Tay-Tay's in the house!

When I entered into Mrs. V's great contest I didn't really think I'd win. I don't normally win these sorts of contests. But when I saw I was about to be the proud owner of a new Twi-figurine, I knew just who I wanted:

No, no, I'm not Team Jacob (seriously, Cutie!!!) but I do love the idea of having this great little guy around to stage epic battles with (UYP, when are you coming to town so we can cause some mischief with these little guys???????).

So thank you, once again, Mrs. V, for my new dolly, for having the contest in the first place and for just being an amazing bloggy friend. I'm so lucky to have found you!!!!

And for your enjoyment, here are the pictures of what happened when Jacob tore his way out of his nice brown box:

What the F@$%, Foxy!!!! Who the HALE is this???


URGGGG!!!!! I....AM....TAY-TAY!!! OPF is my girl now!


Jacob: Oh noes!!!!!! Edward, who is this giant!
Edward: Stay still, Jacob! These small foxes can smell fear.
They feed off it.


Edward: Please, little foxy girl, I'm begging you.
Don't make me kiss the dog.
He stinks!!!
Jacob: You're no rose yourself, leech!

Yep, I'm crazy...

So with the holidays approaching and everyone in my family (except the insanely supportive DH) pretty much in the dark regarding the extent of my twi-sanity, what should I do?

Well, first of course, I'll definitely plan to do NaNoWriMo because I do that every year. It's this super fun challenge to write a novel in a month, no problemo!! But that doesn't feel like enough. Hmmmm.....what else can I do?

Oh, yeah, launch a new blog with my twi-BFF, uhyesplease, that requires me to read TONS of fanfic. Sounds good, I'll just squeeze that in right *looks around for a free time slot* ooh, here. *shoves "clean the bathrooms" out of it's previous timeslot*. Oh yeah, that looks good. Clean bathrooms are overrated. I mean, my kids are just going to shit all over that toilet anyway, right?

Oh, and I think I have some more time left. *eyes calendar entries for other chores* Yep, I think I'll also see if I can convince fellow bloggy friend, fragilelittlehuman, to start writing a collaborative fanfic with me. Cool.

And you know what will be awesome? If I decide not to outline it, so I can pretty much fly by the seat of my pants and write without know too much about what fragile's going to be writing. That sounds smart!

Ok, smart I may not be, but crazy I am in spades. So you know I totally signed up for both.

So if you haven't seen the tweets already, go and check out the blog I started with uhyesplease, called The Lemon Sisters. You won't be disappointed.

And if you like my writing, or even if you hate my writing but LOVE fragile's writing (and who doesn't?), please head over to the blog we set up under our combined moniker fragilefoxes for our new collaborative effort, In The Blood.

And if my DH buys me a sweet new jacket for Christmas that's a pretty shade of white and has lots of fun buckles, well, you'll know where to find me at least. :)

BFF does NOT want to attend New Moon premier! Gasp!

Can you believe this? I saw my sweet heart, bff last night and in all my twidiot glory I started to gush about how tickets are now on sale for the New Moon premier. Who else would I go to the midnight premier with than the woman who got me hooked on this crack? No one! Then she lowered the boom. She wasn't going.

Now don't hate her. She's stronger than I am, she was able to fall in love with these books and walk away after the first reading. Yes, we did see the movie together, but I was so apprehensive of seeing it (two words: spider monkey) that I wasn't going to go to the premier.

But this is different!!!! I am FAR deeper into my obsession than I was a year ago and New Moon looks like it's actually going to be FREAKING AWESOME!!!! How can she not want to go?!?!?!

Then it occurred to me, technically, I don't HAVE to go with her. Sure, I would look like an AMAZING looser going to the premier by myself, surrounded by a hundred panting tweens, but really, personal embarrassment isn't holding me back too much these days, is it.

So can I fake it? Can I go to the midnight show without her and take that secret to my grave? Can I not????

WHAT THE FANDANGO!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I live in a large metropolitan area. I always have. I love little towns, don't get me wrong, but I was spoiled at an early age by all the perks of a big city (Chicago to be precise). Yes, yes, I know the downsides but I'm a big-city kind of girl and I've never regretted it. Until Fandango started to screw with me.

Exhibit A:













(list courtesy of twilightmoonlighter.com)

That's right: Champaign, Forsyth and Bloomington, Illinois can ALL BUY THEIR TICKETS NOW but us big city Chicagoans must wait!!!

WHAT! THE! FANDANGO!!!!!!!