Last year on this day I did my very favorite post ever. This year, I give you more links to bloggers - in the form of my “New Commenter” shout-out.

Thank you all for stopping by and spending some of your precious time with me and my life.

MommyLiz from The Day My Tivo Died asks the rhetorical question we’ve all asked ourselves.

Ramblings from Life’s Alexis shares some amazing news with us.

Tom Slatin and his self-named site gives us stupid teenage tricks.

Saucy’s Bloggedy Blog Blog only missed one. What is the fear of being tagged for that meme?

Julie’s Journal’s is Jule’s baby. See what 1500 viewers saw - her wedding!

Mrs. Jelly Belly writes about health and nutrition. My guess, though, is that Red Hots, Fireballs and Hot Tamales aren’t included here.

Jess writes with the other Bond Girls, Bridge and Al. She’s thankful for toilet paper - and who can argue with that?

Kath and Margie are Soeurs du Jour. They have breathtaking photography - please go see their first post.

Little Lionness Fiona wonders. Yea, me, too. Should we try it?

Jarrard is Living the Dream While rowing to Live. We share some of the same friends. Snort.

Kat gives us her (My) Two Cents. She’s also given me an idea for a gift for Shortman.

Mommy Cracked Mandy had me laughing all morning thinking about this post. Oh My God.

Beckie from Spookiez Spot is taking the handmade challenge. Go look for crafts.

The Working Diva Ellebee muses. Just remember - Trouble? That’s nuffin.

Tamara de-stresses with stamps. All kinds of wonderful ideas for card making!

Ell, the Suburban Gypsy gives all kinds of advice. Especially good - what to say to the UPS guy.

Bolo writes here. I wish I could read Spanish. Me Congratula means “I am pleased.”

Hazard to Myself’s Aimee gives us her life story in the 21-year-old’s playlist format.

Iris Mama writes at Lulu Chronicles. She’s a single adoptive Mom to a Guatemalan baby girl.

Jodi Watson is Throwing Some Scraps Around. Know a scrapper? Check this out.

Valerie from Disorderly Conduct made this list as I was typing this post!. And Valerie? Much more Tina Fey than Tammy Faye!

—- We’re in the middle of our first snowstorm of the season. It was supposed to start snowing at 4 pm this afternoon. It started at 1:30. The original prediction was 3-5 inches before midnight. What does an extra 3 hours of snow get you? Shortman is hoping “no school”. —-

From Lys - because it’s the day before Thanksgiving and I’m putting up all of the Christmas decorations - except the tree - I hate my tree.

1. Clothes: For work? Slacks and a sweater for Fall/Winter. Slacks and dressy t-shirt for Spring/Summer. Yes, I do wear blazers when necessary. I rarely wear skirts or dresses anymore - mostly because I don’t have any that I really like. I have a couple of suits that I adore and will wear whenever I get the chance. When I get casual? Jeans. Mid-rise with a flare. Long-sleeved t-shirt. I won’t go out in my yoga pants, but I will laze around the house all day in them.
2. Furniture: Cushy - Microfiber for easy clean up for the “soft” goods. Mission-style cherry for tables. Strong colored abstracts or stylized florals or architecturally interesting wall decor.
3. Sweet: Vanilla bean ice cream with hot fudge and peanuts.
4. City: True city? Chicago. City around here? Um…we don’t have cities around here. Ann Arbor is a great town though.
5. Drink: Unleaded? Ruby Red grapefruit juice. Leaded? It varies by season. In warmer weather - Grey Goose vodka & Limeade. In cold - wine or bourbon/Coke. (But we don’t have the B&C very often because when we do, Mr. Hot talks in his sleep all night long.) Of course, seasons are interchangeable depending what I have on hand.
6. Music: Classic rock and classic R&B top the list, but give me anything bluesy with a rock beat and lots of guitar, and I’m happy
7. TV Series: Entourage. No, wait. Dream Team (BBC). True Blood. I don’t watch a lot of non-sports television, so you’ve been given my entire list of television series. I have been watching Malcolm in the Middle reruns and Scrubs in syndication. Snort.
8. Film: Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Wizard of Oz. Oh, wait…something current? The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Shawshank Redemption. Seven.
9. Workout: NOT running. Horseback riding - but I don’t have a horse anymore. ::pouting:: I do love most of The Firm videos - which are a cross between lots of aerobics and weight lifting. I like Pilates, too, and don’t do it nearly often enough.
10. Pastries: Hmmmm. I typically think “pie” when I think pastries. And I don’t eat pie. I do love those cheese filled things that show up on continental breakfast platters for early morning meetings. Do they count?
11. Coffee: Black. Lots. Or occasionally a skinny vanilla latte.

