Home for the Holidays?

Oh, my boys (and Yan), you made my heart flutter.

Once upon a time, my very snazzy buddy Carny threw a PARTY OF DOOOOOM!!

Bumble bee tuna.

And then another (DOOM II - 2007).

Tzane: "I'm NOT part black, my hair does NOT grow into an afro."

Me: "Ummmm I have a picture of you when you were like 14 that indicates otherwise."

Tzane: "You do not."

Me: "I do too-ooooooo."

This is what I do at DOOM Parties.

And then another (DOOM III - 2008).

Cool huh?

And then another (DOOM IV - 2009).

Having arrived late and departed early, I only managed to take 1 photo for this one.

And then he got married (like a DOOM Party but we sure wouldn't name their classy wedding reception a party of DOOM - 2012).

All grown up.

AND THEN THEY DECIDED TO HAVE A PARTY OF DOOM LITE!!  -on New Year's eve 2012 (if, y'kno, we survive the 21st of course).

I thought this was pretty funny.  Source unknown.

I sadly stated on the FB event wall: "For real?! I'm going to miss a Party of Doom for the first time?! :( :(
How am I going to take embarrassing pictures from all the way over here...."

To which Carns' lovely wife Yan replied, "Boooooo! Maybe you should come back... Lol"

AND THEN!!  And then I receive a phone call today from Carns indicating that if I could get the time off, a few of them has agreed to contribute to the cost of flying me home and back.  ENTER HEART FLUTTERING HERE.

I'm tentatively scheduled to work so far, but I'll see what changes I can manage.  If I can't get NYE off, I'll come visit some time in January.  Nonetheless, I just wanted to TYPE IN CAPITAL LETTERS HOW AMAZING YOU GUYS ARE AND WHAT SMILES YOU PUT ON MY FACE!!

Berrrday

Lights of my 12-12-12:

L: "Happy birthday bitch! You are officially older than me again.  What a grandma."
Me: "What are you talking about, whenever anybody asked what tmr's dinner occasion is, I'd tell them, 'Wellll I guess cuz I'm turning 20 and allll.'  But spanx for the wishes."
L: "See turning senile already."

Had Mexican at a restaurant my Mexican roommate approved as not dawgfood.

Me: "My mom sent me a pic of a cake with a candle, did she have a cake for me without me?"
L: "She said she found it on her comp."
Me: "She looks through my pics?!"
L: "Your mom said how's it going through your pictures when it's on your comp."

My mum overbearingly loves her children, and with that comes no sense of privacy.

SMACK.
My supervisor: "What was that for?!"
Me: "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT."

In my world, doing whatever I want means being whatever age I want too (in addition to abusing my superiors).

My first birthday away from home.  I miss everybody insanely, but distance is only a physical bastard of a thing.  I'm glad my relationships with my friends and family aren't like when I was really 20, living in the same vicinity yet neglected and uncherished.

I'd been sick of pretending to be happy lately, so I endured about a month of some uber emo times.  But here are my words of wisdom after "20" years of blessings, even with my share of lemons and all:  Smile at life.

Don't pretend there's sunshine when there are rainstorms, but in those times do remember about the rainbows and prevention of droughts, forest fires and heat strokes.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"
-Matthew 25-26

A Christmastree Story

I was sitting in bed with one of those '__' faces.  Then Danicakes came home and I heard a loud thump before being asked if I wanted to decorate the new Christmas tree she just bought.  And so I dragged my bum out of bed.

What we thought was the tree stump.

Cleaning around the alleged stump.

Huh... looks like that's what was supposed to go on the bottom.

Shooting some snow so there's some outdoors AND indoors (see roof through windows).

Ms. Grinch cleaning some snow off the lights.

I think my pants might be falling down.

Leftover snow.

I forgot what this was called already.

Popcorn for the tree?  No man, for snackin while decorating.

Yeahh that's the spirit Batman, you know what it's all about.

My asian angel.

Voila.  Love the sloth around the TV.

Real friends play angry Christmas music for you when you're not feeling particularly merry.