I wasn’t overly interested in this movie, but Dee’s work did a free midnight screening for employees and their friends. (She works for a museum that has an IMAX theater) It was cute, but totally wasn’t the movie I was expecting. Cute though. Robin Williams wasn’t super annoying as a voice actor, which was good. I mean, you knew it was him, but it wasn’t distracting (like when I found out that Meg Ryan and John Cusack were the voice actors in Anastasia). Hugh Jackman’s Elvis impersonation is scarily good.
It’s not a “must see”, but it’s not an “avoid at all cost” either.

Well, the jersey/blanket combo (see previous entry) seems to have worked. We kicked their asses, 6-1. And my goalie was in net. But I am willing to chalk it up as a fluke. After all, it was Philadelphia… (sorry Brad)

When I first started watching hockey, Charlotte told me that there are lots of traditions and superstitions in it. Some of the ones I can remember off the top of my head are:
Our goalie changing his pads in the middle of the season was a bad thing.
Charlotte must be knitting something at the game or the sharks play badly. (though it seems any handicraft will work because I sewed buttons from her seat a couple of weeks ago)
Chinese chicken salad is not hockey food and must not be consumed at the arena.
At one of my first games, I applied for a credit card solely because I’d get a free acrylic blanket with the sharks logo on it. If I don’t sleep with that blanket the night before an away game, we lose. Sometimes we lose anyway, but it can’t be blamed on me. Recently I had misplaced the blanket, and we lost two in a row. The third night, I slept in my jersey hoping it would do. We won the next 2.
Tomorrow night there’s a home game, but I’m sleeping in my jersey anyway because I’m freezing and it’s warm. I’ve also since found the blanket (it had fallen behind my headboard), and that’s under my pillow.
It might only have the power for away games, but if not… we should kick ass against the Flyers.

I’ve Never Smoked Pot
I’ve Never Kissed A Member Of The Opposite Sex
I’ve Never Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
I’ve Never Crashed A Friend’s Car
I’ve Never Been To Japan
I’ve Never Been In A Taxi
I’ve Never Been In Love
I’ve Never Had Sex In Public
I’ve Never Been Dumped
I’ve Never Done Cocaine
I’ve Never Shoplifted
I’ve Never Been Fired
I’ve Never Been In A Fist Fight
I’ve Never Had Group Intercourse
I’ve Never Snuck Out Of My Parent’s House
I’ve Never Been Tied Up
I’ve Never Regretted Having Sex With Someone
I’ve Never Been Arrested
I’ve Never Made Out With A Stranger
I’ve Never Stolen Something From My Job
I’ve Never Celebrated New Years In Time Square
I’ve Never Gone On A Blind Date
I’ve Never Lied To A Friend
I’ve Never Had A Crush On A Teacher
I’ve Never Celebrated Mardi Gras In New Orleans
I’ve Never Been To Europe
I’ve Never Skipped School
I’ve Never Slept With A Co-Worker
I’ve Never Cut Myself On Purpose
I’ve Never Had Sex At The Office
I’ve Never Been Married
I’ve Never Been Divorced
I’ve Never Had Sex With More Than One Person Within The Same Week
I’ve Never Posed Nude
I’ve Never Gotten Someone Drunk Just To Have Sex With Them
I’ve Never Killed Anyone
I’ve Never Received Scars From My Sex Partner
I’ve Never Thrown Up In A Bar
I’ve Never Purposely Set A Part Of Myself On Fire
I’ve Never Eaten Sushi
I’ve Never Been Snowboarding
I’ve Never Had Sex At A Friend’s House While They Were Throwing A Party
I’ve Never Had Sex In A Dressing Room
I’ve Never Flashed Anyone
I’ve Never Met Anyone From Online

It’s funny, I saw/talked to more of my family yesterday than I normally do in a month. Well, maybe a week, since I usually talk to my mom at least once a week. But I saw my mom yesterday, and my sister and my brother(in law) both called last night, independent of each other.
My parents are leaving for Portland tomorrow to go to a convention, then they’ll go to my sister’s in Bend on Monday. Keegan and I will be heading up there on Wednesday.
Eric (my brother in law) called to talk about me driving up there and what car was I going to be driving and the weather and all that, and then Melissa called to talk about other logistics.
And even though my family is with me on the “no Christmas before Thanksgiving thing, I’ve gotten the “what do you want for Christmas” question from both my mom and my sister. My sister works for Hollywood Video, so I usually get movies from her, but this year I’m campaigning hard for gift cards.
My dad has this whole “Clothes are not a present. Gift cards are not a present” thing, but I’m hoping I can get my parents to get past that this year, because what I really really want/need are Lane Bryant gift cards. I’ve lost some weight, my work clothes don’t fit quite right anymore, and I plan to lose more, which means I’ll be in pretty desperate need of new clothes.
I have to make my shopping lists too. I’ll be in Oregon for Black Friday and Oregon has no sales tax… WOOT!

