Christmas Shopping

So last Friday my sister and I went Christmas shopping downtown. I have a habit of attempting to encourage reading by buying everyone books (which has been working, as far as I know, with the kids I babysit) and as such resulted in me leaving Borders with such a heavy bag that, after hauling it around for about three hours, left me with sore trapezium. Good 'ole trapezium. They're very useful.

After hiding out in an expensive clothing store just because it was warm, accidentally ripping out my earrings while trying on a top (I got my ears pierced about two months back and no one ever tells you about the weeks and weeks of difficulties that follow the initial 4-6 week cleaning-leaving-the-earrings-in thing) and getting shouted at by a tarot card reader ("Hey - lady in the green with the long hair! Get back here!") who apparently really wanted to read my future, my sister and I slipped into Marini's - the lovely chocolate and candy shop to get fat. We went all out and even split a piece of chocolate cake.

And you'll never believe who we saw in the store. SANTA! He was sitting there in a green chair with a sign on it that read "reserved for Santa." I know that the Santas in department stores aren't the "real" Santa, but you never know where he might turn up, and I was curious if this could be the really real Santa. So I asked him if I could take his picture. He was so nice about it that I asked if I could be in it with him. He said of course. As I tried to crouch beside him he patted his knee, insisting that I sit on his lap. I should have seen it coming. But this was a thin old man and I'm about 135 lbs - I figured I'd snap his femur, but alas. My sister took the picture then he eagerly insisted that I take one of her next. Just when we thought we were getting away he said, "And now let's get some nice person to take on of BOTH of you!" We tried to explain that it was fine, but he leapt up and snagged some random bum-like man off the street and asked him to take our picture.

Of course, this was in front of the store window so several passerby were stopping to catch a glimpse of the pimping Santa, since it took ages for the random guy off the street to figure out how to take the picture. You'll note our pained smiles. At least mothers used us "big kids" taking our picture with Santa as encouragement for their children and all of the sudden Santa was inundated with kids.





Each step we took away from the store brought more laughter. We wound up so distracted by the weirdness of what had just happened that we started heading in the wrong direction and had to power-walk past the store window again, refusing to look in at the Big Man. "He wasn't the real Santa!" my sister noted. "He had these little fake black things covering his shoes to look like boots!" As if we didn't already know - he was an impostor!

I think the real Santa was the Santa I saw riding by on a bike in a Hawaiian shirt and Santa hat. He probably was taking a break at our seaside city before he had to get back to work.

When we got home and looked at the pictures Alex was being driven crazy trying to figure out who that "Santa" reminded her of... I thought he looked familiar, too... and then it hit her. It makes perfect sense. Harry from Harry and the Hendersons. The resemblance is uncanny.

Happy Christmas Eve Eve!

Happy Solstice!

With the semester finally over and the solstice, here, I celebrated by baking an almond Yule Log and decorating my room (as I do every year) with moons and stars.



Now only a few more days till Christmas Eve and Santa comes! Yay!

I've finally gotten around to reading my copy of Northern Lights and am enjoying in so far. I hope to see the film soon.

I've yet to figure out how to properly use the "user friendly" mac, but I'll forcibly devote some time to it later. As it is, I'm happy to announce that my last-minute video "My Stargate Story" made it to the top ten finalists of the Amanda Tapping Stargate Atlantis Superfan Contest. That means Mrs. (or is it Ms. when you keep your maiden name? Assuming that is her maiden name...) Tapping will be forced to watch our video then pick a finalist. While I'm honored, I'm not holding my breath. That poor woman. Bless her. Here's our entry in case you missed it (sorry if it displays twice, I can't seem to fix that):

My Stargate Story

Hope you're all well! Next time - my Christmas shopping experience.

Melissa - thank you, darling! I think we've named it The Fat Man. And what movie-making software would that be? Final Cut Pro? I'm so new to the mac world. I'm used to sneering at it!

gods lil Tippy - Many thanks to you, as well, sweetie! And Merry Christmas to you, too!

tedrick - Thanks! I know - FINALLY. I have no idea. I'm hoping I don't get anything lower than a B+ but you never know. Next semester I'm taking the two American Lit courses and a screenwriting class that I don't actually have to show up to. How about you? And let me know how the gifts go over... some of them are in a picture I put up here somewhere.

