on a jet plane!

Actually, I’ve just made the switch! If you get here by http://seaanemone.blogsome.com then I’d absolutely love it if you came with me to my new home:

www.seaanemoneknits.com

See you there!!!

**Note: This post gives new meaning to the term "Windbag"**

On Monday, I caved to the kidnapper’s (or is it kidnappers’??) demands and brought in special "Full Fat Kidnapper Cupcakes". I bought ingredients with the money the kidnappers left and managed to do a double batch of pumpkin cupcakes.

As an aside, the frosting for these suckers used ~3 lbs of powdered sugar, ~1 lb of cream cheese and a stick of butter. Feeling clogged yet?? (Who needs ex-lax?? I will take you heifers down with my frosting! Watch out!)

That morning, I emailed a few suspects and asked them to pass knowledge that I had indeed complied with demands and brought cupcakes, but that until the hostage was released, no one would so much as see a cupcake crumb to drool over. People got close to mutiny a wee bit antsy when they found out that everyone was cutoff and not just the kidnappers. People came by to swear on their dead loved ones graves that "They-were-not-responsible-and-could-they-have-a-cupcake-pleeeeeaaaaaaase???" Two chicks got proactive and went around interrogating people trying to make someone cough up Opie. It was like having my very own mafia. Note to self: obtain personal mafia in next life. Everyone professed ignorance. Everyone.

Lunch time came and I went out to give the kidnapper(s) time to drop the victim at my desk anonymously. Lunch time went. I came back and still no hostage. People were now just pissed. They were not getting cupcakes and I understand that an email was sent around demanding his return on my behalf. I told one person that if I had to serve the cupcakes on Friday with a side order of mold, that was fine by me. Word spread like wildfire.

Finally with about an hour and a half left, I called open season on the cupcakes (dammit, I wanted one! and I made em, so there.) Plus I was not schlepping 3 dozen cupcakes home to sit on my counter and taunt me all night long. "Aaamy, you know you want us…we have cream cheese frosting…we’re tasty…eat us…yummy in your tummy…")

I went up front to see if our receptionist needed a break and when she came back, she was about glued to the wall in order to remain standing because she was laughing so hard. "You. Go to the. Bathroom. You. HAVE to go. To the bathroom. Now."

I gave her the crazy eye, cut across the lobby and taking Gina with me, went gingerly into the women’s bathroom.

*Warning, the following photographic evidence is NOT for the faint of heart*

*heaving sigh of relief*

Opie is ok. Every tentacle intact. No part sacrificed to the local sushi bar.

And yet the kidnapper(s) remain anonymous…

Now if anyone would like to donate to help cover the cost of the therapy he will undoubtedly need in order to fully recover from his ordeal, let me know!

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In other news:

• I am literally > < this close to finishing Glee. What’s holding me up? Oh, just a big dose of "…eh!"
• I started a pair of socks for our IT guy. I can’t refuse the request of the only guy who has ever actually requested socks on not one, but two completely sober and separate occasions.
• I have sewn some pillow covers for a couple of throw pillows to freshen up my navy blue couch. Gotta have the place looking nice for when the International Crimefighter comes to stay next week.

Last, but very much not least, I’ve got probably the coolest SP in SP10. I got a sweet little email from her like a week or two (?) ago saying that she’d put a tiny something into the mail to me. I got it in the mail on, um, yeah…last Thursday. (I fully acknowledge my schmuck-dom in not having written her back (sorry SP!!!) or posting quickly. Mea culpa!)

A moose on the outside! (SP, I giggle like an idiot every time. It’s sad that a supposedly grown up chick gets so tickled about finding a moose on the outside of a package.)

On the inside, fabric swatches (!!!) to become something cool in the future. (I. Cannot. Wait. To. See. What. It. Is.) A magnetic bookmark of a small boy wearing an aubergine as a hat (squee!) to be used on Vanity Fair (I started reading the book last night, not the magazine. Which speaking of magazines, I need to call VK because even though I’ve paid for my subscription, I’ve not received my spring issue and *pout* I want to see it!) And a skein of handpainted wool that I’m assuming my SP dyed herself because even my mom was floored at how much the colors are "so you!" Best, she wrapped the yarn in a label that *giggle* had a moose on it. Thank you SP!!!!

I think I may need to issue an Amber Alert. Opie the Octopus has been kidnapped.

