A friend of mine posted a link to this amazing, horrible, non-worksafe, sick, depraved, wonderful, terrible monstrosity this morning.
I may never drink egg nog again.
One thing I love about my little family is that we're all into doing these nice little gestures for each other. It's just little stuff, like for example, Missy will put the space heater on in the bathroom if she goes in there before I get up, to warm up the floor.
My sister-in-law Marybeth's been away for a month for work, and while she was away I lured Missy into one of my newer addictions, Bonchon chicken. (It's this Korean fried chicken that's unlike anything else I've ever had. It's crunchy yet sweet. It's so damn good.) We've been waiting for Marybeth to get back so we could have her try it.
Which we did, lat night. She loved it. Then she surprised me, with a six-pack of Asahi, a Japanese beer.
I love Asahi!
Sadly, she gave me the beer after we had the chicken. I told her that it would have been amazing together.
Looks like we may have to have a do-over.
Well, darn.
Feelings are complicated.
Sometimes it's hard to find words for them, understand your own feelings, or share them with someone else.
This morning I stumbled across a tool that helps with that. It's an iOS app called Cove. Cove helps you create mood music that describes through sound, what you feel inside. You place rocks in water, in layers, and it creates the sound of how you feel.
It's really neat. I spent a few minutes playing with it this morning, and created this:
I have a few friends who struggle to express some very complex feelings that I'm going to recommend this to. If you think you're one of them, you're right.
In the past year or so, my friend Moliére has really become one of my closest friends. We talk fairly constantly, about our lives, our feelings, our plans, hopes and dreams. He's a wonderful guy.
He's come down to visit me and go to the munch, and even hang out at The Crucible together.
That stopped when he moved from the east coast to Colorado, sadly.
Then he decided to move to Fiji.
Yes, Fiji - the island nation on the other side of the planet.
Ironically, the father away he moves, the closer we seem to get. We Skype constantly, and we're even starting an amazing web project together. Now Fiji is between 16 and 20 hours ahead of my time here in Washington, DC, depending on daylight savings time.
That can be tough to keep track of. But luckily, my clever friend found a good solution. It's this little app called Mach Clock, that shows the time in various cities, in a little window that stays open on your desktop.
It's very handy. It makes it very easy for me to see just what time it is where he is. Not that I'm going to tell him that just now, seeing as it's about 1:30 in the morning there.
Sunday morning Missy and I lay in bed together, just relaxing. I do love a morning cuddle or three, so I moved into pre-hugging position and prepared to pounce on her.
Only to be denied by Yang, our boy cat. He decided it was his turn for Missy love, and plopped himself down on her side, putting his paws protectively and possessively by her face.
You can't tell in the picture, but he had woken her up while he oh-so-not-delicately plopped himself on her. (To be fair, I too have woken her up when I oh-so-not-delicately have done the same.) She's got this wry little grin on her face as she pretends to sleep, just to let Yang have his moment of victory.
I love these little moments.