A Surprise

Beauty

Over the past year I've strayed into becoming a night owl. Night classes don't help, either. Nor does being a bum. As such, I went to bed around 4:30 last night and woke up at noon. As such, noon was my morning, and as I drank my coffee I noticed a large brown box on the deck. My brother's always ordering essential car parts (like the Dixie horn and testicles for his truck) so I assumed it was his. A little bit later my mom announced that it was for me. I was surprised to find that it was from MGM.

My sister was home early so we opened it together, assuming it was a DVD set of the TV show Reno 911, which we've never seen, but entered a parody contest for a few months ago. Since we were the only entry MGM "killed" the contest and the guy running it was nice enough to say he'd try to get us some DVDs for our trouble. Though the box felt a little heavy for DVDs.

On the top was crumpled papers from the LA Times followed by the most exciting sight of tons of... wait for it... free FedEx envelopes! Imagine the joy. I squealed. When we cleared all of those out we stared in shock. At the bottom of the box was a white Apple bag. Inside it was a white Apple box. Inside that was a white Apple Macbook. We stared in shock. Who the hell would send us a free computer?

My only deduction is that it's a prize for winning the Reno Vs. Chapelle contest... or rather for entering, since as I said the contest died. I hope it wasn't sent to me by mistake. There was no "congratulations" letter or anything. It was like Santa came early! Though if a free laptop is the reward for stuffing my bra and and murdering a bear after getting farted on on-screen, then I'm saving my socks for just that from now on. Though it could just be that we were the only entrants. Here's the video I assume merited this:



I'm not a "Mac person" and hate feeling like I'm owned by the Man (meaning the pear-shaped Steve Wozniak who frequents the area) but am intrigued by this new machine. That is, when it's on. When it's off it's terrifying. It just sits there on my bed like a fat white man, blinking expectantly. My sister and I deduced that it frightens us because it cast a spell in the delivery truck. This is insight into my 4.0 GPA.

Here are some pictures from the event:

Alex making good use of the envelopes.

The fat man himself.

And here's footage of the momentous event - my sister doing the honors of opening it for the first time:



My reaction to it all:

My Stargate Story

I finally entered the Amanda Tapping Stargate Atlantis Super Fan Contest. Here's my entry:



The original was about 20 mins long... so imagine how much more there actually is to "my Stargate story." Some of what was cut:

- The fact that my older brother would sprint outside during commercials to lift weights in the hopes of looking like Teal'c.

- I once read that Amanda Tapping answers all of her fan mail so I sent her a letter... in 2002... and am still waiting for a reply. I'll probably take a little while to send her a thank you note when I do get my response.

- My first exposure to Stargate was the film when, in sixth grade, I did all that was expected of me and got to go to an end of the year party. We were studying ancient Egypt at the time (which merited the film) and our parents had to sign permission slips to allow us to watch a PG-13 movie. Alas, the party ended before the film so I was left wondering what happened to Col. O'Neill and Dr. Jackson after they were captured until I begged my mom to rent the movie that summer.

- The TV series began when I was in jr. high and I wasn't always allowed to watch it. Probably because I was very impressionable... though as you can tell from our fan films, the damage was already done.

- I used the excuse that I had to get home early from high school dances to watch my show to get out of dancing with boys who were even bigger geeks than I was.

- I used to wish I had glasses so that I'd look more like a Dr. Jackson nerd and would get upset over my perfect vision and the fact that my friends laughed when I'd ask if I was a nerd, assuring me otherwise... much to my dismay.

- I like cheese.

- I was influenced by Daniel and Indiana Jones and wanted to be an archaeologist for ages until I realized that, as is the case with most sciences, much of one's time is spent teaching and grant writing. I then realized that I just like reading about what archaeologists have figured out rather than having to do the work myself.

- I wrote a journal entry my freshman year of high school about observing school from the POV of a traveler from the stargate and how terrible school was. I was depressed that summer was over. My teacher was disturbed by my emo-ness.

- Daniel and I had a falling out... after I read an article about why Michael Shanks left the show (allegedly because he wanted more Daniel-centric episodes) "Michael Shanks" became a swear word in our house. My sister even had an sign on her door that had his name with a cross over it. Imagine our horror when we were forced to see him naked when he came back onto the show. The roof nearly blew off as my sister and my best friend and I all shrieked and tried to close one eye.

- We then realized that Daniel had formed a nudist colony, hence all of the clothes that were constantly left behind after he'd help others "ascend." I will stop here lest my pervertedness rear its head.

- There is much more I can say about Michael Shanks, including the horrible fact that the two children (1 and 3 at the time) that I took care of would knock over block towers shouting "Osama bin Laden!" and "Michael SHANKS!" I even have it on film.

- David Hewlett's fans at the A Dog's Breakfast screening all-but terrified me. I won't go into the specifics of the reasons why lest I offend any readers.

- Martin Gero is my MySpace friend and helped me with a school project once. We're so BFFs. Except not.

- When I first heard about the spinoff Atlantis, I laughed. When I saw the cast photograph I laughed harder.

- I fell in love with Atlantis and would watch it while coloring in my Harry Potter coloring book after my wisdom teeth were pulled. I could blame the Vicodin but that would be a lie - I just liked coloring in it.

- My sister wasn't allowed to watch Atlantis at first because my mom thought it was too scary with the Wraith. I assured her that if she had seen the severed heads flying over the walls of Gondor in Return of the King, she could handle this. I won.

- When Ford left the show, I'd randomly collapse on the floor crying "Rainbooooow!" because I wanted Ford back and thought that Rainbow Sun was the coolest frickin' name ever. It still is. I also thought he was cute. I still do.

- When Ronon first came on the show I had no idea that he was a cast regular and kept waiting for him to leave. He didn't. Then I liked him. Teyla finally had a fellow-alien BFF.

- When we first saw a picture of Atlantis season 2 my mom thought that Ronon was Ford with plucked eyebrows and dreads. Suffice it to say that it was a very small picture. Though Ronon's plucked eyebrows, creating the perpetually-surprised look, still kinda creep me out.

- Sometimes Sheppard scares me.

- Weir has always scared me.

- Toes often scare me.

- Children's shows almost always scare me.

- I have nightmares about oompa loompas.

Okay, I've gotten rather side tracked. There's lots more I could say, but I'll spare you, whoever you are.

Scarves and Moldy Pumpkins

Wow - it doesn't feel like it but it's been over 20 days since I last posted! As you can see, I've been busy knitting scarves - some on commission and some just to sell to the unsuspecting public of my university. Which is probably illegal. If I suddenly am never heard from again I was probably hauled off by the police and tasered for possessing a scarf - a deadly weapon. But in all honesty - I've sold all of the scarves in the picture except for the reject little orange one and the Gryffindor Harry Potter scarf! This has been a good year. I'm busily knitting more to fulfill my last-minute commissions and to sell to a few who were interested when I ran out of stock, but it looks like I've already earned Christmas present money.

I've done this for about three years, now... maybe four. The year I was trying to sell as many as possible to earn money for my trip to Ireland that January was particularly interesting. People saw me sitting there outside of the Student Union and thought all kinds of strange things. One man asked me if I was with the Commonwealth, and another asked if I was from Ireland. Apparently I look the part of my impoverished ancestors peddling their wares! I should start talking with my Irish accent when I try to sell them - maybe people would be more interested in buying them.

The same year that I was raising money for Ireland this barefoot hippie sat down at the table next to mine and held a piece of hemp between his toes and began weaving it. He was selling hemp knot jewelry... though who would buy it after watching him weave it with his toes all over it is beyond me. In fact, I didn't see him sell anything. After he tried to make conversation for an hour or so I ditched him. Nothing that interesting has happened this year other than being asked if I had an online shop where people could order scarves. Maybe that's not a bad idea...

Ah, the holiday season is here! The tree outside my window is completely naked except for a few leaves. I have a yearly tradition of cheering the straggler leaves on as the wind blows, trying to knock them off. Thanksgiving has come and gone rather uneventfully. I accidentally got drunk last year by drinking a spiked eggnog before eating anything and as such was a bit more careful this year. I tried to play Halo with my sister and cousins and my six-year-old cousin killed me several times. That wasn't because of the brandy -- I just suck that bad.

But enough about me. Time for some BEAUTY! Pictures of this blog's namesake: Moldy Pumpkin. For those who woefully do not know, the phrase comes from our fan film Stargate Atlantis: Discovery, wherein we meet Ronon's MOMMA for the first time.

