humans use for fake nails. That's basically what he has on now, black fake nails.

He cried and himmed and hawed and when we were done I just had to cry. I hate when he gets upset, but he needs to learn to stop attacking Steven and my furniture. So far he seems to be doing really well with them. He can't latch on to anything. They will stay on for 4-8 weeks and then we will have to do this again. I'm going to start doing foot exercises with him.

My poor boy... I got him a new toy today too and gave it to him after the ordeal and he went right to playing. It's a cow-print wrestling toy filled with catnip (he loves to wrestle). I know he won't be mad for long.

Reaching to the other side.

At work, "L"'s friend "L" came in tonight. She is scheduled to have a C-section next Wednesday because her daughter Maisey is breech...and today...I got to feel Maisey's head!

It totally made my day...perhaps my week...and maybe even my month!

My Stocking!

I finished my stocking and I think it turned out pretty cute. I only end up ruffling the top, but I think it turned out well. I wanted something rustic but cute and I think I got it. Steven's it going to take me a lot of time because I intend to do bead work. Yays.

Leapster: Wall-E

I know I don't have kids but that doesn't stop me from keeping up with the latest toys. Tonight Steven and I were going through the toy section at Target and we stumbled upon the Wall-E game for Leapster.

I love Leapster and I love Wall-E so automatically a great combo, but what made this game so great was the fact that it not only taught kids spelling and numbers but also taught them how to recycle! It had a whole section for sorting recyclables...how awesome is that?

Can I just have a kid already so that I can buy them toys just so that I can play with them?

I think I could listen to the Beatles all day, every day...

but wait, I already do that. I don't think more than a day has gone by since this summer that I haven't listened to the Beatles... not old yet and they haven't been since my childhood.

Vote! Vote! Vote!

(Elvgren, my favorite pin-up artist)

Tomorrow is election day and then I promise that I will leave you alone about voting for four years. Get up early and get voting, love doves. I don't want to hear any excuses that you forgot or that something came up. I will tolerate no excuses (:D). That might be a little harsh, but this is important.

I'm expecting a landslide for my candidate (day before the election and I'm finally allowing myself to feel slightly cocky...if he doesn't win I can always move to Europe), so tomorrow will be like Christmas eve where I won't sleep and I'll just have news shows playing constantly on my computer. It's like football for the socially minded. Steven has called the Electoral votes Obama 345, McCain 193. Elections are a fantasy league for peaceniks and dorks...of those two options I am both.

Since I've kept pretty neutral about all this, while really being very passionate about something and following every news-story and watching every debate and every speech since the Democratic primary (and I'm talking first Democratic debate between the like 8 original people running to be the Democratic candidate), please allow me one single remark of pure bias and extreme love: GOBAMA!

The Vagina Monologues (May contain offensive content, just FYI)

I love the Vagina Monologues. Eve Ensler is a personal hero of mine. If you haven't seen them I recommend it. Heck, get the book, perform it yourself, and give all the proceeds to a women's shelter. I've got the book and a video version and I can't get enough of it.

I had my first women's doctor exam today and it made me think of my favorite monologue: The Angry Vagina. When I had the pleasure to see this performed at William and Mary the actor used a British accent. I think it works very well for this piece so that's how I imagine it.

It's extremely vulgar, but if you can get past that, I hope you find things that you can enjoy about it.

oh, and if my vagina could talk it would say: "I am the essence" and it would wear Audrey Hepburn's beatnik outfit from Funny Face.

My Angry Vagina*
(a monologue originally written for Whoopi Goldberg)
(* In performance, this title is normally not read aloud)

My vagina's angry. It is. It's pissed off. My vagina's furious and it needs to talk. It needs to talk about all this shit. It needs to talk to you. I mean what's the deal — an army of people out there thinking up ways to torture my poor-ass, gentle loving vagina. Spending their days constructing psycho products, and nasty ideas to undermine my pussy. Vagina Motherfuckers.

All this shit they're constantly trying to shove up us, clean us up — stuff us up, make it go away. Well, my vagina's not going away. It's pissed off and it's staying right here. Like tampons — what the hell is that? A wad of dry fucking cotton stuffed up there. Why can't they find a way to subtly lubricate the tampon? As soon as my vagina sees it, it goes into shock. It says forget it. It closes up. You need to work with the vagina, introduce it to things, prepare the way. That's what foreplay's all about. You got to convince my vagina, seduce my vagina, engage my vagina's trust. You can't do that with a dry wad of fucking cotton.

Stop shoving things up me. Stop shoving and stop cleaning it up. My vagina doesn't need to be cleaned up. It smells good already. Don't try to decorate. Don't believe him when he tells you it smells like rose petals when it's supposed to smell like pussy. That's what they're doing, trying to clean it up, make it smell like bathroom spray or a garden. All those douche sprays, floral, berry, rain. I don't want my pussy to smell like berries or rain. All cleaned up like washing a fish after you cook it. I want to taste the fish. That's why I ordered it.

Then there's those exams. Who thought them up? There's got to be a better way to do those exams. Why the scary paper dress that scratches your tits and crunches when you lie down so you feel like a wad of paper someone threw away? Why the rubber gloves? Why the flashlight all up there like Nancy Drew working against gravity, why the Nazi steel stirrups, the mean cold duck lips they shove inside you? What's that? My vagina's angry about those visits. It gets defended weeks in advance. It won't go out of the house. Then you get there. Don't you hate that? "Scoot down. Relax your vagina." Why? So you can shove mean cold duck lips inside it. I don't think so.

Why can't they find some nice delicious purple velvet and wrap it around me, lay me down on some feathery cotton spread, put on some nice friendly pink or blue gloves, and rest my feet in some fur covered stirrups? Warm up the duck lips. Work with my vagina.

But no, more tortures — dry wad of fucking cotton, cold duck lips, and thong underwear. That's the worst. Thong underwear. Who thought that up? Moves around all the time, gets stuck in the back of your vagina, real crusty butt.

Vagina's supposed to be loose and wide, not held together. That's why girdles are so bad. We need to move and spread and talk and talk. Vaginas need comfort. Make something like that. Something to give them pleasure. No, of course they won't do that. Hate to see a woman having pleasure, particularly sexual pleasure. I mean make a nice pair of soft cotton underwear with a French tickler built in. Women would be coming all day long, coming in the supermarket, coming on the subway, coming happy vaginas. They wouldn't be able to stand it. Seeing all those energized, not taking shit, hot happy vaginas.

If my vagina could talk it would talk about itself like me, it would talk about other vaginas, it would do vagina impressions.

It would wear Harry Winston diamonds, no clothing, just there all draped in diamonds.

My vagina helped release a giant baby. It thought it would be doing more of that. It's not. Now, it wants to travel, doesn't want a lot of company. It wants to read and know things and get out more. It wants sex. It loves sex. It wants to go deeper. It's hungry for depth. It wants kindness. It wants change. It wants silence and freedom and gentle kisses and warm liquids and deep touch. It wants chocolate and trust and beauty. It wants to scream. It wants to stop being angry. It wants to come. It wants to want. It wants. My vagina, my vagina. Well...It wants everything.

Don't forget that tomorrow is election day!

Is it bad I'll be both sad and happy to get this over with?

Moving across country is going to be soooooo expensive. I shudder to think about it. I've started looking for rates on moving trucks and they range from $800 with Budget and $1600 with Uhaul. Uhaul automatically gives you 9 days. I only need 4-5, so no thanks Uhaul.

There are just some things I don't want to get rid of, mail, or give away and that I can't fit in my car. Come May there might be a lot of free college furniture up for grabs if any one is interested.