Puntabulous

Let’s face it, if you watch 24, you know that Jack yells a lot. And I got to thinking, why does he have to yell so much? Can he not just talk in a normal tone? Here’s how I would handle the situation of Jack yelling.

I have my follow-up appointment in the morning to find out if the hardcore drugs they gave me are working, my opinion is they aren’t, but we’ll see. I usually don’t like going to the doctor because, well, there’s a lot of sick people there, and I don’t like sick people. When I’m sick I at least have a good outfit, these people don’t, and they cough and are gross all over the place.

But my last visit to the doctor was great, there was a short wait, and my usual doctor didn’t see me, some other doctor did. Sure this wasn’t a Zach Braff on Scrubs type doctor like I always hope for, but this doctor was a whole lot nice than my other one. My other one always acts like I’m faking it, and she is generally not friendly and seems angry. I don’t like that woman.

That whole thing had nothing to do with my post for today, but it’s important information for if and when they ever have questions about me on Jeopardy.

What I’d like to talk about is the fact that people don’t find the funniest things funny when I love them and think they are hilarious. Examples:

You probably have to watch the rest of the episodes to totally get it, but it’s HILARIOUS! (For the rest of the episodes you can go to www.thelonelyisland.com, and it’s easy from there.)

The main issue is when I send someone a link out of complete love for them, and they tell me later that they didn’t like it. First of all, we’re not friends anymore if you do this. Secondly, I don’t really want your opinon of it unless it’s something along the lines of “Oh Olivia, that was hilarious, you’re fantastic! And also, your hair looks great today! As does the rest of you!”

Also, I’m totally in love with the guy who’s the ninja.

And it’s a bitch, let me tell ya! The doctor says that apparently I did not have the flu, but in fact, the pneumonias. Notice the pluralization, makes it sound fancy.

And it’s cool pneumonia, because it is very rare. Instead of being in the bottom of my lung, it is located right up top. Do you think that this had anything to do with it?

Probably not. Anywho, I had you folks in mind while at the doctor’s office, and I made sure to take some pictures to let you know how the whole thing went, enjoy!

First of all, there was a lot of waiting, I did not feel loved at all in this pale stale place. Look at the wall behind me! It’s cold in there, atmospherically! Mood-wise! Brr!

I decided to lighten the mood and make myself feel better by taking a little cone thing that they stick in your ear!

I’m so rebellious! Hahahaha!

I took most of these pictures while sitting upon the Ritter 104, sitty doctor office bed thing! Delux. Wayyy better than the Ritter 103!

I was immediatly discriminated against for my know-mo-than-ya. In the pamplet holder, there was every other illness, but not mine. Jerks.

But really-where were the doctors during all of this? They FINALLY came to check me out for the pneumonias. But I’m not sure what sort of doctors they were!

“Are you SURE this is the exam for pneumonia?!”

And why was there a random lamp in the corner?! And it didn’t work, it was a broken lamp.

Then the cool part, the appalling part, the apparently terrifying part for the stupid girl before me!

The blood taking! They took a load of my blood too! I didn’t get to take a picture during it though, I was too busy being amazed!

Then more waiting. But I found more things to entertain myself while worrying that I was dying of no moan for ya.

As you can see though, others weren’t so fidgety and restless. Here, my Mom shows how worried she is concerning my physical health.

Then there was a poster with an old man on it. Not a hot, young man to grab my attention, so it must not be an important disease poster.

And WHY was I being kept in a room with biohazardous things!? I’m very fragile.

Then I saw something I liked. I should blame my sickness on work…I am unable to work, am a worker, and should be compensated.

I don’t even know what these were, but it sounds like something from Men in Black, and I loved that movie.

Then I found something I really loved playing with-the something looker inner. It. Was. Amazing. But made noise when I took it out of its holder, so I put it back immediatly after the picture was taken because I was scared because my doctor is mean.

This jar caught my eye, and the promise of “fewer coughs, wetter coughs” made me sort of grossed out, because wetter coughs sound weird.

Then they told me I had an atypical form of pneumonia and put me on drugs and I am not allowed at school until at the very earliest my next check-up and no work for another weekend. But hey, I get to be like “Oh, I would help you, but…my pneumonia hurts.” Because really, it does.

