Brain Dumpity-Dump

• This is my 470th post. Last year, my end of the year post was #200. At one point, I'd hoped this year's last blog would be #500. With 26 days to go, and 30 blogs to write, it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I've been slacking the last few months.
• My hair has been red for eight months now. I remember after the first six weeks when I had to decide to take it back to blonde or continue with the red, Kendall told me to give it at least six months. That felt like such a long time back then! And now I'm rocking the bangs too.
• This post is dedicated to Whitney. She asked where my blog was -- here I am!
• Saturday night while having dinner with a friend, I "lost" one of my favorite earrings. (It was found on the ground.) Today at lunch, the same earring was lost. No air-quotes this time. That sucker jumped ship. You have no idea how many one-r earrings I have. Drives me crazy.
• It finally snowed in B-Town. I now understand why commuters hate winter. Last year I didn't hate the cold so much, but now that my socks are always wet, and the wind is always blowing right through my coat as I wait... and wait... and wait... for the bus, I understand. I also understand that I need a new (ugly) winter shoe collection.
• Our house is festive. I hung white lights in our family room and down the front banister and now our house isn't just beginning to look a lot like Christmas... it's in the middle-stages of looking like Christmas.
• My TV show plug of this brain dump is "How I Met Your Mother." That show is oh so very funny. Have I let you down before?
• The Celtics continue to excite the NBA basketball community. 13-2. Best in the NBA. I can't wait til they start playing some higher-ranked Western Conference teams. I've been to three games already and the Bucks next Friday!
• Thirteen of my girlfriends and I are going to a Saturday matinee of The Urban Nutcracker. We decided to kick-off the Christmas season with a show; and this is combination ballet, jazz, hip-hop, tap, and swing set in urban Boston. Ohhhhhhhh I'm excited. Really though, how fun does that sound?
• My hair froze this morning. Wearing it wet isn't really an option any more. How was I to know it was going to be 6 degrees with wind chill?
• 6 Degrees. That's what we call population control.
• I read a blog (no, it's not any of my reader's... i think) that drives me crazy. I can't stop reading it though. It's written by a LDS female somewhere in CA that thinks she has all the answers to life. Relationships, politics, relationships... Mostly, she just comes off sounding exceptionally bitter, crabby, and self-righteous. I can't stop reading! I really should, because it just makes me a little angry in side. I didn't know people like this actually existed.
• Please bless I don't write crabby, bitter, self-righteous blogs. Oh geez. I hope I don't.
• About a month ago I found bags of Hot Tamales at Target on clearance for 14 cents (similar in size to a bag of Skittles). I bought every one they had in hopes that I'd eat less--because when I buy the huge box, I'll eat the box until it's gone. This plan has only proven marginally successful. Mostly, I think I'm just creating more trash.
• Somehow, I always seem to sit myself on the bus in front of the man screaming into his cell phone in a foreign language. Any commuter can tell you that phones on public transit are the worst! I'm not above talking on mine every once in awhile, but I sit in the back (where there are less people) and face the window. I can't stand the thought that people can hear me talking--this is the same at work and at home. (Is there a clinical name for fear of people overhearing your one-sided conversations?)
• Has everyone forgotten that Angelina used to have a girlfriend? Or wear blood in a vial around her neck? What about Tom Brady impregnating his girlfriend and dumping her for a newer, hotter, less-pregnant model? Why do we laud these people as heroes? They may be beautiful, but these are the role models we use?
• I really enjoyed doing my visiting teaching in November.
• Julie, Charlotte and I are singing in church on Sunday. We're singing O Holy Night. It's been kind of stressful getting it together--I hope it pays off. I don't even like singing; I don't know what kind of crazy idea this was.
• On Facebook, you can play Scrabble against your friends. For as wordy as I am, I'm a terrible Scrabble player. I don't know what it is; I just brain block completely. Four-letter words are about as high as I can spell.
• Well, I guess that's it. When I sit for a few minutes trying to hard to think of something else to write, it's my cue to wrap it up.