happy halloween!

And happy birthday to Daisy!
Here are some lovely videos/pictures for you to enjoy on this wonderful Hallows Eve.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUd4qCDfOMY&feature=player_embedded

I don't have pictures of Daisy's babies yet, but you'd better believe that when I do you will see them, as Gwen was Madonna and Gavin Bowie. Awesome.

because it snowed today

And because it was freezing

And because i've been up since 6.

And because i'll probably be up at 6 tomorrow.

I ate this today

And these

While watching this

And it was a good end to a not so great day.

tomato soup

pumpkin chocolate chip cookies

Mcaulay Culkin photo

oh the glories of priority registration

7 classes
15.5 hours
5 minutes to sign up
I got into them all.

That's a first.

You can't take it with you.

I watched this movie today, and I must say, it only made my love for Jimmy Stewart and Frank Capra stronger. It also made me love Lionel Barrymore. It took a while, since my only experience with him was in "It's a Wonderful Life" as Mr. Potter. But in "You Can't Take It With You?" He's wonderful. And this whole movie is just marvelous.

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If I were Kevin, I would have punched Buzz too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NAg_Fi_q-8&feature=related

the unicycle query.

Why?

Really, why, in the world do people feel the need to ride a unicycle?

It's not faster than a bike.

It's not faster than walking.

It's not faster than army crawling.

I don't even like the name of a unicycle.

It sounds too much like unibrow.

And yet, in the last week, I have seen two unicyclists. It's ridiculous.

Why sport your superior balance?

JUST WALK.

Sheesh

Walk like a man, talk like a man...smell like a man?

So, last week I ran out of laundry detergent. So, I bought a new kind.

Nothing fancy. Tide. Tide is nothing new. I've smelled Tide before, it smells good.

I bought the kind that cleans your clothes in cold water. It says the scent is mountain spring.

I figured that would be good, and I didn't need to smell it.

Yesterday when I decided to do my laundry, I pulled out the lovely new laundry detergent.

I opened the bottle.

I pulled it up to my face.

I sniffed it.

It smells like my father's aftershave.

Side note: My father smells good.

He smells like a boy. Because he is one.

I am a girl. I like to smell like a girl.

Ho, ho. Not so.

For the next 52 loads, I get to smell like my dad.

And, incidentally, because clean laundry goes in my bedroom, my room also smells like a man.

Not that great. Not that great.

So, for future reference: girls, don't buy this detergent

Boys, you feel free.

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I miss my old detergent. It smelled so good.

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Dream a little dream.

So, do you ever have weird or vivid dreams that are super interesting, but you wake up in the middle of it and don't get to see how it ends?
That is what happened to me last night.
Then I realized something that I have the ability to do.
When still semi-asleep, but actually awake, I can go back to sleep and return to finish the dream.
Or more of it.
Like pausing a movie and coming back later.
Pretty sweet,
although, that dream was really weird.

best quotes from books 4 (part 2), 5, 6, and 7 (it's a long one)

Book 4 (cont'd)

"Don't talk to me," Ron said quietly to Harry and Hermione as they sat down at the Gryffindor table a few minutes later, surrounded by excited talk on all sides about what had just happened.

"Why not?" said Hermione in surprise.

"because I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..."

"Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid. "You don't think anything that Skeeter cow--sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore.

"I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.

"But I had my wand hidden up my sleeve," he assured Padma Patil, who seemed to be a lot keener on Ron now that he was getting so much attention and was making a point of talking to him every time they passed in the corridors. "I could've taken those mer-idiots any time I wanted."

"What were you going to do, snore at them?" said Hermione waspishly.

Book 5

Chapter One

Dudley Demented

"We're not stupid, you know," said Uncle Vernon.

"Well, that's news to me," said Harry...

Chapter Three

The Advance Guard

"Don't put your wand there, boy!" roared Moody. "What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!"

"Who d'you know who's lost a buttock?" the violet-haired woman asked Mad-Eye interestedly.

"And I'm still riding a Comet Two Sixty," said Tonks enviously. "Ah well...wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let's go. Locomotor Trunk."

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Career Advice

"Giver her hell from us, Peeves."

And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

Book 6

Chapter Sixteen

A Very Frosty Christmas

"She's got to be joking...."

Harry woke with a start to find a bulging stocking lying over the end of his bed. He put on his glasses and looked around; the tiny window was almost completely obscured with snow and, in front of it, Ron was sitting bolt upright in bed and examining what appeared to be a thick gold chain.

"What's that?" asked Harry.

It's from Lavender," said Ron, sounding revolted. "She can't honestly think I'd wear..."

