Poll #1501161 VERY IMPORTANT HOLIDAY QUESTION
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When you eat a candy cane do you eat...

I was somewhat high on Theraflu last night when I posted these tweets:

There is another problem in this house, and that is this: CANDY CANE MASSACRES.
about 22 hours ago from web
I keep buying mroe candy canes for the tree, and they keep disappearing. I have a short list of suspects: ALL OF MY SIBLINGS.
about 22 hours ago from web
Falalalala, Family, enjoy them for now, but your reign of terror over the candy canes will soon be at an end. THIS SHIT CANNOT STAND.
about 22 hours ago from web
I really wanted to try that cherry Jelly Belly candy cane myself, too. :((((((((
about 22 hours ago from web

Then the next morning there was this:

SNOW!
about 12 hours ago from web
In the harsh light of day, the candy canes I put on the tree last night look like they were placed by a drunk toddler.
about 12 hours ago from web

So obviously candy canes are VERY IMPORTANT in my life.

Snow is pretty, y'all. Like, really, really pretty.

My family had better make some snow ice cream today, or I will be bitterly disappointed.

Or I'll just make it myself, come to think of it.

Wow, I am meeeeeedddddiiiicated.

ETA: Snow Ice Cream Recipe (from here)

Ingredients

1 gallon snow
1 cup white sugar
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
2 cups milk

Directions

When it starts to snow, place a large, clean bowl outside to collect the flakes. When full, stir in sugar and vanilla to taste, then stir in just enough milk for the desired consistency. Serve at once.

THIS IS MY CHILDHOOD.

Like half of my family has a sniffles today. Yaaaaaayyyy. And tomorrow six of us are going on a bus trip with our church. Was looking forward to it. Maybe not so much now.

Supper last night was kinda funny, too. Mom had made a new recipe, a chicken and rice dish with lots of garlic, ginger, and hot sauce. To me it was about the perfect level of spice, but some of the kids complained. (Since I moved back an brought with my jars of minced refrigerated ginger and garlic and Thai chili paste, Mom has been trying to find recipes to use them. More power to her, I say.) So everyone around the table was sniffing a lot as those lovely spices drained our sinuses. Just a lovely chorus of snuffling and sniffling and napkins wiping noses, heee heee heee.

But yeah, then I woke up this morning with lots of lovely yellow mucus and stuff to hack up. Huzzah.

If any of my basic and plus flisties would like a ten-dollar coupon to upgrade to a paid account, lemme know. I have ten.

Mmm, I should have something with lots of garlic and ginger tonight, too. Tey r gud 4 u.

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Held Together with His Hands
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Castiel, Dean, Sam
Category: Gen, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG-13
Warning: (skip) Pointless whump. Language. Mild gore.
Spoilers: 5.10
Summary: The first time Castiel's healing mojo failed to work even on himself was a shock to all of them.
Word Count: 4300
Disclaimer: This is my Father's world, but it's Kripke's playground.
Author’s Note: Thinly-veiled excuse to use my new Cas-whump icon from lastwordslinger. Not the Cas-whump idea I was talking about earlier, sorry, that'll be longer. Betaed and posted by an absolutely giddy dickensgirl.

( Held Together with His Hands )

My eleven- and ten-year-old sisters, C & H, are highly amusing to me lately. Last night I was upstairs hanging out in the living room in the evening using my netbook while they watched TV, and H was very annoyed with the contestants on Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. She kept yelling at them, all, "You are so BAD at this game!" and "WHY is he still playing this? He's so BAD."

C, though, takes a much more sympathetic approach, sighing for the poor contestants who are doing so badly. She actually got up at one point to pet the guy's face on the screen, as if in comfort. I tittered and tweeted about them.

Then, just now, I went upstairs and found them playing with several of the Nativity scenes my mom has collected. (We have maybe a dozen.) They had taken the Josephs and baby Jesuses from several sets and were playing with them on the floor. I asked them what they were doing and they looked up at me and C explained, "They're having a contest about which baby is the cutest."

"Who's winning?" I asked.

I didn't really get an answer, though, because then C bobbed the head of the Joseph she was currently holding and said in a deep, gruff voice, "Or maybe we should have a contest about whose wife is the HOTTEST."

And H's Joseph agreed, in a little squeaky voice.

I had to leave then.

You think this is hard? Trying being the Michael Sword - that's hard!

If the title doesn't sell you on it, I don't know what else to say. It's Sue. As Michael's Plan B. Spot-on, hilarious dialog.

Hey, if you guys are planning on doing any shopping online, check this out first, huh? http://shop.rainn.org/shop

Shop from there, and a portion of your total will be donated to RAINN, a very good charity, particularly close to my heart. Amazon.com is there. I'm glad I waited to shop until I saw this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jdt36HySBs

Sample lyrics:

All around the world, people drinkin' Bud.
Wiser people know that shit ain't no good.
All around the world, everywhere we go,
At every bar and every show.
People want to know "What are you drinkin'?"
Tell you what I'm thinkin'.