Regularly in la clase de espanol I do not pay much attencion during libro work. But lately I’ve been looking with my ojos (eyes) through my libro (book) and have been finding some interesting pictures in our text book. And I’d like to know, just what kind of education am I getting here?

The illustration of “ducharse” or “to shower.” Quite sexy for school, eh? If I’m getting sent to the office for my shirt coming slightly (I’m talking a centimeter) over the waistband of my jeans, I want to see some fully clothed kids in my ducharse illustration. Or old people.

Even worse is the hair washing illustration. The guys sitting next to me were in love with this Spanish Muchacha, of course they don’t get any action.

If you’ve been to Memphis, then the image shown in the picture above is common to you-prositute flashing her goods to bring in some business.

Are we learning about people whom are hung over throwing up in the sink? Or are we learning about fruits and bread? Shameless.

Here the pictures take a turn, from trampy, to bad outfits. If this is how they dress in Spanish speaking countries, transfer me to French.

Before: A young couple dreaming of how wonderful children will be.

After: The mother alone, worn down by her children while her husband is out running around with the hooker from a few pictures ago.

In Spanish places, they have robots. Spanish robots. I’m not sure why the robot picture struck me as odd, but I thought it was pretty hilarious.

Last and really least, a flying man. A flying Spanish man. It could be phrased like a vacation/cruise commercial, “Fly to Tropical El Salvador, where all your Espanol dreams will be awakened…” Said in a sexy Spanish man voice (i.e. Antonio…!) and end with a shot of a beach lit by moonlight/fire and some hot half naked man.

And what a funny word “flu” is!

Since last Wednesday, I have been in a spiraling pit of flu-age, partially dead every now and then, with a couple hallucinations brought on by fever. In the midst of all this pain and suffering brought upon me by said flu, I have managed to find some good. So now I present you with the Top Ten Reasons to have the Flu! (Or at least ten things that are okay about being sick)

1. No work! Especially if you work with food, like me. See, I can’t take any risk to be at the grand ol’ Quiznos spreading my disease! It was my first time to call in sick though, at any job, and it was pretty intense for me. I called my first day and didn’t quite know what to say. I called at about noon because I had just woken up, and boldly stated, “I’m super sick, I can’t come in for work today.” Then the next day I decided to tough it out and go to school for the three classes I have, then leave early. Five minutes into school I regreted my decision and again around noon while lying sprawled in a chair in the AV room, I called work and said (or more sort of raspy squeeked) that I couldn’t work. Same Saturday, and Saturday night saying I wouldn’t be there the next morning.

2. You can have all day Harry Potter movie marathons without any insult from friends or family. Because you have a high fever and are somewhat hazy, watching Harry Potter endlessly and commenting on how effing amazingly hot that Oliver Wood guy is is looked over. While people pity you, you can do anything. I killed a man while I’ve been sick, and the police just said “oh, you poor girl…would you like us to run a hot bath for you?”

3. People are super nice to you when they are usually either just normal nice or not nice. My wonderful Government teacher who has always been great seeing as we’re practically the only liberal wackos in the state asked if I’d like to take my test that I had come to school specifically so I wouldn’t miss (because I’m a dedicated student) a period early so that I could leave an hour earlier. I declined, because I was using that extra hour to study because I hadn’t the night/day/week before.

4. Getting to sleep as much as you like without being told to wake up by others. Actually, everyone is telling you to sleep! It’s crazy!

5. You get nice Myspace comments telling you to get well soon. The downside to this is that once you get better, no body cares anymore. It’s like, oh, yeah, Olivia, no comment. But I never leave people comments back so I don’t blame anyone.

6. You can be mean to people then later blame it on your sickness. “Sorry, this flu thing is just making me really irrational, I didn’t mean to call you an ignorant manbearpig.”

7. Long showers, no hassle. Usually there’s someone banging on the door or wall going “come on! you’re going to use all the hot water!” But instead, those people are thinking “oh that poor girl, she needs that shower more than we do, she’s so brave!”

8. I didn’t actually use this one, but was actually in a bad spot because of it, but if you lose your voice such as I did, and you don’t want to talk to someone, you have a very valid exuse. If people call you, you’re like, “ehh caaa ak!” translation: I can’t talk. and you’re a dildo. end translation.

9. Ice cream. You have a reason other than just being a fatty to consume copius amounts of delicious ice cream while you’re sick, especially with the flu. First place I went after I left school Friday, Kroger. Got some Ben and Jerry’s. Ate it.