Harry looked more closely and let out a shout of laughter. Dangling from the chain in large gold lettters were the words:

My Sweetheart

"Nice," he said. "Classy. You should definitely wear that in front of Fred and George."

"If you tell them," said Ron, shoving the necklace out of sight under his pillow, "I--I--I'll--"

"Stutter at me?"

Chapter Twenty-Five

The Seer Overheard

"Three dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a hippogriff tattooed across your chest."

Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."

"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"

"A Pygmie Puff, but I didn't say where."

Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing.

Book 7

Chapter Five

Fallen Warrior

"How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.

George's fingers groped for the side of his head.

"Saintlike," he murmured.

"What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"

"Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see... I'm holy. Holy, Fred, geddit?"

Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.

"Pathetic," he told George. "Pathetic! With the whole world of ear related humor before you, you go for holy?"

"Well said, Harry," said Fred unexpectedly.

"Yeah, 'ear 'ear, " said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched.

Chapter Six

The Ghoul in Pajamas

"Didn't realize that Ron and I know perfectly well what might happen if we come with you? Well, we do. Ron, show Harry what you've done."

"Nah, he's just eaten," said Ron.

"Go on, he needs to know!"

"Oh, all right. Harry, come here."

Chapter Seven

The Will of Albus Dumbledore

"I'll pack these for you, " Hermione said brightly, taking Harry's presents out of his arms as the three of the headed back upstairs. "I'm nearly done, I'm just waiting for the rest of your underpants to come out of the wash, Ron--"

Ron's splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first floor landing.

Chapter Eleven

The Bribe

There was the sound of pattering feet, a blaze of shining copper, an echoing clang, and a shriek of agony: Kreacher had taken a run at Mundungus and hit him over the head with a saucepan.

"Call 'im off, call 'im off, 'e should be locked up!" screamed Mundungus, cowering as Kreacher raised the heavy-bottomed pan again.

"Kreacher no!" shouted Harry.

Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.

"Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?"

Ron laughed.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The Missing Mirror

Ron gasped.

"The silver doe!" he said excitedly. "Was that you too?"

"What are you talking about?" said Aberfroth.

"Someone sent a doe Patronus to us!"

"Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just proved my Patronus is a goat?"

"Oh," said Ron. "Yeah...well, I'm hungry!" he added defensively as his stomach gave an enormous rumble.

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photos from books 5-7 courtesy of

Hot, Dang. I am excited.

November 19, baby. November 19.

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Houston, we have a problem

Yesterday at work, I was talking to a supervisor about how to make my calls better. The topic was brought up that it is evident when I become uncomfortable in a call.

While trying to find how to mask that discomfort, she asked me, "Are you a people pleaser?" The automatic answer was a resounding YES.

We then went on to talk about how she is, too and about how we both have issues with confrontation (that's for real) and neither one of us wants to ever hurt anybody's feelings or make anybody upset. That is my life. I have no ability to confront people with my feelings. Ever. Ask Dana and Bianca. It's just not possible.

Today I realized just how far this little quirk had gone with the following anecdote.
While studying today, I was listening to my She & Him station on Pandora. So far, this station was fantastic. Every song that came on was wonderful. Then one song came on that was less good. I just didn't like it, so I clicked the thumbs down, you know, so that Pandora could better improve my listening experience. A note popped up from Pandora saying that they were sorry, would take my opinion into account, and would never play that song on that station again. Great!

Here's the problem:

For a split second, I was actually afraid I had offended Pandora. The website. Not a real person, not an animal, not even a life like robot. A. Web. Site. I was actually apologizing to Pandora in my mind and considering un-clicking the thumbs down before I realized that I was worried about disrespecting an online location.

Then I just felt silly.

Earth's surface is unstable...

I got this message from Kathleen this morning.
My brain doesn't quite understand it still.

"This morning there was an earthquake in Oklahoma! Who knew that was possible? It originated here in Norman, and people felt it in Tulsa and Broken Arrow too. We felt it, but had no damage. It lasted about 2 or 3 seconds, and was a 4.3 on the Richter scale. Apparently, OU campus had some damage, one of the buildings had to be evacuated because it cracked down the side! Scary! But we are
all fine, no harm done!"

I've never been in an earthquake. I thought I was once, but never for real. Apparently, though, they happen in Oklahoma. Huh.

"You are about to experience a 6 on the Richter scale, please hold handrail"
-Simulated Earthquake Video at the Tulsa Zoo

Darn it! (read that sarcastically)

I found this out today.
That's right, HP7 part 1 WILL NOT be in 3D.
Here's all I have to say: good job, Harry. Good job.
I'm so sick of 3D. Everybody is doing it. It's annoying. And really not even impressive anymore.
I wasn't going to watch the culmination of Harry's story in a different dimension anyway.
Harry, I'm glad you fell off the bandwagon.
Even if it was only because you didn't have enough time to stay on.