—- Now, all of you who have 3 more days of NaBloPoMo - feel free to steal this yourself. Must go find the snowman hot chocolate carafe and the Santa taper holder. —-

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The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don’t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

Hahahahahahaha. Y’all. I just like the fact that she’s up against the bar, drink in her hand, and hot boots on her feet!

—- I’ve spent a bunch of time on the phone with customer service people (no NOT computer issues again, thank goodness). And my brain died at least five thousand tiny deaths with the waiting. —-

I’m not going to be able to get out of bed tomorrow. We moved 8 LARGE piles of leaves to the garden beds for the winter. Wet leaves - did I mention that? Raked them onto tarps, dragged the tarps to the garden, dumped them, and then re-raked them to a uniform depth.

THREE hours later, we only have 3/4 of an acre worth left to do. And no more garden space - so these will be bagged. Once they’re not wet and weigh 17 tons, that is. Although if they don’t dry by next Monday - the official “last leaf pickup of the year” - I see Mr. Hot us lifting all 34,000 pounds, filling those paper “yard waste” bags, and dragging them to the curb.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~

I was dating Practice, although I wasn’t supposed to be because my parents had banned me from seeing him. It was Autumn 1983 and a friend of ours from MSU had graduated. Before she moved to Boston, we decided to have a final blowout at this local bar with cheap, cheap drinks (and, ergo, cheap, cheap alcohol). Rum and Coke was my poison of choice that night. In these skinny glasses that probably fit 6 ounces of liquid.

Which meant I drank about 18 of those suckers. Oh mah holy hell, y’all.

I DROVE home that night - certainly in the top 5 “Most Stupidest Things” I’ve done in my entire life. I crawled upstairs to my bed and passed out. I remember waking up multiple times to puke into the plastic lined trash can next to my bed. (What I don’t remember is ever cleaning that thing out, but the next morning, it was empty. Did I dream the heaving? Maybe. It sure didn’t help the way I felt.)

The worst thing, though, about the morning after? My mother coming into my room at 8 a.m., yelling at me to get my ass out of bed, and go outside to help The Golden Child. Rake and pick up leaves. Every time I bent over to pick up a pile, I thought I was going to vomit again, which would have so totally blown my cover. I finally gave up and sat on the ground, with the bag open next to me, and shoveled the leaves in with my hands.

It took me about 15 years to be able to face another Rum and Coke.

I suspect that my mother heard me the night before, surmised I was crocked off my ever-lovin’ ass, and decided that the early-morning wake-up call was just punishment.

~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~

Okay, so here’s your first chance to snicker. Please be gentle.

I’ve been on a crocheting kick lately. I finished a project I’ve been working on - well, except for a button. It’s a cropped jacket. In Navy.

This one shows the sleeves and the length:

Now, I don’t do apparel usually (Okay - so I’ve only done one other thing that is wearable.). I’m an expert at straight lines; I can crochet the hell out of an afghan, but the whole piece-it-together kinda freaks me out. I lose track of the right side vs. the wrong side vs. the upside. You can probably tell that from the raglan seams up there. I think the front of the jacket is inside out, and the back is rightside out. I’m calling this one my practice version.

—- Next up, trying to re-teach myself to knit. If following the instructions for casting on is any indication, the only thing I’m going to use those needles for is to stab myself. —-

Way to go you stupid-ass Lions.

It’s not like I really expected you to win, but it would have maybe made my weekend just a little bit better.

No one in this house has managed to NOT piss me off in the last two days.

Let’s just say Mommyhood and Marriage sometimes sucks.

—- So, that’s my second post of NaBloPoMoOhMahHolyHell. Aren’t you so thrilled I signed up this year? —-