10. You can continue saying you don’t feel well for at least a week after you’re just dandy. Example: “Hey Olivia, can you move this heavy object?” “Oh…I would, but (tries to move the thing) sh…eh…er…Sorry, I just don’t think I’m over this flu thing.” Accompany with a regretful look.

Hopefully I’ll be better by Wednesday folks, don’t be dumb like me, get your flu shot!

Upon having a friend ask how I decorated my room, I realized, wow, many, many people might just wonder that. Folks might stay up late at night, just wondering what sort of amazing room I have. Well, it’s nothing exciting. But it is pretty amazing. So tonight I give you, the lair (lair being defined as the shelter or hiding place of a wild animal, how cool is that?) of Olivia!

Welcome to my room dear friends! Behind me are the two paintings produced during my “I want to be a painter” phase! In this pink palace of mine, you might have your face blown right off! OH, wait!

That’s George W. Bush, not Dick! Oh ho ho ho! Chuckle. Nice mustache George! What a joker!

I’ve never given a tour of anything before, and so I wasn’t quite sure where to start-

I guess that going with the place I spend my most time first will be best!

This corner! As you can see, this is the upper corner of my bed, close to the phone, iPod thing, and with a large open space of wall ideal for…

constructing a story board. Right now I’m working on a commercial targeted toward Middle School Students about the dangers of smoking (or something) for a scholarship. And I will tell you this-it’s going to blow your face off!

OH! Nevermind! It was George Again! He just looks so much like a young Dick Cheney with that mustache! (I don’t think young Cheney had a mustache.)

Further up from all that pizazz is a wall covered in amazing type things. Let’s take a closer look…

A tiny clipping of Demetri Martin! Fantasmical! I do say, that is one handsome man. And smart, he went to Yale.

Also, check out and appreciate my Unicorn plaque! 75 cents at a thrift store in Washington! BAM! That is a deal. And so stylish. Let’s continue…

Here is my desk, where I do no actual work, but more like, fixing my hair and putting stuff on the desk and stuff. Once I tried working on work there, but it’s just so effing tiny, you can’t construct a palindrome in that mess! Actually, I’m not having any luck making any palindrome, regardless of mess.

Some may wonder, “What do you read Olivia? And when? How much?”

I like to read multiple things at one time, multi-tasking is very efficient and exercises my brain like nothing else. I have all the bases covered in this picture, a classic novel, a very funny book by Jon Stewart, a magazine that makes me look cool, and something that tells me if I’m not saying a word or phrase correctly. Terrific.

That’s my fat cat. Notice the action shot, she was twitching her tail because she’s bipolar.

Lastly, this to show my sensitive, musical side. I don’t actually play guitar, nor is there even a guitar in the case. I bought the case for seven dollars and the Salvation Army. I got it mostly so that people would be really impressed when they saw I had it, jumping to the conclusion that I played, or that there was a guitar in the case. But there’s not, and I don’t. (Looks cool though, doesn’t it?)

As I’ve already said, I really hate the whole Abercrombie franchise, but I got to thinking, I hate a lot of things! And I feel the need to share those things with the world! So here are the top ten general hates of…bum bum bum! Olivia!

1. One of the things I hate more than ANYTHING in the world, almost, is related to Myspace. I hate people who post fifteen bulletins a day about nothing, or even worse, a bulletin about/to one person fifteen times. You take up my bulletin space, I like variation there. Also included in this hate category are those who post chain bulletins. I am guilty of pointless bulletin posting, I’ll admit it, but it’s maybe one bulletin about nothing every two to three weeks. Not fifteen a night. That’s just madness.

2. People that chew with their mouths open, and when they have it pointed out to them, they do a “funny” obnoxious exaggerated open mouthed chewing thing. It’s not funny. It’s pretty bad for my spirit, you crush it every time you do this.

3. People that act like reading is for idiots. If you are saying this, chances are, you’re the idiot. Reading exercises your brain. That’s why when I use a word such as “conspicuous” you don’t know what it means. I knew that word when I was eight, how’s that non-readers?! It means noticable, bitches.

4. When you firmly say something such as “No one can come in, unless you are here for the meeting” yet the guy that is just slightly bigger than you but certainly stupider still pushes past you and tries to procede with whatever his stupid oaf self wanted to do, which was play computer games. And then get kicked out anyway.

