I'm not Tinkerbell. I don't care if you don't believe.

I made icons. I was very very bored:

       

So, I may have a job. I don't want to jinx it.. or say that I'm even going to like it, but a job is a job. There's one more interview before they decide, but, I had a phone thing with a gal this afternoon, and she made me take all of these assessments for Microsoft Office programs. I was in the 98th percentile against a national average of 71 and type 97 words a minute, which she said was all very promising.

This is my first interview after *months* of sending out my resume, and money is getting tight. I had to miss the Wings game yesterday because I couldn't afford it. With the holidays, and upcoming visits from friends... I really need this like *whoa*.

Positive thoughts everyone!

So.. I love hockey. It sucks to live in a state with one of the worst hockey teams in recorded history (slight exaggeration), while being a fan of a team in the best team in world (god's honest truth) from another state. My only hope comes from the television channel "Versus" which actually airs hockey games. My cable provider is embroiled in this whole ridiculous thing with Comcast, which owns Versus and they discontinued service for that channel. That means I'm going to miss the opening game on Friday because DirecTV sucks!

But, this is where you can help! You may not actually have DirecTV but if you could email them and *kindly* say, in your own words, that they are ruining hockey? The email address is: versus@directv.com and, there's information to be had: here and here.

If you don't wanna, I understand that and this is a time for quiet reflection, but if you can.. please help! And tell your friends!

I had an unexpectedly awesome day today! It started as a day of no plans, but not in that "I have no plans so I can relax" way. More of a, "I'm a sad, boring loser home alone on a Saturday night," way.

But then Jacqui called me around 5:30 and said, "how soon can you be here?" Her roommate had given her tickets to a hockey game (that started at 6:00) so of course I was there in 20 minutes! The game was Coyotes vs. Sharks so.. they both sucked, but still it was hockey! I haven't been to a game since April, so this was a decidedly unexpected but completely awesome surprise! Coyotes won, beating the Sharks for what I'm assuming is the last time this season.. and there was hockey.

Is it weird that the world settles into peace during a hockey game? I vote no.

So, it's not often that I remember dreams ... and it's even rarer for them to be so cogent and downright linear that I have a proper, albeit bizarre narrative. Here's the one I just woke up from, and I wanted to type it out before I forgot. Then it was just so weird, I had to share:

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I dunno, it’s weird.

Thoughts?

I got a present in the mail from gonturan today. It was epicness that any Wings fan would love! She got me a Red Wings logo decal, a Wings necklace, and a license plate frame for my Sammy.

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Theresa rules!

So, in my ongoing quest to better myself through baking, I decided to tackle bread. What follows is a lesson in always using fresh ingredients. A few days ago, I tried making my first loaf using the ingredients I had. Didn't matter that the bread flour was from 2002, and that the yeast was probably a few months shy of fresh but, what difference could that make really. Well, needless to say... today's second attempt is going better.

( This was Saturday's dough after raising for an hour and a half... )

( This is today's loaf after raising for half an hour... )

The secret is: Don't wait 7 years to use your bread flour.

ETA: So, obviously the second bread is going to be better:

( Step 2 )

My brother and I were supposed to go to a movie today, but he called at 7:00 am to say he was sick. Since I'm sick as well I totally forgave him (even for calling at seven in the morning) and went back to bed.

Now here I sit, all sickly and pathetic and I can't decide what television to watch and.. :c(

Being sick sucks!

We had the family celebration of my brother and my birthdays today. For years I thought he and I shared a birthday on the 5th, because  we always had a party between our two days: Christopher's on the 6th, mine on the 4th. Either way, tonight we had a fun little shindig. My father "accidentally" forgot about it and volunteered for overtime at work but that was okay by me! My mom made enchiladas with sauce from Seranos and her *amazing* cheesecake, we played with Christopher's new iPhone, talked about neighbors we had on the farm, and best of all presents! I got a cookbook from my mommie and a Supernatural travel mug and itunes gift card from my sister, and a card that played that annoying hamster dance song from Christopher and Angie. It was awesome and fun, and a nice little ending to birthday celebrations. My family rocks... true story.

I've recently come to a very disturbing conclusion about my mother. I'll start by saying she is an amazing person whom I absolutely love and adore and this doesn't change things, even though it's scary....

( My mother... is a Twi-hard. )

Long story.... less long: my mother is *adorable*, and can never make fun of my X-Files/Supernatural/Doctor Who/Firefly obsession again!

This is a Supernatural casting spoiler.. which, I got the headline before I got the article and I'm still flailing. If this is true, I mean... I don't know if I can trust Kripke that much. This is a *terrible* idea... by even associating the show with her. Just.. EUGH!

Here's the link. Spoilerish, ahoy!

