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Per your request, I've posted some pictures of our new apartment. The pictures are nothing fancy, but you get the idea. Hope you enjoy. As for me, I'm going to bed. I'm about ready to fall asleep on you.

kitchen
office
bathroom
bedroom
matt watching tv
living room

I wish you could have seen the snowflakes last night. Moreso, I wish I could have snapped a few pictures of them. They were so beautiful - big fat snowflakes lazily falling from an overcast sky, quickly covering the ground in a matter of fifteen minutes. The snow remains today, but only because it's about 20F.

Christmas this year resides in Ohio with Matt's family. I love his family - they're great, caring, and amazing people. I'm really glad I get to spend Christmas with them. Should be a great time spent playing BaDEE!, good conversation, a little wine, food, and great company.

I wanted to let you know that I'll be thinking of you this Christmas. I hope you have a great holiday. Be safe, wear seatbelts, etc etc etc. Most importantly, though, let the people you care about know you love them. I'll be pretty scarce until Sunday, so I hope you have a good one. Happy hoho!

Hey, you. Things have been a little insane around here the last few days, hence the lack of moi being around to entertain you. Sorry 'bout that.

Good thing came of all this, though - we're finally moved into our beautiful two bedroom apartment! Well, except for a few odds and ends left at the old place. We have that apartment until Jan 31st, so there's no real hurry to gather the piddly things we don't use just yet. This apartment is even more beautiful with our stuff in it. Things aren't quite set up yet, but we're getting there. I promise you, once things are set up to my liking, I'm going to take pictures and post them. Our fireplace is the best! We haven't had a chance to make a fire yet, but hopefully we'll be able to soon. I couldn't sleep last night, with the giddy anticipation of getting everything settled here. Feels weird waking up at 3am in a room you're not familiar with, complete with unfamiliar sounds. It took me a little while to fall back asleep, but eventually did. The sound of Gatts' purrs did it, I think.

Because of this week being weird with the holiday hours coming up, my working hours have been completely jacked. Today, I worked twelve hours, tomorrow's ten, Wednesday goes down to six, and I took Thursday and Friday off to make for an incredible four day weekend. Bliss comes in the form of Ohio, which is where Matt and I are off to Wednesday afternoon. Hopefully I'll get a chance to try out my new camera! (Thank you, honey! *smoochywoochyorsomething*) Merry Christmas to me, eh?

I did something I wasn't really expecting to do tonight. After pilfering through our internal job postings at work, I came across a position I think could turn into a decent career. So, I updated the good ol' resume and applied. I guess we'll see what happens, now won't we?

Man, I can't wait to get some pictures up of our new place. Thinking about having everything set up just makes me giddy. I want to share the excitement! I promise I'll get some pics up soon. I just don't want you to see the natural disaster that is currently our living room.

So. Plans for Christmas? You goin' anywhere? I've missed you in the last week. Tell me what you've been up to.

Matt and I saw Return of the King last night. Don't worry, I'm not going to give anything away. I just want to say it was probably the most amazing movie I've ever seen. Please please please go see it. And bring Kleenex.

Matt and I will be relocating to the Village of Itasca. (Check out the link. It's got some cutie pictures of the town. You'll see what I mean when I say how perfect it is.) Let me just say how perfect this little village is. (See?) It's quiet, quaint, and perfect for what we want. Matt takes the train into the city every day for work. The train station happens to be one block from where we will be living! My job is only six miles from our new place. The price is right, we will have a wood burning fireplace that Gatts can sprawl in front of to warm her black furry belly! Hey, the previous tenants even left firewood on our balcony. How's that for a setup? There will be more pictures posted once we get everything set up over there after the holidays. In case you're wondering, our apartment is one on the second floor with the NOW LEASING sign hanging from the balcony. Guess they won't be leasing it anymore!

Alright, girlies. We always had an inkling guys can be moronic when it comes to making certain decisions. No offense, guys. We still love you. That doesn't mean you can't still be dumbass!

A study at McMaster University showed 209 male and female students pictures of folks from Hot or Not. Some were nasty, some were meow kitty. The students were then offered to win a reward. They could either accept a cheque for between $15-$35 tomorrow or one for $50-$75 at a variable point in the future. The research found that male students discounting of the future value of the reward. This indicated that they had made a rational decision. When dudes were shown pictures of hot chicks, they discounted the future value of the reward in an irrational way - they would opt for the smaller amount of money available the next day rather than wait for a much bigger reward.

Women made equally rational decisions whether they had been shown pictures of fine men or average men. Wonder why this is? Thinkin' with the other head, maybe? Women, I think, are more analytical when it comes to stuff like this.

Which historical lunatic are you?

Lemme know.

What the hell is up with DMV employees? It works something like this: You get hired on at the DMV at the age of 50. That way you're already crotchety and you like blue eyeshadow. I think they may provide training classes on how to bark instructions at the folks in line in two words or less, and point at random sections of a room that is 500 ft X 700 ft. Yes. This is how it must work.

I'd taken the written test, and I'm waiting for the guy to take my picture for my license. I hear:

DMV Dude: JENNIFER? SH-SHINDLEY? YOU! YES! COME HERE!
Me: W-
DMV Dude: ARE you Jennifer Shindley?
Me: Why, yes! I am indeed! (cut sarcasm with knife)
DMV Dude: *scowl* Yooooou haven't taken the written test yet!
Me: Hmm. Actually, I did.
DMV Dude: Oh. Well. Go sit down then.
Me: I think I shall.

I get all that mess taken care of, and step into the next room to get my license plates. A man with tatoos coming out of both sleeves proceeds to tell me that I filled out a portion of a form wrong. Homegirl with Burn Your Retinas Out red lipstick corrected him, shoved more papers at me, and told me to have a seat at the table. She smiled. The lipstick made its way to her canine. Beautiful.

I'm glad that nightmare's over. I hate the DMV. It's the only place on earth where you can be a complete and utter asshole to someone and still keep your job. I wonder if there's someone you can write to about this kind of thing? Honestly, there's no need for the attitude. I've scrubbed shit from toilet seats. I've also sat at a computer and hit enter enter enter all day. I wouldn't dream of talking to people the way they do. Why? I wouldn't have a job. Plain and simple. Perhaps it's the job security from working for the government that doesn't make them bat an eye. It's the same with U.S. Postal Services employees. The best part about all this? When you first stroll into the DMV, there's a sign at each work station:

NO PROFANITY or ATTITUDE is allowed. Should you not adhere to this, you risk being escorted out and/or arrested.

I just find that funny. Perhaps people wouldn't feel the need to throw attitude when they don't have Homegirl Stuck In The 80s who makes twice what I do ordering us about, barking commands, pointing blindly to different lines, refusing to answer questions. I mean, come on, Uncle Sam. All we want is a little common courtesy here. Why'd you have to go and dig up the 50 year old mumu wearing angry dude still pissed off about his goldfish, Lucky, dying seven years ago? Give a girl a bone here.

Slick here, on my left, had a fantasy about munchin' on a little human. Yeah, that's right. Our German friend here put an ad online for a tall slender 'little brother' type who would be willing to die so he could be consumed. Mr. X answered the ad, and as Slick promised, he tied Mr. X up, lopped off his penis, and both of them proceeded to make a little snack of it. Mr. X was then cut up into little pieces and devoured. Mr. Melwes is currently on trial for murder. I wonder if that would be a little difficult to prove. Mr. X answered the ad. He willingly seeked the guy out, and, for whatever reason, decided to help Mr. Melwes out with his fantasy. Mr. X chewed on his own man-unit, for the love of god! Is that really murder?