THIS is the 2nd to last post of 2010? Yup.

(Lea looks ferociously over-tanned in this picture, so thus I don't like it that much, but it will eventually provide a semi segway later on)

So for Christmas I got my dad a Yankee poster in a picture frame that showcases the old school stadium they had that he would always visit when he was little. I'm sentimental like that and that may be one of my better qualities.

Well he hasn't hung it up yet, due to the fact that he hasn't had string or the time to. The picture has been leaning up against the wall near the front door. My pup, Tito, so unused to seeing intruders in the house, barks as viciously as a chihuahua can when he sees his reflection. This leads me to my next point.

Tito barks at the Yankee poster. He sees his little self in the reflection and goes crazyyyy, which leads to some very interesting commentary from my father, whose vocabulary is widely expansive and colorful like a peacock. He takes pride in his Yankees, so seeing a turncoat such as Tito, who would dare bark at their poster for any reason, causes him to rage, much like how I do when I sit next to people eating oatmeal during class.

ON ANOTHER NOTE: I'm working on a bit of poetry that is possibly nsfw & slightly pornographic, but I came up with an awesome title so I'm just gonna roll with it. No expected due date.

ANOTHER NOTE: because my complete season 1 accumulation of Glee decided to conk out on the very last episode *rage*, I will most likely have to either A) attempt to exchange it for a whole new unopened season 1 or B) purchase the last disc of the season in hopes THAT disc works as well. I bought this whole season when it was still new, so I don't understand how the last disc, ONLY, is the one with the horrible DVD skipping quality.

NOTE: because my father and I have officially "finished" season 1 of Glee, he will now start playing Mass Effect, which he says very oddly, but then again he's my dad and the sole source of my quirkiness. I'm aware that everyone says words differently, but he's on a whole other scale. Words that are written exactly as they sound, he will sometimes butcher the word. An example of his impeccable spelling: finnical - you would think he meant finical, but no. He meant to write "financial" but doesn't know how to spell it. I love my father dearly. Well, my father calls the game Mass E-fect, which a major emphasis on the E, as if the E were the purpose for the whole existence of such a game.

Reigning in the new year the way I usually do - high probability.
My father learning grammar and spelling in the new year - low probability.
Loving my family anymore than I already do now - zero probability, because that's just not possible.
♥



This is so fucking adorable.