Mary Did You Know..?<TITLE></HEAD> <BODY BGCOLOR="darkred" TEXT="white"LINK="white" VLINK="white"> <P><A HREF="http://www.pitas.com/"><img src="http://images.diaryland.com/pitas/genericpitas.gif" ALT="Pitas.com!" WIDTH="97" HEIGHT="26" BORDER="0"></A></P> <CENTER> <TABLE CELLPADDING=10 CELLSPACING=0 BGCOLOR="darkred"> <TD> <P><H1>Santa Baby...</H1></P> </TD></TABLE> <CENTER> <TABLE CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0 BGCOLOR="black"> <TD> <TABLE CELLPADDING=10 CELLSPACING=0 BGCOLOR="darkred"> <TD WIDTH=100 VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR="darkred"> <P> <A HREF="http://pitas.com/">pitas</A><BR> <A HREF="http://hotbot.com/">hotbot</A><BR> <A HREF="http://yahoo.com/">yahoo</A><BR> <A HREF="http://benicetobears.com/">benicetobears</A><BR> </P> </TD>  <TD WIDTH=400 VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR="green"> <P><A HREF="Thursday, December 26, 2002">12:36 p.m.</A><BR> DATE: December 26, 2002 <br> TIME: 12:36PM <br> LISTENING TO: FOTR Soundtrack (recieved from my wonderful sister for Christmas. GLEE! I love you, Bek!) <br> <br> Thanks to the planning by her wonderful father, our heroine is saved from the horrific, mentally and emotionally scarring trip to KC in exchange for spending the day at Father's place of employment and surfing the net all day. <br> <br> (If you think I'm going to complain to that, you've got another Think coming, ya bum. I mean, get real. Sure, I don't have AIM or anything else, but I can drown myself in the glorious oblivian of listening to LOTR (god, I love this ST! More love vibes to Bek!) and reading crazy goofy TCat and Reboot fanfics, while also getting all the Dew I can drink, provided it doesn't ammount to more than what is in the vending machines. Life is good.) <br> <br> Saddly, our heroine must look down the path into the future where she will be thus exposed to family and screaming younger cousins and an annoying, chauvanistic elder. Our heroine looks at the clock, and vows to enjoy these last moments of freedom before being brought before the will of The Family. <br> <br> The Family. Ominous yet comforting. Ok, scratch the comforting. Our Heroine forces herself not to go into convulsions at the mere thought of said confrontation. Afterall, with four CDs and a slew of fantasy books to keep her from the painful realities of the cruel cruel world, what could go wrong? What indeed? <br> <br> TO BE CONTINUED</P> <P><A HREF="Wednesday, December 25, 2002">06:19 p.m.</A><BR> DATE: December 25, 2002 <br> TIME: 6:19PM <br> <br> Merry merry and Happy happy! <br> <br> I know this sounds horribly selfish, but here's the rundown of events (in other words, here's what I got( <br> <br> I got LOTR soundtrack, LOTR desk calendar, CDs, Rapunzel Barbie dolls (to be kept in the boxes as collectors items),The Dragon Chronicles (it's a book), clothes (I got a Kaftan! glee!) A Jewelery box, an M&M dispenser, Aroma Therapy stuff, A book about the Faery realms, A Bumble the Abominable Snowman woobley head, and some Emerald Jewelery. <br> <br> Not bad. Oh! And I got a glass chess set! Like the one in X-Men. <br> <br> Funness. <br> <br> See, I told Santa I'd been good. Glad he believed me. <br> <br> time to go! going to go watch FOTR. (If you don't know what FOTR is you've been living under a friggen ROCK!) <br> <br> Oh yeah, I'll be out of town till sunday, visiting my mother's family. ::shudder:: I'll give you all the gory details when I get back on sunday. TTFN!</P> <P><A HREF="Wednesday, December 18, 2002">12:30 p.m.</A><BR> DATE: December 18, 2002 <br> TIME: 12:30PM <br> LISTENING TO: Oldies, Elvis with the Jordanaires, "Here Comes Santa Clause" <br> <br> ::Is buried under a mass of wrapping paper, tied in tape, and gagged with a curling ribbon and topped with a shiney bow:: Mmph mmooph mmeph meh maphte Mmphmuff.... <br> <br> ::breaks free and kicks the wrapping paper while ripping off the ribbon:: As I said, I could learn to hate Christmas. <br> <br> And Santa, if you're reading this, I have been good. I have yet to cuss out any customers or kill anyone. But there's still a few days till Christmas. Give me time.</P> <P><A HREF="Sunday, December 15, 2002">09:45 p.m.