When a teenaged Ronon dares to ask MOMMA why she's so mean, her response is, "Do you know what you looked liked when you were born? Ever seen a moldy pumpkin?!"

So here it is, imagery of baby RoRo:

I think the Voldemort on the left looks so awesome. Though my random mean guy in the middle is pretty hectic. And the redneck vampire on the end has aged well, too.

Atlantis Jackson: Yay thanks for your comments! Chaplin cracks me up. And yes - the jokes in our films are meant to be politically incorrect. I'm very irreverent when it comes to humor. Though getting saluted as dier fuhrer was a little disturbing! As for the picture from the earthquake... I now have it! Though I must warn you - I look like Baba Yaga in it! As for the school paper - I have no idea. I've had my picture taken for it more than once and I'm never on campus the next day to pick up a copy to see if it made it in. It probably doesn't matter anyway, since I make such a convincing man they probably captioned the picture as "Kelvin" rather than Kellie. ;o) Here's the one from the quake:

Season Finale!

Can you believe it? It took us long enough to get there, but Bone Rice Films has just wrapped up our historic first season of Stargate Atlantis fan films with this new installment, "Hidden." Our "season" began back in August of 2006 when we made the first fan film for fun then decided to put it up on YouTube in case there were a few more deranged Atlantis fans out there. As it turns out, there were several.

I hope you enjoy this episode and stay "tuned" for "Hidden, Part II" sometime in the coming months!

Stargate Atlantis: Hidden

Description: In this season finale, Weir hosts a talent show in an effort to distract the people of Atlantis while Vala hunts down the alien intruder from "Unexpected." TRT: 21 minutes.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Oh yes, and because I promised my non-existant readers to share the story of last Halloween in my next post, here it is. And it's conveniently related to our first Atlantis fan film, too.

It was right around Halloween that our first Atlantis fan film, "Unexpected," was put up on the actor Jason Momoa's official website. This was, of course, very exciting to us for it meant more exposure (I'd guess maybe 5 people scrolled to the bottom of the page and saw the links before heading off to the forums gush about how gorgeous he is. Not that there's anything wrong with that - homeboy's a beautiful guy. But I'm trying to be realistic about what "exposure" means in this case). I was suddenly worried because "Unexpected" was made with a lot of inside jokes and wasn't originally intended for "mass consumption." I have a very irreverent sense of humor and it's rubbed off onto my little sister.

We have made a joke of the fact that Weir is a diplomat and interested in cultures in the real show by making her ignorant and somewhat bigoted in our "show." But you always run the risk of being misinterpreted and I was paranoid about the joke our Weir makes about Teyla and Ronon not being allowed to wear uniforms because they're "brown people." Nevermind the fact that my sister and I were the Teyla and Ronon in question and that we take no offense to the joke that teases how Teyla and Ronon never wear uniforms. But we live in a very color-conscious world (where, for example, I fill out hundreds of forms that ask me to identify myself then have a long list of races with the last being a color, "White." A friend of mine once joked that someday she'd fill in "other" with "Vanilla" because she wanted to be a flavor rather than a color. I'm always tempted to write "North Atlantic Islander") and I did get at least one comment by someone who didn't find Weir's ignorance all that funny. That was before YouTube killed my account for having Atlantis music videos so that comment disappeared with all the others when I started a new account.

A day or two later was Halloween and I dressed up as one of my favorite comedians, actors, filmmakers and all-around genius, Charlie Chaplin. Or rather, I dressed up as his character the Little Tramp. It was interesting to go to school like that - not everyone knows who Chaplin is these days! Though one girl in my poetry class couldn't stop staring at me then gushed to our classmates that she couldn't help it because I make a very attractive man. Bless her. I never know what to make of those comments. After I made The Lord of the Freaks people were constantly telling me I looked so much like Elijah Wood. I can't necessarily disagree - we're both pasty, dark-haired and have eyeballs way too big for our heads. At least they give me good peripheral vision. I survived those years with my feminine self-esteem by the counter-comments I'd receive that "You look just like Arwen." That one I can't agree with but take as a high compliment - Liv Tyler is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And what's not to love about Arwen? By the gods I've gotten sidetracked...

So there I was waddling around campus. Someone stopped me to take my picture for the school paper. Another boy catcalled across the street, shouting, "hey you little tramp!" I don't think I'll ever be so elated to be called that. Someone knew who I was! I'm in love with that guy, whoever he was.