Opie the Octopus lives at my desk and is a friend to transient ladybugs. (Seriously, ask me about the swarms of ladybugs infesting our third floor office.)

I got back from lunch today to find a sealed envelope resting on my keyboard. Upon opening the envelope, I find

Inside is $20, a xerox of Opie and a ransom note.

It reads: "this is not a very good ransom note! so listen!!!!do as I say and you will see your loveable octopus again. deliver homemade pumpkin cupcakes in this office for everyone or just the women anyway. the deadline is april 16, 2007. if this deadline is not met you will find a little of octopus every other day until it is met. the contents of this envelope is to purchase ingredients for the cupcakes and frosting. do NOT call the authorities or you will never see octopus again except at a Chinese buffet."

(I do like that the kidnappers refer to him as a "loveable" octopus)

The clues point towards the kidnapper(s) being female and possessing of a discerning palate. I mean they asked me not for regular ol’ cupcakes, but homemade pumpkin cupcakes.

An amber alert has been issued and will continue in circulation tomorrow.

Any ideas as to how to deal with said kidnapper(s)? I’ve been thinking that horse tranquilizers would be ill advised.

… a gift on your doorstep!

You thought I was gonna say Folger’s didn’t you??

Well, almost right on the coffee thing, but that’s a little further down.

As I opened my door to leave for work this morning, I about tripped over a box wedged up against my front door. It hadn’t been there last night when I got home from work. The work of fairies perhaps? Nah! More likely the work of one of my neighbors being nice and seeing that I had a package waiting forlornly outside the building. Nice neighbors! Least you think that this is just any ole package, let me show you this!

That my dear friends, is a moose. On my package, I have a moose. (snicker! I said package!) And I giggled like an idiot, dashed with the moose to my car and went to work. I was determined to make it home before I broke into my moose box. (Sorry for the overusage of the word moose. I love the way it sounds. Moose.)

I made it until lunch. With co-workers watching, I opened up lots of fun. Some of which I shared.

Bug did not get to sample the Chocolate Toffee Pistachios. But my co-workers did. We have all pronounced the pistachios as “Oddly delicious.” There may or may not be any left. Only we know.

The coffee part came into play here:

Upon opening, the most wonderful coffee scent issued forth. These are really good. And they taste like coffee. Seriously. Like. Coffee. Another “wow, that’s really good!” giftie.  These might have to go live back at the office to be consumed with coffee every morning. Because nothing says breakfast like coffee with coffee wafer cookies! Mom, you need to read this paragraph as “I eat a healthy banana and oatmeal every morning for breakfast.” ::innocently looks around and whistles::

The other part of my box contained a very pretty little jewelry box that upon opening, was found to contain more Mooses. I’ve now got moose buttons and a moose keychain specially made just for me. Lucky lucky lucky! I also received a lovely fan and a Tzi bead.

The bead is apparently made by Tibetan monks and used for prayer. I thought this was pretty cool. All in all, I’d say my SP has nailed my personality and did an absolutely fantastic job of putting things together for me. I loved everything I received and really, more than one comment was made about me going through my work day with a huge giggly grin on my face. We won’t pay attention to the fact that the comments usually consisted of the words ‘’Moose'’ and ‘’easily amused'’.

Thank you SP!!!

I was a busy girl this weekend. And not with knitting as I should have been.

I had a new bed delivered and to my surprise, they showed up at 9am on Saturday. Normally I would have been awake and happy. This time I was hungover and not happy about having 5 seconds notice to throw on clothes.

(disclaimer: At the time, wearing the hat and glasses seemed like a good idea. So did taking a picture.)

But the guys got my new bed set up and since I was awake, I went ahead and made the bed with my new linens and was happy.

Then I walked in to find this:

This boy can shed the fur. You can so much as look at him and fur cascades off of him. It’s scary. This prompted a Sunday morning trip to Ikea. I figured that with a bed that was no longer sitting on the floor, I needed a bedside table and some kind of duvet cover to at least try to hide the black cat fur that will inevitably occur.

For a busy absolutely slammed Sunday morning (Are these people immune to St. Patrick’s Day/Green Beer hangovers??? I had been banking on green beer hangovers to make my trip painless.) I got in and out in almost an hour. I was pleased. But we all know that with Ikea, part of why its so cheap is that you put everything together yourself.

And so, with a lot of this:

and a little of this:

We eventually got to this:

Which led to this:

and will mean that I can now spend the rest of my afternoon doing this: