Good Riddance to a Bad Year

2008 will go down in the Daisy history books as one of the most blah years ever. I would do a review, but sadly, I remember so little of it. Is this what happens when one gets old, or has the year really been that meh?

Most memorable personal event: The trip to Pittsburgh where I finally ate a Primanti Brothers Sandwich and saw a teeny tiny miniature Gary Allan from a 200 yards away with no jumbotron. I also got cheese tots from a Pennsylvania Sonic after the concert and found out that Sonic bags are NOT invincible when it comes to my friend Jen's puke (damn that last fake Long Island Iced Tea!).

Oh, and did I mention that I WROTE A FREAKIN' CRAPTASTIC NOVEL THIS YEAR (to be edited in 2009)?

Farewell, 2008. You were a boring yet stressful year that has been a bitch to most everyone I know. The only good thing that arose triumphantly from your reign is President Barack Obama. Okay, so maybe 2008 won't fad into obscurity for that reason alone.

Tonight, I shall celebrate the upcoming new year by chowing down on homemade calzones and rockin' out with my two favorite people in the world. That probably sounds pretty boring to most, but I'm kinda looking forward to it!

Here's to a more hopeful, positive, and fortunate New Year to all my friends. *champagne flute clink*

You Know What's Wrong With America?

Me. That's right. I'm a selfish, want-it-now, stereotypical greedy American.

I want Rock Band. After playing it at my dad's house over Xmas, I want one of my own. Mr. D went all over NW Arkansas looking for it and nowhere has it (not even the Evil Empire) though various websites said they had it in stock. So what do I do? I go on Amazon, buy it, choose 1-day shipping, and pay $25 more than I would if I could just wait until Best Buy receives another shipment (though the guy at the store told Mr. D he didn't know when that will be).

So yes, I will be able to rock out over the 4 day weekend, but I'm not going to feel good about it...

Can I interest you in a latke?

I can't believe I hadn't seen this before tonight. Colbert and Stewart, hilarity as usual!

The Colbert ReportMon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c

A Colbert Christmas: Jon Stewart

Colbert at Christmas
Colbert Christmas DVD

Green Screen
Bill O'Reilly Interview

But *I* Wanted to Be the Baby Mama!

So, it looks like my stalkee has gone off and sperminated his wife without even asking my permission. *sigh*

From his MySpace blog:

Also my wife and I are having a little Posehn in June, we are fucking insane with anticipation. We got to see the sonograms and he already has a beard and glasses. That's normal, right?

I'm just... just... so sad now. I mean, I always thought that he could knock me up one day, but his wife beat me to it. That's okay. Maybe when we leave our respective spouses, they'll get custody of the kids and we can be rockin' weekend parents.

In his blog, he says there's also a lot more to come from the Posehn front in 2009, including a new comedy album, some new songs (a la "Metal by Numbers"), and some mystery project. He also supposedly has booked some Dallas tour dates, and given the pending Daisy Family move, seeing him live is an actual possibility!

But now I'm off to go down some Full Moons and gorge myself with Xmas tree brownies to drown my sorrows... Damn you Brian Posehn, you sexy funnyman, you!

Must... eat... Indian... treats...

Along with the new IRL friendship has come a new taste for Indian food. I have loved everything she has made for me so far, though I can remember the names of nothing. First there were these amazing chicken skewer things which were infused with cheese and deliciousness. Then there was this of chicken spicy hot gravy something, eaten with pita bread, that totally rocked my socks. Last time I was with her, she fixed traditional vegetarian fare with spicy veggie rice, fried bread and veggies, lentils, and potatoes. A and her husband visited us over this weekend, and she brought me a dessert made with carrots, raisins, and nuts that would destroy Chick-fil-A's carrot raisin salad in a battle of the carrot sides. But the most amazing delight she has introduced me to so far is Soan Papdi. Sweet mother of Vishnu this stuff is heavenly (btw, I'm not even sure if the god Vishnu had a mother, but if he did, she would have fed him this stuff as a child).



It's flaky, it's sweet, and I have no idea what it is. Pastry? Could be. Candy? Sure! Cookie? Perhaps. Either way, all I know is that this is one of my favorite confections of all time, and I will now crave it for the rest of my life. I'm set to take my first trip to the Indian Grocery Store in Bentonville sometime this week, where I may just completely buy out their supply of this stuff so that I can introduce it to my family and encourage the addiction to this manna from the gods. Either that or I'll keep it all to eat throughout the year (or week) and say that it's my gift from Santa.

I'm Dreaming of Green Christmas

I have decided that this is the year I will purge my extensive gift bag collection. Rather than going out and buying new wrapping paper or new bags, I will use whatever I have in my bins in the garage. Mind you, most of these are from Little D's baby shower, and there is no way that the people I know will have enough children for me to use them appropriately. So it's all about recycling this year and using what I already have!

But really, I think it'll be just damn funny to see my brother open a "Happy Graduation Class of 2000!" bag on Christmas 2008 to get to his gift. When one leads a life as boring as mine, it's the little things that can make her smile!

You see this icon?

Yeah, that's as good as it's gonna get this year. It's only December 4, and evidently I'm the only person in this WORLD (it seems) who has not already thrown up a fake pre-lit tree in my living room and who has not already increased the credit card debt with gifts that no one really needs.

I am SO not feeling Xmas this year.

Maybe it's the shiteous economy. Maybe it's the fact that this year the holiday is directly tied to one of my best friends in the world leaving for Iraq. Maybe it's because I have a 3 year old who does not understand the concept of giving rather than receiving (which is normal at this age, I'm told). Maybe it's because it's cold, but not DECEMBER cold--just that in-between annoying cold. Maybe it's because I feel like something is missing, though I can't for the life of me figure out what. Maybe I'm just going through a post NaNoWriMo depression and everything seems meh. Maybe it's because Mame's Xmassy blogs are more entertaining than the holiday itself, so no matter what happens on December 25, it will pale in comparison to her hilarity.

So, to get me out of this funk, tomorrow I'll go grab a "Santa for a Senior" ornament at the mall. Buying a few gifts for a senior citizen is my favorite part of the season. Then I'll head to Target and Toys R Us in hopes that gift inspiration will hit me and that I can find something for the kiddos and the parents. Santa is bringing Little D a Gummerella (Cinderella) dress, a singing Barbie, and a board game of some kind. Santa has decided he will not be going overboard on gifts this year, as the child already has more toys than she could possibly need. Later, I'll get online to find a crass t-shirt for my step dad. I find myself leaning towards the one that says "Shut the fuck up and drink your beer." Then, maybe, if I have the energy, I'll drag the decorative crap out of the garage to give the house a little more yuletide feel.

As far as my wishes, Really, all I want from Santa is transfer paperwork stationing us in Oklahoma City. It's cheap, easy for the reindeer to haul, and it would make me more happy than the Kerry Von Erich shirt I got when I was 10.