I took the bus home and my mom picked me up from the bus stop on her way to the grocery store. I was telling her about my anxieties about the joke in our fan film and she told me to not worry about. I was beginning to feel better when two teenaged boys spotted me in the car and started jumping up and down, shouting "hail Hitler!" and saluting me Nazi style. It was like a Seinfeld episode - even strangers thought I was racist!

I guess not everyone knows that Hitler loved Chaplin and grew his mustache to emulate him. If I could find a picture of me in costume I'd put it up. But alas!

I hope you're enjoying the many changing colors of autumn!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

I hope you all had a chilling All Hallow's Eve! It was a fun day for me and certainly is a favorite holiday. I love the tangible magic in the air and the wonder and delight of all the children. Celebrating the eve as a liminal night when the dead return is such a thrilling, life-affirming ritual that it really is a shame we only make an allowance for it once a year.

The pictures are of our jack o' lanterns. The first (from left to right) is my sister's rendition of Lord Voldemort, the middle is my carving of some smug guy, and the last is my brother's redneck vampire. I think his is the best. The next picture is of the caramel apples my mom made. They were delicious though she constantly lamented that "they look like a moron made them!" Next is a terrible picture of my sister and I. She was a poor sod who got run over and I was uh... well... I'm not quite sure. I did the make-up for a Vampire but then I couldn't get the teeth to stick and the gown I was looking for seems to have disappeared. So I threw on the Renaissance outfit that my neighbor made for me 2 years back in her bribe to get me to go to the Renaissance Faire with her. So I guess I was some sort of dead Renaissance Faire reveler. Or something. I don't know. I was really off my game this year. I usually have a costume in far advance for this wonderful holiday. I'll have to tell the funny story about last Halloween in my next post. This one is dedicated to the spooky events of October 30th:

I always find it hard to pay attention in my second night class on Tuesday evenings. It runs from 7-9:45 and I have an hour commute so it's kind of a big deal. And we don't always get a lot done in that class - most of the work is done at home. Last class our professor encouraged us all to bring our laptops so I brought mine. My sister was stuck at home, on the other side of the mountain range, with my mom's book club. I couldn't let her bear that alone so I covertly signed onto messenger and started instant messaging her while my professor gave an example of what a paper presentation at a conference is like.

Alex was hiding in her room as the book club ate our Halloween cookies. I told her to steal some for me but she couldn't - the women wouldn't leave the cookies! Every once in a while she snuck down the hallway and took covert photographs of the goings ons and sent them to me along with her spy report. It was all fun and games and much more interesting than the paper my professor was presenting. He was going off about Tor House - the house made of rocks that the poet Robinson Jeffers had built by hand along the coast in Carmel. I honestly was half-paying attention but there's only so much you can take. But my professor's discussion of Jeffers' expression of the sublime in his poetry was suddenly enhanced as a deep rumbling snapped the air.

I had been 6 years old for almost 2 weeks when what is known as the Loma Prieta earthquake of 1989 struck. People in other parts of the country don't seem to realize that it was actually centered in the Santa Cruz Mountains (which rose during the quake). I was playing hide and go seek with my older brother and had just crawled behind a footrest leaning against the wall to hide when I felt the 7.0 quake. My mom turned into a bear and yanked the footrest off of me and had me run outside while she grabbed my baby brother. The windows flopped to and fro in their frames like a bubble being blown on a wand. I still can't watch Titanic without hearing the groans of the sinking ship and breaking dishes and thinking of the sounds of that earthquake. I sat outside with my older brother watching and listening to our house falling apart. I'd never been in such a large quake before (and haven't since) and, dinosaur nut that I was, assumed the worst. "This isn't an earthquake - it's a giant volcano coming up out of the ground and it's gonna blow up and we're all gonna die like the dinosaurs!" 2 years my senior, my brother comforted me with a panicked, "I know!" Luckily, it wasn't a giant volcano and we only lost almost all of our glassware and our chimney. The aftershocks were terrifying and we didn't know when they'd stop. People died. Buildings burned. The water and electricity didn't work. We couldn't go back into our house for a while. But my loved ones all made it through okay. Needless to say, I was a traumatized toot and made my dad stay in my room with me until I fell asleep for months afterwards. Well-into my teenaged years I would get an adrenaline rush whenever I heard a rumbling sound that sounded like an earthquake. I like to think I developed a sixth sense (for once in sixth grade I randomly stood up in fear in the middle of watching a video and just as a kid started to yell at me to sit back down, an earthquake struck) but more honestly, I was just scared.