Nikki and I had a girl date to see The Ugly Truth tonight. As we were walking down the hallway I briefly glanced at a poster for Taking Woodstock and saw Jeffrey Dean Morgan's name. What's odd and even a little sad about that is the fact that this is the poster:

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So, it's two days after Comic-con and I've just now turned on my computer. I spent yesterday in bed watching TV, and haven't really had the energy to do much else. My week spent in San Diego is usually the highlight of my year. This time however, it was sort of the ubersuck. Before Comic-con even started, Erin and I both wanted to be home. A few highlights:

-on Monday, our first day there, having been in San Diego for less then two hours, I managed to burn the bottoms of my feet on the beach. They burnt so badly the soles on the balls of my feet and toes were red and blistered for days. It hurt like a bitch to even walk and I was facing five days of walking around the Convention Center

-on Tuesday, I met up with gonturan  and Mr. gontruan for pizza. After, when leaving the parking lot, I was pulled over by one of Escondito's finest. I was pulled over for making an illegal left turn, not stopping at a stop sign, not having my seat belt on, not having valid insurance, and not driving with my glasses on. In my defense, I only need the glasses for driving at night, I have valid insurance I just left the cards at home, I did have my seat belt on but was just tucking it under my arm to avoid my sunburn, and I refuse to believe there was a stop sign to get out of a parking lot. Either way I think I just had done so many things wrong I walked away without a ticket.

-on Wednesday, everyone was leaving Petco Park downtown, just as we were trying to get in for Preview Night. By the time we got there, the lot we normally park in was closed and we were stuck driving around for an hour trying to find a spot. It's not as bad as the four hour parking debacle of aught seven, but still evil.

-Comic-con was it's usual clusterfuck, but.. moreso. There were people *EVERYWHERE* and they were all crazier then last year. The lines were ridiculous, the security was worse (one guy punched a small asian woman on Sunday) and all in all it was the worst run events of all that I've been to.

-Fucking Tom Welling.

-Erin and I discovered our dynamic only works when it's just the two of us. 

-We left Comic-con at 4:00, we were on the 8 out of San Diego at 5:05, having stopped just long enough for gas and luggage. I figured we'd be home by 11, unfortunately, it took us three hours to get out of San Diego County. The line for Border Patrol was backed up for two and a half miles, for an *EMPTY CHECKPOINT*. That that took most of the time, but the rest was spent on the side of the road.. loaning my cell phone to a woman who's car had broken down.

-We got home just past midnight, I was so exhausted I said, "screw unpacking," got into my PJ's and went to bed. When I woke up Monday morning I still had my badge on. I'd worn it all the way home..

With all that aside, it wasn't a bad weekend. I got to hang out with gonturan and trillian276709 , tons of free swag including seven tshirts, and had a genuinely good time at most of the panels I went to. I'm just.. really really glad I'm home.

Tom Welling is going to the Smallville panel on Sunday. We're going to be fighting crazed fanboys to get in.... and there's no way I can drag my companions out of bed before 7.

*sigh*

Harry Potter starts in five minutes. We're at the same theater where Watchmen imploded with 20 minutes left. If that happens here, heads will roll.

So, I got to meet the baby today! I've yet to come up with a nickname for her but she wasn't even 16 hours old yet when I met her. The early reports on her name were based on a phone conversation I had with Drew when she was about 30 minutes old. Today they were more set on the name: Niamh Meredith. Niamh is pronounced "neeve" and means glowing.

( Here is my first picture with her! )

Yay!

She was born around 9:30 this evening, nine hours after contractions started! Six and a half pounds, 18 inches. Her father effusively praised her appearance as, "somewhat well proportioned... for a baby." (he's Swedish. I swear that explains it)

Her name: Nieve Linnea Wills. (don't quote me on the spelling) I'm not sure if her parents are aware but, Nieve means snowy and Linnea means lime tree. Oh well, I promise not to make fun of her for that. Her sister's first name means Hermitage in the Woods so.. yeah. The parents have names that mean "victorious people" and "warrior", and yet the kids are named "Hermitage in the Woods" and "Snowy Lime Tree".

For anyone wondering I have not spent the last several hours on baby name sites looking up name meanings though I'll tell you: my first name means Peace, and my middle name, that I use, means God's promise. Heh, He promised me to you people... aww, you shoulda read the fine print on that one!

My friend Nikki is at the hospital, hopefully having her baby in fairly short order. Her mom doesn't come into town until tonight so I am on Ainsley and airport duty. Ainsley and I are at gymnastics, and now there's just sitting.

The baby is currently unnamed but I have been pressing for Imogen. Ainsley wants her to be named either Floradith or after any of Ariel's sisters in The Little Mermaid (which I think is only because we were watching Ariel's origin story before this). Drew wants something obscenely Swedish.... boys.

Fun fact, if the baby is born today, she and Ainsley will share the 12th as their birthday, though 5 months apart. It'll help me remember it.

OMG I am excited!!

I've never really written post-episode observations before but there was so much in here for me I had to.. plus I haven't posted in a good long while so I here goes:

( Oh BOYS! )

And also... GO WINGS!!!!!

I had a terrible day at work today. Just.. really bad. I don't even want to talk about it anymore, cause it just sucked so hardcore. Just because the office is two miles from my old High School, doesn't mean I want to feel like I'm in high school again, m'kay.

My father came home from the hospital on Easter, we had a nice little family get together. Angie, my brother's fiancée, was sick and decided she didn't want to expose ilness on anyone, so she stayed home. I was texting with my brother this morning and he said she was at Urgent Care cause she was feeling very badly.. aaaaaand they rushed her to the hospital so she could have emergency surgery to remove her appendix.

Can this family go a week without a hospital stint please?