</A><BR> DATE: December 15, 2002 <br> TIME: 9:45PM <br> LISTENING TO: Newsboys, The Hits CD <br> <br> Jo was here this weekend! YAY! We had fun, and watched horror flicks on friday (in honour of the 13th)and then on saturday after I got off work we went and got her hair cut (her BDay gift from me) and went shopping. It was a good weekend. <br> <br> To those of you who don't know, Jo is one my best friends, tied with Lisa for closness to me. <br> <br> And Lisa's coming up next weekend! ::insert giddy squeals here:: And LOTR comes out on wednesday! ::More squealing:: And I got Care Bear PJs! Andandandand... <br> <br> ::clears throat:: Pardon. But it's shaping up to be a good time in the coming weeks. <br> <br> And with that, I leave you. TTFN! <br> <br> K</P> <P><A HREF="Thursday, December 12, 2002">10:42 p.m.</A><BR> DATE: Thursday, December 12, 2002 <br> TIME: 10:45PM <br> LISTENING TO: Newsboys: The Hits <br> <br> AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! <br> <br> Ok, Now that that's out of my system. Work is evil. It sucks, and I hate customers. Ok, maybe not hate, but severely dislike. <br> <br> I swear, I did not have time to breathe tonight! It was one bitchy customer after another, and somewhere in between I managed to get engraving done. It was hell. And I get to do it again tomorrow morning. Joy! <br> <br> Note the sarcasm dripping onto the floor. <br> <br> In other news: How can you get fired from a vollunteer position? This has been bugging me all night. Basically, last weekend I was "let go" from my position as Techie in the childrens ministry at church. Which means I'm stuck in "Big Church" from now on until I get another ministry that can take me out of it. <br> <br> And I just love the way I was fired too. "We don't need you anymore. You can just go on over to regular church and we'll get you if we need you." Said in the most patronizing way ever invented. Like I was five years old. I'm 18 people! An adult! I know you've all known me since I was a little, but can we please notice that I have grown up. I am a woman now, not a little girl. I would like to be treated as such. <br> <br> Maybe if I go away for a bit they'll realize "Hey! She's a grown up now!" either that or get married and have a kid... No, no, no. Not happening. Thank you, but no. My marriage options right now are less than desireable (see Ex-boyfriend)and I wanna finish school anyway. So, that leaves going away. Ok, cool. <br> <br> Now, were am I gonna go to college? <br> <br> Blah, anyway. Now that I have bored you all to death (yes, all two of you who have been coming here since it's birth last night) I am going to go, watch The Nanny, and take a hot hot bath. <br> <br> Buh-bye! <br> <br> K</P> <P><A HREF="Wednesday, December 11, 2002">08:22 p.m.</A><BR> DATE: December 11, 2002 <br> TIME: 8:22PM <br> LISTENING TO: Nothing <br> <br> Hola, everyone! This is me! I have a new Pita's Blog! YAY me! (Ok, Lis, now go add me to the V.I.P. section. No, not later. Now. Do it, now. Good girl. >=) ) <br> <br> So, what is going on in my life? Well, I try to do as little as possible, and I'm always on the computer. You will probably see at the very least weekly updates on my happy little pagey-thingy. Woo. <br> <br> A little about me? You really wanna know? Well then, go to the "About me" Section. Duh. <br> <br> As far as it goes, school is out for Christmas, and Holiday shoppers suck. Yes this means you. If you call me at work an ask me how much personalization is, don't come to the store and bitch at me because you have to pay 28 bucks to write "Suzy, I Love You. Merry Christmas. Love Jimmy" on a trinket box. Especially if you're already getting the first five bucks off, so you're only paying for a phrase! Gimme a break people! You want me to lose my job? Oh, and don't expect me to be able to write a sonnet on an ID bracelet. It's just not gonna work. So sorry to dissappoint you, the door is that way. <br> <br> I'm not really a bitch. No, really, I'm not. But I do know when something is gonna look geeky and when it's going to look good. And writing the Moon Monologue from Romeo and Juliet on an ID bracelet is a good idea in theory, it ain't gonna fly with me, your friendly neighborhood engraver, or your pocketbook, let me tell you! <br> <br> Ok, enough about work, I'm about to toss my cookies. It's my day off, after all. <br> <br> Amber/Lisa: I wuv you! I Wuv You! I WUV YOU!!!! ::kaff:: You are my bestest friend, and I cannot wait for next weekend. I had this kooky idea to go and get our piccie taken with the mall Santa? What do you think? <br> <br> TTFN. Ta Ta For Now! <br> <br> K</P> </TD> <TD WIDTH=100 VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR="darkred"> <P> <A HREF="http://altavista.com/">altavista</A><BR> <A HREF="http://www.google.com/">google</A><BR> <A HREF="http://www.dmoz.org/">open directory</A><BR> </P> </TD> </TABLE> </TD></TABLE> </CENTER> </BODY></HTML>