My brain is so powerful that it remembers the one time I got car sick from knitting in it and now when I try to knit or crochet (anywhere!), I get nauseated. My brain is an asshole. Still, I managed to almost finish crocheting a cute little beret – purple, not raspberry! – that I will probably never wear anywhere. I’ve not finished it yet. I want to not throw up right now. I wish I were kidding. I’m really not: Needlecraft makes me sick.

In other sicknesses, still sniffly and nose-itchy, so no festivities for me. Curt (the old battle-mace) and I have spent a quiet evening watching MSNBC’s mildly inappropriate “To Catch A Predator” marathon (I mean, we’re watching it, but it’s very strange to have a pedophile-catching marathon on New Year’s Eve, huh?).

Curt turned his pretty green eyes towards me tonight, told me it was the best year of his life, and kissed my hand – the one with our engagement ring on it.

That pretty much sums up the last year for me, too. ;)

Here’s my 43 Things list, tailor-made for 2008. Happy New Year, monkeys. Much love to you all!

(PS – the 3 happy things are permanently nixed, but the photos are still going. Just need to catch up – hopefully tomorrow or the next few weekends!)

(PPS – I know it’s crazy, but I sort of want to see the Dungeon Siege movie. What! It was a good game…)

The other day, Ai asked us what the deal with Josh Groban is – why is he so popular, why is he selling so many CDs? I used to be a Groban fan. I used to think he was cute. I now think he is tainted. Tainted with his weird, Oprah-blessed success. So now, whenever I look at the kid, I think, “That guy’s gotta be the biggest asshole ever.”

I wonder if he’s a skirtchaser. I wonder, are there little Joshie Grobanitos out there?

This assessment may not be entirely fair, but there’s a much better chance of it being right on than off! Poo, man. Why does money make people assholes so often?

I didn’t take any nighttime cold medicine before going to bed tonight, so here I am at 4:28, wide awake and watching another Bette Davis movie, Mr. Skeffington, from my raft of new Bette Davis movies given me by the Burdettes and my little brother.

I love old black and whites. Something infinitely soothing in their funny little plots and their funny little characters. Anyway, off to bed to try to sleep again. The laptop is dying. /wave

Christmas was a lovely time! Everything was great – except I am still sick and all I can do is daydream about crawling into our warm bed and napping for…ever.

There’s more to do, and more to be blogged about, but I’m so tired and it’s only 1:36. Curt’s got some harebrained idea of taking us out to some loud concert tonight, during which I can imagine I will be sitting outside, huddled up in a corner by a plant for warmth, soothing my frayed nerves by reading The Zombie Survival Guide I got for Christmas.

If I weren’t broke, I’d totally have a zombie survival kit. You just never know.

Top two events of 2008:

1. Our wedding. Because Curt and I are special.
2. Resident Evil: Degeneration. Because Claire Redfield kicks ass.

:)

I have the most brilliant idea for the wedding, and it’s all thanks to this fellow here:

See, about a year and a half ago, I attended a murder mystery live action role playing thing in Big Bear. The host of the evening had rented out a mansion in Big Bear to accomodate the people there for the event. While looking for venues tonight, and despairing slightly over the massive amounts of planning and fussing it would take considering the small number of people we’re planning on inviting to the wedding, I ran across a similar rental website, and it’s perfect! It’ll be a snug house party, with plenty to keep people occupied, and very informal, which I love. There’ll also be tons to do nearby, since it’s Big Bear, AND we’ll be able to stick to our budget, since we can spend everything after the rental fee on yummy foods to feed everyone!

If this works out, I’ll be totally stoked. It feels more like our personality than a big, formal wedding – plus, now I can have activities. ACTIVITIES.

BAHAHAHA!