I met a man, he said, "From Australia I am
It's easier than you think to spot an American
They're drinkin' imposters, they always drink Fosters.
And no one in Australia can agree what beer would justify
Travelin' sixteen thousand miles." We said, "That's easy."

Cuz Pabst Blue Ribbon is the beer that keeps on givin'
If I'm drinkin' it I am winnin', if it's in my belly then I feel nice.
Pabst Blue Ribbon is the beer that keeps on givin'
For such a modest price, you get a beer that you taste twice.



I love this band.

Adorable YouTube vid of some pet rats running around and having fun. The music is perfect and it's well put-together. This vid makes me very happy every time I watch it, which is often. These rats are definitely girls--very hyper and fun-loving. My boys prefer to cuddle and veg out. (Bartleby is sleeping on me as I type this.)

I need more Shawn and Gus in my life.

And dickensgirl is still pestering me to write a crossover with Shawn Spencer and Spencer Shay (iCarly). WHICH I WANT TO DO SO BAD.

I spent pretty much all of yesterday loading programs on my new netbook and futzing with some media files. (I'm going to learn how to vid, I swear.) This was fun for Bartleby and Leo, I guess, having me lazing around on my bed all day.

They have been super cuddly ever since it got cold out. (Yesterday it was 9 degrees when I briefly left the house, BRRR.) My bedroom is in the basement and it does have an outside window, but it also has a ceiling vent. If my parents are running the furnace, it can get really super warm in here. And if they aren't, it gets coooolllddd. So my ratties like to snuggle.

They come sit next to me as I work or watch TV, nose around in my blankets until they find a comfy spot, crawl inside my shirt to sit on my boobs. And whenever they find a good spot they just sit and brux and boggle and have the best time. They seem to enjoy me messing with them, too. I'll pick them up with one hand and squish them around and squeeze them and stick my hands underneath them and wiggle my fingers and start little wrestling matches. They are mostly very pliant and content to let me squish them. ♥ The past couple of nights they've been sleeping with me, too, curled up at my back or in the crook of my elbow, or even right under my chin. It's like having very small cats with razor-sharp teeth and bitty paws.

I'm hopeful that they're starting to get along better, too. Despite my most careful efforts, the various introductions never seemed to work with these two. They're cohabiting the same small bedroom fairly well now, but it took them awhile to work up to it. But when it's so cold, they both want to cuddle with me, so I guess they are learning to tolerate each other better. Yesterday they both sat on my back at the same time, right next to each other even, which was quite exciting. :D But they still get aggressive sometimes, though I haven't seen any biting or blood recently. Leo, who is bigger, will come alongside Bartleby and bump him repeatedly with his body, which is a bad sign, and Bartleby shrieks if Leo gets too close to his face. Annoying little brats.

But I think maybe they're learning to get along. VERY HOPEFUL FOR BETTER RATTY RELATIONS IN THE FUTURE. ::fingers crossed::

::DANCE DANCE DANCE::

I checked my package tracking over at amazon and my new netbook has been delivered to my local post office!

::DANCE DANCE DANCE::

No more power issues! No more broken screen! Longer battery life! And because I bought a wireless router recently, I'll be able to use it anywhere in the house!

::DANCE DANCE DANCE::

No more being chained to this huge CRT monitor and wiggling the power cord around and holding it down with bricks to keep it in the socket! No more periodically ordering new power cords because the issue isn't the cord, it's the computer itself!

::DANCE DANCE DANCE::

No more broken keys! No more weird shift key placement! No more accidentally typing double letters (I hope)! No more being afraid to even type on this thing because the slightest jostle could make the power cord come out!

::DANCE DANCE DANCE::

Um, so yeah. In celebration, I think I'ma do a picture review of an older S5 eppy that I loved. Like perhaps 5.04, what with all the unmitigated awesome. Ooh! Or 5.03, with the ridiculous Cas cuteness. Ooh! Or 5.02, with awesome Jo and Ellen action. Ooh! Or 5.01, with Bobby being so very, very Bobby, because WOW. Or...

I'M EXCITED CAN YOU TELL?

LOL, okay, so I tried to copy-paste my friends-list to send everyone cookies but some of you don't accept v-gifts. D: So, eclecticmerger, mieronna, schmevil, spn_2008, jya_bd_cp_ttgb, honeyblack, ignescent_fic, if you'd like a cookie, change that setting and let me know, and I will send you one.

Wow, it took me like an hour to weed out those names, since they don't tell you which ones won't receive v-gifts, just that you can't add that to the cart. ::wipes forehead:: Sending free pixels over the internet is hard work!

♥ ♥ ♥

I forgot to attach a note to some of them, but suffice to say that it said that I love you, because I do.