My brain may or may not have exploded a little bit.

We talked about finances in my management class.
I don't like Numbers.
We're not really friends.
In elementary school Numbers pulled my hair and kicked sand in my face.
In middle school Numbers told the other girls that I didn't know who the Backstreet Boys were and that I had weird clothes.
In high school, Numbers beat me in every math class. And was ahead of me in class rankings.
So, today, when we discussed Numbers in my management class, a lot of bad memories came back, and caused my brain to burst.

Decision made. I've made my decision.

This year, I'm sending out Christmas cards.

Not a ton, I know they're expensive-esque.

But I figure, why do I have to get married before I can send out awesome cards?

I will design them, and send them out.

And they will be pretty.

If you want one, you feel free to tell me.

I'm very excited.

Duality

Alright kids, I did it. I started a Happy Book. So far, it's going great.
But I also have something else. Something I'll share with you cats.
It's a Happy Blog.
(Hehe)
http://happycarrieann.tumblr.com/
It's basically the same idea as the Happy Book. Only it's online and for public consumption. I did it on tumblr because they allow music. And it's a cool format for what I want the Happy Blog to be.
Also, it takes care of my desire to move. So, this blog will not be moving.

Go ahead and check it out if you feel so inclined. That'd be cool.

The Happy Book.

Last night I went on a crying jag. My face was puffy and swollen, my eyes were red, and my mascara was running wild.

I called my mom so that I could lament everything that was wrong with my life. But my mother wasn't having it. She told me that I had too much in my life that was good to focus on the few small things that aren't exactly as I want them to be.

At the time I was talking to her, I didn't fully appreciate it. As my dad says, "It's my unhappy, and nobody's going to take it away from me." But, the more I thought about my breakdown today, the more I realized that my mom was right. She knows exactly what she's talking about, and she's correct to tell me that I need to be more grateful for what I have.

And then I had an idea.

It spurned not only from what my mom said, but also from what Thomas S. Monson said last Sunday Morning in his talk, The Divine Gift of Gratitude.

"We can lift ourselves and others as well when we refuse to remain in the realm of negative thought and cultivate within our hearts an attitude of gratitude. If ingratitude be numbered among the serious sins, then gratitude takes its place among the noblest of virtues."

So, Here's the idea. A Happy Book. I will start to carry around a journal. In this journal, I will write down everything I see that I am thankful for. I will sketch things that make me happy, and include pictures and quotes and colors and leaves and flowers and swatches. I'm very excited about my Happy Book.

I think that it will help me in the future when I'm feeling the way I was last night. I will read it and remember everything that I'm grateful for.

an Autumn picture overload.

This is why I want it to be Halloween right now.

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I got a rock.

I think I've probably mentioned before that I love fall. It's pretty.
It looks like this:photo courtesy of
It smells good. There's lots of leaves. And orangey colors.
It also includes several holidays that I love.
Including Halloween.

Halloween is one of the most glorious holidays known to man. Let's be honest. IT IS A WHOLE DAY OF CANDY!

Let's listen to what the great Jerry Seinfeld has to say about the glorious day.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MarBVyZVe9s

I also love Halloween because of the fact that you get to wear amazing costumes. And believe me. I have had some pretty great ones in the past.

1. The disco ball.
(This was actually better in person. There was a ridiculous amount of glitter and sparkle)
2. David Bowie3. an Elf (and Dana was Minnie Mouse)
(and those are the gold fish we won at the best Halloween party ever)
4. DJ Tanner (with a trucker, Jimmy Neutron, two little kids, and a...fairy?)I really love Halloween.
And the last and most important reason to love Halloween?
It is my pretty sister Daisy's birthday.
She is very shexy in her vampiric Halloween wear. She's lucky, her birthday is celebrated by the whole world, or most of the nation. And "everybody is just givin' out candy."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tIhwITwhSg

ummm, change is not always for the better.

I don't know if I've ever told you of a certain love that I have.

For shopping.
I didn't always love it.
I used to not love it at all.
I actually dreaded shopping in high school.
But now, it is a love.
There are several shops that I love quite a bit, and the Gap is one of those shops.However, lately the gap has done something I don't really appreciate.
Not with their clothes, those are great.
Not with customer service, that's still fine too.
It's with their logo.
This is the old logo, the classic. The one that didn't really need to be changed. At all.photo courtesy of
And this is the crap they changed it to.
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Because apparently the Gap is now a computer software company. Not the maker of pretty clothes like this

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