CT, Half-Price Books, and Scorpion Scares

My my, what a night I had last night.

First of all, my Celtic Thunder Christmas album arrived in the mail last night!  I bet you can guess what I'm listening to as I write this.  And what will be in my car for the next three weeks.  It's amazing.  I can't wait 'til after Thanksgiving.  I can listen to Christmas carols all I want now, but they never feel quite the same as they do during the Christmas season.  This CD is such a new release, the tracks weren't on iTunes.  I had to enter them all manually.

After I finished listening to the album and eating dinner, I decided I wanted to go to Half-Price Books.  I've been wanting to visit for a few days as I have been out of reading material.  I'm ashamed to admit I spent a decent amount of money there.  Among my purchases: The Digimon Movie, the second season of Red vs. Blue (What are the odds?), John Tucker Must Die, and four books.  I must say, Half-Price has certainly bulked up their YA section.  It's halfway decent.  The book I decided to start with is called Maze Runner, a book that I'm drawn to every time I visit Borders.  The YA Hardcover price always scared me away, but since the book was half price, I deemed it affordable.  So far, it's good.  It reminds me of a more mature version of Holes, for some reason, and it's keeping me guessing so far.  After I finish, I'll pass it on if it's any good.

So I got back and Mom and Dad were already in bed reading.  Tagalong ran to the top of the steps to greet me, then ran down to follow me into the bathroom (for some reason, he thinks bathroom breaks are group activities).  On the way down the hall, he stopped to sniff something on the tile and I almost had a heart attack when it started moving!  It was a scorpion!  I gasped quite audibly and started yelling at my parents for help.  Mom put a cup over it, and stretched out it could almost reach both sides of the glass.  Huge.  We went to find Tag, who had been surprised enough when the object of his sniffing started running across the floor, but my gasp had freaked him out.  He was sitting with his tail between his legs in the living room, nervous because he was picking up on my fear.  We figured he was okay because he hadn't yipped when he sniffed the scorpion and his nose wasn't tender and didn't seem to be in pain.  He has since made a full recovery, and the scorpion has met his end through my father's shoe.

Que Tragedy!

So, kinda bad stuff lately.  Not too bad though.

First, one of my magnety balls has gone missing!  Now, I know what you're thinking.  "Paige, there are like a ton of magnety balls.  Who cares if you lose one?"  Wrong!  There are not a ton, there are 216.  And 216 was a magic number.  Just the perfect amount to make everything!  Divisible by three, divisible by 6, and divisible by 9.  It was always just enough to make the shapes I needed without any left over.  215 is not magic!  It's a disaster!  It's almost not worth playing with them anymore.  I lost the ball in my room the other night, and believe me, a thorough search will be conducted.  And dagnabbit!  Just looked on the website, and they don't sell them individually.  My magnety balls are called Bucky Balls, and I chose that brand because they were available at Game Daze at the mall.  I know another brand, Zen Magnets, sells theirs individually for cases such as this, but if their magnets are just a teeny bit bigger or smaller than my magnets, the magnets won't align correctly.  Oh!  Woe is me!

Then earlier today I was an hour late for work.  I thought I was working the afternoon shift, but I actually had to work in the morning.  Luckily my boss blamed it on the fact that he changed the schedule, but I still really should have known my hours.  What an idiot I am!

Another work related boo-boo that happened today:  Whataburger has this thing called the Whatagames every year in Texas.  It's kind of a quiz thing, with prizes.  Anyway, they call with three phone surveys to see if your store will go or not.  Unfortunately, I answered the phone today.  I only got one out of five questions right!  I felt horrible!  I really am an idiot!

Well, despite all this bout of bad luck, my day doesn't feel ruined.  My mood is still relatively high.  I'm going to sub for my mom's Bunko group tonight, and my aunt and uncle are in town so tomorrow I get an expensive dinner.  Yay!

Christmas in September

Okay, so normally I get annoyed when stores/radio stations/people start celebrating Christmas before Thanksgiving.  I think that the day after Thanksgiving is a perfectly acceptable time to think about Christmas.  Dad says Costco already has Christmas things out.  Awfully early, don't you think?

Well, I suppose carrying Christmas items is acceptable.  Some people like to shop early, get it all out of the way.  Stores should accommodate those people.  It's when they start playing Christmas music immediately after Halloween that it really irks me.  Thanks.  Now I'm going to have to listen to the same music for two months straight.

Now, notice the third word of this post is 'normally.'  I've decided this year not to let all this bother me because last night, I ordered the brand new Celtic Thunder Christmas CD.  If you are unfamiliar with Celtic Thunder, and I'm not surprised if you are, you can check them out in my little video box in the upper-right hand corner of this page.  Maybe they are singing to you right now.  However, if you know me at all, I've probably tried to force them on you at some point, and you know how excited I get about them.  So I can tell you, when that new CD arrives at my house, I will be religiously listening to Christmas music in September.

That's why I won't get mad at those who start celebrating early.  I will be celebrating too, and I try not to be hypocritical.

The only thing to be careful of is to listen to this CD ONLY until I've enjoyed it JUST BARELY enough.  Can't get too burned out on Christmas music too early in the year, because soon it will be forced upon me, and I really don't want to be in the mood to kill so close to the holidays.

I think of wierd things when I'm at work.

Came up with two little brain nibblies today.
(In case you were wondering, 'brain nibblies' is a term for little bits of food for thought.)

First, I think that if a dog doesn't want to have puppies, it would be called an abarktion.

Secondly, what does wistfully mean?  Full of wist?  What the heck is wist?  Wait a minute, spell check isn't catching wist... is it an actual word?  To dictionary.com!

It says it's the past tense of wit, a verb meaning to know.  Well that doesn't make any sense!  The word wistfully implies full of wist, which would make wist a noun.  Not to mention wistfully has to do with longing, not knowing.  How strange!

My dog is psychic!

So I was just getting a drink of water downstairs.  Tagalong was relaxing on the couch, but when he saw me open up the freezer to get some ice, he jumped off and ran over to the edge of the kitchen.  Tag likes ice.  A lot.  So I didn't pay much attention and filled up my glass.  Meanwhile I see out of the corner of my eye Tags looking at the freezer.  All of a sudden I realize why he jumped up so quickly; he just wanted some ice.  So after I'm done, I turn around to get him a piece, but the freezer, that I just shut, was open.

That's right.  My dog looked at the freezer door AND IT OPENED.

Amazing.