5. People that decide to have an opinion before researching or at least sort of looking into a matter. THEN tell you how wrong you are when you disagree with them, spewing out things that aren’t true.

6. This is more of a rhetorical question type thing- why would you own a car for a good, long time, and not clean it? Let me rephrase it, clean it when it’s dirty?! I mean really dirty, like, some weird stain on the middle seat belt in the back seat? And some grimey stuff in the center boxy thing? And why would you not do so if you were trying to sell it to me? (OH YEAH! I got a new car! It’s an old Jeep Cherokee, and I look super cool in it.)

7. I also hate people that decide to tell you about how terribly or how you aren’t doing something, while they are worse or not doing something themselves. This is even worse when you are doing a thing or doing a thing well. Then you have to bust some heads.

8. Possibly the thing I hate most. When you say you love something, someone, or make a casual joke or comment, then some terrible, horrible ass of a person decides to either express their hatred of said thing or person, or make a comment about how they hate the basis of your comment or joke. Example: I say, “Hey, it’s 10:10 AM, make a wish. Haha.” ten second pause. Terrible person, “I hate it when people say to make a wish on something like five fifty-five or ten ten. It’s eleven eleven. People should get it right.” Then they looked right at me. First of all, it’s not like I’m going, “COME! The time wish fairy is upon us! Wish! Wish!” Second of all, I hate you.

9. I hate a lot of people who get boob jobs. They say it’s for more self-confidence. It’s always “With these new D’s I can go out and feel good about myself! With my small chest, I had no confidence.” I have small boobies, and I like them that way. I have plenty of confidence. I want to say to those women who get giant, giant boobs, “Okay, you have new boobs, but maybe you had no confidence because of your scary face. Now when small children see you in the street, they run from both the boobs and the face. Get those things taken out.”

10. I’ll tell you one thing I DON’T hate, Demetri Martin. Sorry to break the ten things I hate, but I LOVE that man. I’m fine with the sixteen year age difference, so fine with it. If you haven’t seen his special that was on Comedy Central Sunday, I highly and strongly recommend you check that out. It’s not just dull old stand-up stuff, he sets a lot of it to music and that’s pretty wow. If he ever had a singing CD out, I’d buy it. I’d buy fifty, and rent a helicopter, and fly over Somalia, throwing them out to the hungry Somalian children. Just because.

So you ask “Why, dearest Olivia, why do you hate these shopping destinations so?” Well, I will tell you.

First of all, it’s The Man. The Man that puts you down, you know the one. The Man controls these two stores, and I’m not a fan of The Man.

But the main reason, the most obvious reason, is because you can smell the store in a mall, two stores away. And I’m talking two stores away like big two stores, maybe a Gap and a Banana Republic away, you know, bigger stores. Not some tiny candle store. I hate candle stores too though. Anywho, that smell, that strong odor of way, way, WAY, too much perfume/cologne sprayed about. This stench hits you and you feel as if you’ve been bitch-slapped by it! And that’s not the worst part!

The worst part is walking in, then you come close to suffocating. Every time I go into either of the two stores I come out with a headache and feel a bit dizzy. They are numbing your senses so that you will buy their twenty five dollar underwear. What terrible people.

Speaking of the people, the people! The folks that work there most of the time are all up in your face half the time, or can’t seem to find the time to help you the other half. I’m all “I need help” and they’re all “hold your damn horses little lady, I’m straightening shirts!” And then I’m all “Whatev.” and they’re all “Oh no you didn’t.” (Not really). Anywho, I don’t like that in a salesperson. I like one that sort of sits to the side and watches you, but not in a creepy way, and when you get that confused look on your face, they come to your aid.

Also, and not meaning to sound like an old person, but really. Their music is way too loud! I can’t hear anything in there. My phone rang three times, and I didn’t hear it! Have you heard my phone ring? It’s annoying! I tried recording a song off of my ipod onto it, and it’s fuzzy. Great song though.

Now, after all this angry ranting, I’ll leave you with a little sumthin-sumthin; it’s a picture my Grandma took of Wilbur the puppy who they puppy-sat for a bit in August, enjoy!

For more amazing pictures like the one above, you can click HERE.