As I mentioned the other day, I took some photos of my yearbooks since I couldn’t scan them. The resolution isn’t great, but it’s good enough to be embarrassing. ;o)

Ah, sixth grade… That wasn’t a kind year. Well, not that any of junior high was really all that kind, but still. I think I look drugged here. Check out the hair though. It’s still quite blond, with a hint of wave. Starting toward the curly-haired brunette I am today…

That’s Keegan, second from left. He was Student of the Month. They pulled him out of PE to take the pic… he’s not really a sweats-wearing kind of guy. And the second picture makes me laugh because “Hot.” is something he says a lot, and it seems he’s been saying it for a while.

I think the giant heart around his head gives it away, but this is Jason, my first love.

I had to include this because it was just too awesome. This guy had an unpronounceable last name, so we called him Razmatazz. He left after 6th grade. I think NASA wanted to study his gravity defying hair.

All the girls had a crush on this teacher. Check out what he wrote in my 7th grade yearbook: “Remember the Science Fiction Club” Yes, I was that much of a nerd.

My 8th grade yearbook went missing a long long time ago, so we move on to…

Freshman year. Oy. There is just… nothing to say about this.

My Sophomore yearbook had a printing problem and a lot of the class photos printed weird, all overexposed, so I couldn’t get a good shot of my photo from that year. But here is something else from that yearbook:

Keegan’s senior picture. And bonus, right next to him is my sister Melissa’s senior picture.

Junior year. Probably the best of my high school photos, and that’s not saying much.

And last but not least…

Senior year. They never got my choice for the photo I wanted in the yearbook, so they chose one for me. This one was the worst of the bunch, and I’ll never understand why they chose it.

Senior year I also did choir and colorguard. Our colorguard uniforms were awful. Those hats have an orange pompon on top, and our skirts were the same black and white plaid.

Lastly:

And you thought your school’s band uniforms were bad? White QTip hat, with orange tassel, Orange coat with black trim and *gold* buttons, black pants with orange stripe. They were definitely something to behold. Ana managed to rock hers in this pic though…

I was reading a post this morning on a blog I enjoy- I’d link it but it’s password protected- that was talking about children’s books. A friend had given the blogger’s daughter a bunch of books he’d never heard of, except for Tikki Tikki Tembo. Queen of the random facts that I am, I was a little too excited that I still remember Tikki Tikki Tembo’s full name.
Tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo.
But the storybook the little girl was given had a sixteen word name, and the one I remember is only 12. I racked my brain trying to see if I had forgotten part of the name, but Tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo is exactly how I remember it. So I decided to Google it, and apparently there are several diferent versions of the story, and the end of the name varies.
There is the version I remember, there is “Tikki-tikki-tembo No sa rembo Hari bari brooshki Peri pen do Hiki pon pom Nichi no miano Dom boriko” which is 20 words, “Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako” which is probably the same version with different phoenetic spellings. There is also the very different “Nikki Nikki Tembo-No So Rembo-Oo Ma Moochi-Gamma Gamma Goochi”. None of the name variations I found had 16 words though.
Anyone else remember this story? What name do you remember?

My scanner is still not usable- I still can’t find my cords- so I took pictures of my old yearbooks so I could post funny pictures. They came out okay I suppose. I’ll post them as soon as I’m done editing them all. Until then I’ll give you this:

Any guesses? Not that it was hard, but Brad got it right. It’s Keegan, circa 1987. Told ya we’ve known each other a long time. He remembers me from junior high, but I don’t remember him til high school. Obviously he’s right though, since he signed my 6th grade yearbook.

My housmate is making a lot of noise in the next room. Rattling his doorknob like crazy, and then scraping against the wall… wtf?? It’s late, what the heck is he doing to make that kind of noise?
Don’t answer that.

So, I’ve mentioned a few times that I’ve been doing a lot of sewing recently. It’s for an SCA thing tomorrow. Here is what I’ve been working so hard on:

Each of those is about 1/4 inch in diameter, and started out as a 1.5 inch square of fabric. I made about 80 of those, and sewed about that many on to varios peoples’ outfits.
And now, with one minute to spare getting this post up, I’ve got to go finish my own outfit…