Even now when I'm an old lady I often look out the window when a loud plane flies by when I'm in class (the planes are a lot lower and louder in the city). I admit that after September 11th I'm more afraid of the planes crashing into buildings, but still. I've had to learn to filter out the scary sounds. So I was kicking myself when the scary sound actually was an earthquake on Tuesday.

The classroom is a rectangle with windows lining one side. We sit at long tables arranged in a rectangle - we're trapped and cramped in a small box. When the quake hit, students were suddenly leaping out of their chairs. I did, as well, with a mind to run to the door, but as soon as I saw my classmates diving under the tables I did the same. But first I slammed my laptop shut with the bizarre, misguided notion that by doing such I was somehow protecting my little sister (with whom I'd been chatting) and a piece of equipment that my parents had spent a lot of money on (I actually have a pretty cheap laptop that I got on sale for about $600 a few years back but my parents surprised me by paying for it since I tend to be a Hermione in school). This is the same kind of thinking that made me always want to grab my lunchbox before we evacuated a building in elementary school during fire drills. My lunchbox? I've never cared that much about food, but I think what I cared about was the fact that my mother had made the food. What can I say? I'm a mommy's / daddy's girl.

I dove under the table and was on my hands and knees, feeling the floor beneath me pulsating like liquid - like waves in the sea. It really is beautiful despite the danger. I was paranoid about the windows right next to me. It was a 5.6 and was centered just a few miles from my university. Thus far there have been no reports of damage. Thank the gods we have good building codes. It lasted a good 30 seconds. My professor kept saying, "I think we're in the safest building on campus..." as we all waited it out. When it got quiet I looked across at him and said, "Well - I'm glad we're not in a rock house." Maybe you had to have been there but it was a funny moment. Though not quite as funny as the flash that suddenly went off while the ground was still shaking. My classmate Anthony (who took the lovely pictures at the MFA BBQ) had whipped out his camera and was photographing us under the tables! What a true journalist. He later asked if he could send one of me and the girl next to me to the school newspaper. Bless her - the girl next to me was from Serbia and this was her first earthquake. She was literally shaking for minutes afterwards. Another woman in the class is from Mississippi and after she announced that that was her first quake (for some reason we all applauded for her) she declared, "You Californians are crazy!" No argument there. But I'll take earthquakes over tornadoes, hurricanes, fires, snowstorms, and all those other scary things any day.

If/when I get the picture of us under the table I'll put it up for your amusement. My poor sister thought I had died in a building collapse because my laptop went insane for a while after the quake ("You survived the earthquake but your laptop did not!" the girl beside me joked) and it took me a bit to get back online to reassure her. Poor Alex. She isn't used to earthquakes. When it hit she thought it was the book club all running around the house. I love the way her mind works.

We ended class early (45 minutes later...) only to discover that we were supposed to have evacuated the building! They really should make that alarm louder. My ride texted me that she was leaving without me and my bus buddy ditched me for someone else (though he often reminds me of a sweet version of McKay so given McKay's reactions to earthquakes I guess that's not surprising...) so I wandered to the bus stop on my own. When I looked away from the flashing lights in the 8 story library (telling everyone to get out) I looked down to the bus stop bench only to notice a photograph of Fidel Castro. Talk about bizarre.

I made it home safe and sound and alive enough to type my tale. I certainly found it amusing and hope you do, too.

Last night I escorted my sister trick-or-treating. The benefit of having a sister 8 years younger than you is that you can really mold them as they're growing up (though I think Alex has even surpassed me with her insanity) and I have a vague excuse for my arrested development. Yes. This year was the first that I haven't gone trick-or-treating (to be fair, last year I was gathering candy for a young friend who'd just been in a car accident and was in the hospital) and gotten candy. I guess that's an upside to people thinking I look young (I in no way agree with this - I think I look my age or older) and hanging out with a younger kid. Though I did make her promise beforehand to give me a box of Nerds if she happened to get two. She did.