Many a time, I think to myself, “Wow, this would be so much easier if I were just a man.” So I have decided to weigh the factors and find out, really, if it would be easier to be a boy!

Exibit A-Hair
Not only the hair on your head, but the hair that grows on your legs and under your tiny little woman arms. It’s stressful! Tonight I tried finding a decent haircut because I really, really need one. I just can’t find one that I’m totally in love with. I found one I like (Sarah Chalke at the Scrubs DVD launch party) and so I figure that will work, but it would have saved me an hour and a half of intense Google-ing if I had been born an Eli instead of an Olivia. As for the shaving, it takes intense concentration as well as time to shave a leg well, and sometimes, I want to be a hippy. Or a man.

Exibit B-Strength
Many a time I find myself far too weak to move large items or beat a helpless nerd up. If I were a man, I like to believe I’d be a semi-muscular man with a faint natural six pack, and I wouldn’t beat up the nerds. I’d be the nerd protector! Like a superhero!

Exibit C-Pregnancy
Everyone is always very overjoyed about someone having a little baby in their belly. I figure I’d be happy, but also somewhat peeved that I, not my baby-daddy, was in the position of incubator, being forced to carry a living, wiggling thing around in my belly for nine months, consipating me, giving me stretch marks, and at the end of it all, squeezing through my nether-regions screaming and crying, while I would also be screaming and crying seeing as a tiny but still large creature was coming out of me.

If I were a man-
I would be a gay man. And my boyfriend would be Callum Blue. We would meet one cold, foggy morning at the airport in Taiwan. We would both be arriving to the location of a new feature film, starring him with myself as the director. We’d exchange curious glances and fall deeply in love while we chatted on the bus taking us to the small village by the sea where we would be shooting the film. He’d invite me back to his trailer and we’d have tea and crumpets. We’d stay up talking for hours and eventually fall asleep in eachothers’ arms. And we’d adopt a little baby from some random country and name it something crazy like Fantasy, or Han Solo, or Tree. And we’d also have a duck farm, I don’t know why, it just seems to go well with the fantasy (not the baby).

With many fabulous shows taking breaks, I, as a sane person, believe they must be doing something well worth the emotional anguish the lack of good TV is causing me. So here are my hopes/predictions of what amazing things they must be doing while taking crazy long breaks:

Heroes- There had better be some naked Peter scenes, maybe he absorbs the power to be invisible, strips down to complete invisiblity, then loses the power? I like the sound of that! And I’d like credit for that idea should they use it. I’d like to see more of Sylar without the hat/pretty bad outfit he has on. Put a sweater and cords on the man, and BAM, I don’t mind that he’s a bad guy! Unless he kills Peter, then it’s over between us. I’d even take Issac the dirty painter naked, just help me out a little.

Lost- Again, there had better be lots and lots of nudity upon the return of Lost. Preferably Sawyer, Jack, and maybe even Jin. We got to see a half-naked Sawyer, but a more naked Kate. I don’t want to see naked Kate, I don’t care about naked Kate, Sawyer has a nice bod goin’ on there! He even looks good all dirty and cage-sexy. Rawr.

Daybreak- Didn’t take a long break, but it was long enough. I’d like it to go to a new day. Really. It’s the same thing over and over, but with a minor new thing. It’s driving me ten kinds of crazy. And maybe some nekkid Adam Baldwin, I’ve had the hots for him since Firefly. I will have to admit though, he was way, way, way more attractive in Firefly and Serenity. I like my men in westerny/dusty/futuristic-ish clothes more than suits.

Scrubs- It’s only been a few weeks, but SERIOUSLY! What’s going to happen?! Is the new pregnant by Zach Braff chick going to be a permanent character?! Are they REALLY going to have a baby?! I don’t think I can see it. I’m freaking out. And I’ve seen Zach Braff semi-nude, and don’t think I want to see any more of him, he’s pretty hairless and white.

Lastly, Smallville- Okay, not too many people I know really watch Smallville, but it’s totally one of my favorite shows of all time. I have the hots for Lex Luthor, and now the Green Arrow, and now I see they’re bringing even MORE superheroes onto the show? God help me, if they have a part for Wonder Woman available, I had better audition, because they have some serious man candy on that set. And the superhero ones are pretty built, they’re no skinny white Zach Braff types. (But I really do sort of love skinny pale Zach Braff types…)

Now since I have reached a point where I’m faced with the issue of which type of men I like better, skinny Zachs or built supermen, I’ll have to address that problem another time. Boggles the mind, which do you guys like?

