I suppose the easiest thing would be to do wedding anniversary gifts by year. This also means that you’d have to know the material per year. First year’s pretty easy; it’s paper. Ronnie would probably get me something like this, because he’s a dork, and knows that I’ll probably have a witty comeback.

Of course, the folks at justpaperroses.com puts this lovely disclaimer on this product’s page.

NOTE TO HUSBANDS: if you are considering ordering just the TP from us, without paper roses too, we hope you have something romantic planned for her too – TP will get you a laugh. JustPaperRoses will get you… whatever you are looking for on your Anniversary night

TP will also get you a snarl and a trip to the dog house. Don’t do it! They have plenty of gift ideas on their site, so I’m probably gonna be looking up gifts here once it’s my time.

Funny story. I was going around posting on Lavish and Snark when I found Ashley’s site. She has a (small) content part on her site and I found this theme on it. The font wasn’t of my liking (although it did look pretty), so I went through my own personal stash of 56926329549263926 fonts ¹ to find one that I liked. I used Ardent at first, and while I like it, it just didn’t fit with the flower header thingamajig. So I tried several others and they were blah/impossible to read.

So I’m thinking and thinking…I needed something that fit, but was also readable in the process. So…this font is was. The layout called for a plugin called wp-cufon which works like TTFTitles, but doesn’t use images. I spent hours trying to figure out why I couldn’t get it to work. Until I came across this site. Used the code given and tada! It finally worked. It’s pretty cool.

Anyways, there are some stuff that I might fix, like the font size of the sidebars. But for the most part is complete, and thanks for lazy fate to find a premade layout I actually like. Does this mean that I’ll stop making my own stuff? Nah. Once I get my inspiration fully back, there will be something good. Hopefully it won’t take another year to get another one up.

So…I have learned something new today. Something that never hit me until just a few minutes ago. Something I never thought would be the case.

I’m scared shitless of Ronnie’s cat.

It’s funny. I love cats. I even pet him every once in a while to try and get over this fear. But the moment I run into him, I turn into a scaredy cat. The cat knows this. Ronnie knows this. And because of how twisted my fiancé can be, he makes it his point of existence to make sure I get a good scare every day from the kitty. Like just now, he snuck up to me, and…well this is how it went.

Babe!
(I don’t answer)
Babe!
(I still don’t answer)
Babe, look!
(I turn around and see kitty in hand)

I scream and hyperventilate. Ronnie huffs out of the room because I pretty much threw every swear word I could at him.²

I dun get it. Maybe it’s because it’s a black cat and I’d be even afraid of his shadow, but still. There is no reason why I should have jumped like that. Damn thing’s probably just as terrified of me. Oh well.

Time to get my daily dose of caffeine and play some more Zelda. Laters.

He asked me if I’ve ever carved one. Well, in my neck of the woods, we took pumpkins and put a marker to them if we wanted to design it¹. So naturally, that’s a no. So he wanted me to help carve it. But I wasn’t actually doing the carving. He wanted to give me a better job.

Separating the gunk from the seeds.

I was helping him clean out the pumpkin, and at one time I stuck my hand inside since the scooper thingy wasn’t helping too much.

Big mistake.

The moment I got it on my hands, I was like “ew, ew, ew, ew, ew” at least 5 times, then promptly went to wash my hands. I used the scooper therein (awkwardly, might I add) until a sudden bout of nausea hit me. I think the pumpkin smell was a bit much.

Granted, it was fun. But as you can see, the pumpkin won. I am not used to that. But I will say this.

Ever since I’ve moved here, I’ve experienced a lot more than I would have otherwise. sandy toes, Nagaraya cracker nuts, a plethora of new foods…and more ready access to alcohol. So this move was indeed a good idea…and very well worth it. &heart;

Why the hell are my nipples perma hard?

2. How much cash do you have on you?

On me? Like $4. Had $10 but I wanted chocolate and kool-aid.

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

More

4. Favorite planet?

Erm…my own?

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

My best guy friend.

6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

Erm, might be the OCRemix of the Zelda fairy theme. Yeah, I’m almost sure of it.

7. What shirt are you wearing?

My pajama top

8. Do you label yourself?

Labels are overrated.

9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?

Do house slippers have a brand? They’re from Vicky’s Secret

10. Bright or Dark Room?

Erm…depends on whether or not I’m having a migraine.

11. Did you do anything to celebrate John Lennon’s 70th yesterday[1.this site posted it on the 10th of October]?

I didn’t know he would be that old!

12. What does your watch look like?

Umm…it’s silver with a pink face?

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?

I was asleep (I know, asleep? At midnight?)

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

Some junk text.

15. Where is your nearest 7-11?

Walking distance from home.

16. What’s a word that you say a lot?

“Ronnie!” Because he likes to tickle me even after he gets the death gaze. He’s crazy, I tell ya!

17. Who told you he/she loved you last?

Oh, easy one. Ronnie. *blushes*

18. Last furry thing you touched?

The stuffed bear that I got as a present from Ronnie when he came to visit NY

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?

If caffeine counts as a drug, then I’ve had about 5 cups in the past three days. Otherwise, nope, never.

20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?

People still use rolls of film? o.o

21. Favorite age you have been so far?

Umm…torn between 24 and 25. Two of my turning point ages.

22. Your worst enemy?

Harpy Wraith. And my own dreams about being chased by the Mafia.

23. What is your current desktop picture (extra points if you post it.)?

I would post it but I’m kinda lazy atm. It’s basically an old manip piece I did a long time ago.

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?

“I’m trying to get something done”…take that as you may seem.

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?

The million dollars. I need to get my hair done. And Ronnie would take the wings so he can poop on heads…like my archenemy, the pigeon. Meanie! >:D

So I went to the park with the fiancé (hereafter known as Ronnie) and his nephew. I was sitting in the shade (I’m dark enough; I really don’t need a tan, and it is still 88 degrees here in October) and Ronnie told me to come over. I was like…well, here was the dialogue.

Me: But…the sand will get all over me!
Ronnie: It’s sand, babe, it’s not that bad.

Slightly relieved by that “it’s not that bad”, I walked over. I should have known better; I was wearing sandals. He was in sneakers.

OMG, I felt the sand go into my feet and between my toes and…well, here’s the rest of the convo.

Me: Ew, ew, ew!!
Ronnie: Babe, ew? It’s only sand!
Me: So? I’m not used to this shit! Ew! It’s in my toes!!!
Ronnie: (giggles)

I did that a few times and went to wipe my feet off once I got to the bench, muttering “ew” in the process.

The sand won. I don’t think I’ll be doing any parks here unless I’m wearing sneakers and 3 pairs of socks. I still have a lot to get used to while on the west coast. Like 88-degree weather in October and sand in parks. But at least Ronnie got a good laugh at that.