Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

Top favorite disneyland rides.
(In no particular order):
California Screamin'
Tower of Terror
Muppet Show
Peter Pan
Indiana Jones

List to be continued

I have slowly been coming to terms with the fact that I am a cartoon character.
I wear the same set of clothes for days (weeks) on end, my hair changes dramatically for no reason, I have crazy adventures, I have an arch nemesis, irrational quirks and nuerosis, I don't age, and my friends are ridiculous enough that you would think nobody like that really exists.
These are the main points that lead me to believe that I am indeed a cartoon being written for someone elses enjoyment. But with nudity and lots of cursing. And long stretches of boredom.
I require a talking animal.

So. First three hours in disney land are great. The question is now what do I do with the next four that I'm awake for now that everyone is asleep. Hee.
No, I'm really really glad and grateful to be here. This is amazing.
I'm touched.

We have decided that mr roboto is all about dis vibrator.

Matt: is it cool that I look in your bag? I don't wanna whip out anyones vibrator.
Di: matt!! Niece! 12!
Matt: erm, I mean...
Abel: dildo?
Di: samantha!!
Abel: marital aid?
Di: samantha!!
Abel: electric boyfriend?
Matt: *busts up laughing*
Di: *reaches back to hit me*
Julie: *turns on the radio. Domo arigato mr roboto*
Matt and abel: *crack up again*

Thank you very much mr roboto for helping me escape to where I needed to.
Iv got a secret, I have a secret.

Listen to the lyrics again some time. Hahah! Win!

-Abel

Dear Car In Front Of Us,

I realize that you think you're super cool, with the cb radio and police interceptior/persuit vehicle liscense plate holder and the the fact all your windows are tinted on a shitty black ford. I realize you're going for 'intimidating', but when your vanity plate reads "DEEPCVR", it makes me giggle at you.
The only way Adam Baldwin would be more proud of you would be if it were a crown vic.

Sincerely,
Abel.

Abel: who's in the super bowl this year?
Diem: no clue. I think the vikes made it actually.
Abel: we make it there a lot, we just never win it. Who's the other team? Saints?
Diem: no clue.
Abel: neither do I, I'm just recalling from people's status effects.
Diem: ... ... Oh honey...
Abel: *shock*
Diem: yes, yes you just said that.
Abel: I do not play too many video games!!!

Abel: the guys at work are going to be confused what you brought for lunch.
Diem: yep. What's that? I dunno. Stiglitz.
Abel: ...no dear. Strudle. Stiglitz is the nazi deserter super hero.

So, now that the holidays are officially over and Bear is taking down his holiday lights, Diem obviously needs something else to occupy his time. Because he is a bubbling crock pot of masculinity and must get those urges out in some manner, lest he explode!

But in all seriousness, Diem found the perfect project for us.

One day, driving into our parking lot, there was this sad little table sitting on the corner in front of the office. It was obviously abandoned to whoever would give it a home, but due to some rough handling, upon further examination, it proved to be missing a large middle portion where (presumably) a piece of glass sat. Two days in the hot Nevada sun and being handled with life, the varnish was peeling, it was rather rough and the little wheels underneath it were busted off.

POOR TABLE!

Well, our little apartment is rather full, especially with the inclusion of our friend Brian's ferrets; The Great JinJin Tititi Hoo Choo, Private Citizen and Baron Reginald Von Ziggenfaust III. Who we adore and our cat abhors. REGARDLESS! Of course we take this little table into our home and decide that we're going to fix it.

Not only are we going to fix it. We are going to improve it! BOOYAH!

But, first things first, we need to get the remnants of that varnish off of it.

So, we talk to our lovely Julie to see if she has a power sander. No such luck (But a great thing to keep in mind for her birthday). Lo and behold, though! Bear has not one, but two of them, so we can work on it in tandem.

Bear. My Hero.

The following is a visual representation of our struggle sanding down this table.



Before



After


Before


After






I felt so bad for our neighbors, but oh well! It's finished now! At least all the noisy parts are. We decided not to sand down the middle part just because it would take entirely too much time and effort and it wasn't in that bad a shape to begin with. Everything else is getting a rehaul, though!

Diem felt incredibly manly. Earlier in the day he went over to Dix's house and helped fix his bed. Then got to come home and play with power tools with me! YAY!

Next step: stain, varnish and paint. We discovered that the edge of the bottom piece had a wood-grain sticker on it and has some composite board beneath it. UGH! So we're going to paint it. It's just the edge. It's okay. It'll be fun!

-Abel

After weeks and weeks of Diem going over to help Bear with his Xmas light project, and enjoying his gift to all of Vegas, the lights are coming down. *SIGH*

Ah well. It's a wonderful thing to see. I took Brian, Di and Andie all to see the lights on new years eve. It was actually kind of funny because we drove up and I realized...the lights aren't on. And I don't have Bear or Cyndee's numbers!

I texted Diem (At work) and he was going to call Bear, when this girl walks outside. ACK! I run out of the van (Because strange people sitting outside a van doesn't look odd) and say hi! You...must be Melissa?

Yes! Bear and Cyndee's daughter! The one who was all jealous of our mad lefse skills.

Well eventually we all got out of the car, Cyndee came out and said hi, gave me her number, and turned on the lights. We also got to see the inside village (which I'd seen before, but it's seriously the most impressive winter village I've ever seen and I knew the others would get a kick out of it).

Observe!






Isn't that amazing? The pictures really don't do it justice, the video is so much better because you can see the movement and hear the music.

It just astounds me when someone is so taken by the spirit of any holiday to do things like that. In honesty, it reminds me of my Mama and her halloween decorations and the joy and happiness and fun that it always brings about.

JOY!

Abel