Every now and then, I like to go out on the town of Mississippi and enjoy the very exciting things that go on on a day to day basis!

The day started out at Circuit City, where I was obviously a rowdy, no-good, havoc-wreaking teenager, as shown by my sitting in the center of a circle of random TV’s.

Next, I showed how much of a rebel I was by going IN the OUT. I could tell that the people of Circuit City were intimidated by me as everyone walked around me with looks of pure shock upon their faces.

Our next stop was the book store, where I found some very disturbing literature. Who knew that Peanuts had deep meaning! I always thought that they were simple comic strips in the newspaper about an Emo kid with a dog! Crazy Jesus-lovin’ Peanuts!

Shortly after, I found a book that I could really relate to. It touched my soul, and evoked feelings in me that I myself was not aware of before then.

Then I found some boobs in a jar! Some children’s toy!

I later found love with the Elk outside of the hunting store. We were supposed to be married in the Spring, but then…

…Then I found out he had anger issues when he nearly attacked Parker! However, in all fairness, Parker did make a move on me right in front of Elky just after he had proposed.

It wasn’t long after that we fell back into our old habits when finding a collosal sharpie/highlighter display…

We had to jump a fence to get away from our dealers that we hadn’t paid for our drug of choice-office supplies. I got stuck and cried out for help as Parker took a picture.

We found out that if we wanted to continue our Grand Day Out, that we would have to brave various elements throughout the shopping. Perhaps the worst of all-Crocs. The foamy, colorful, rubber, soul-crushing shoe that has swept, if not just Mississippi, the entire Nation. Talk about weapons of mass destruction.

Parker had an unlucky meeting with a Bear. Luckily, I was there to give the bear the beat-down, sadly, no pictures were taken of this event of mass-beating because a random hillbilly approached us, telling us that we “can’t take them there pitchers in this here establisment.***”

A little later, we found an interesting artifact, dating back to possibly 51 AD, a time where the Canine breed actually liked Head Collars, and we were lucky enough to find their favorite, deep in the depths of Petco.

After all the excitement of the day, you can imagine I was pretty tired out, but still fully ready to stick it to the man if I had a chance. This picture was a prime example of multi-tasking. In this tent in the Hunting store, I was not only catching exactly three Z’s, but having an illegal picture taken of me. Take that rednecks!

**Mississippian lingo may have be dramatized for full reader enjoyment.

Recently, I have been noticing many, many groups being totally put down without the putter-downers even noticing! During the holiday season, especially, those who do not celebrate Christmas are ridiculed as “Merry Christmas!” is thrown in their faces! Well folks, I’m about to get my defend on, and today, I have the Jews’ backs!

I, as an individual whom is one eighth Jewish, am completely offended and generally put-down by this Christmas tyranny!!

It’s always, “Hey! Buy this amazing George Foreman Grill to put under the Christmas Tree “. Oh yeah?! What about a Chanukah bush, you heartless Christmas-junkie-advertising-people?!

And you know that Chanukah is AWESOME! Seriously! Did Adam Sandler not show the world so in “Eight Crazy Nights?” I rest my case. Gotcha! I don’t. Because I have WAY more crazy important/amazing points to make.

Christmas dictators go on about this one glorious day of gifts and Baby Jesus. What they don’t remind you of is how it all goes so quickly on Christmas morning. With Chanukah, you have eight NIGHTS of presents. A few here, a few there, it lasts over a week!

And you get to light candles! Who in their right mind doesn’t like fire?! Plus, you have to remember that these Christmas-Drug-Pushers keep on about the Baby Jesus, but they don’t remind you about how the Baby Jesus was a Jew, lighting his little Baby Jesus Chanukah candles. Can’t knock what the Baby Jesus did. No sir. Unless it’s soiling yourself, as babies do. You probably shouldn’t do that.

In conclusion, “Happy Holidays” is the gracious, respectable thing to yell at Quiznos employees as well as others in other instances when either you, or they, are leaving/entering a place. Because when you yell “Merry Christmas!” to me, at least, one eighth of me is totally ticked.

(I did have a wonderful Christmas though, and I hope you did too! Or Chanukah! And also Kwanza! And any other Winter-related holiday!)