I Should Be Folding Laundry

The end, I love you

It's the final day of NaBloPoMo and I all I have to say is "ALLELUIA!  PRAISE THE LORD!  CAN I GET A WITNESS?!  YEEHAW!"

I am slightly overjoyed.  Even my non-blogging sister asked me while we were on the phone last night "aren't you excited that tomorrow is the 30th?"  Because she knows, she knows.  I responded very eloquently with "hell to the yes."  and "I'm totally not blogging this weekend.  At All." 

Which may or may not be the truth.  But it's more than likely the truth.  But then again, Christmas will be exploding all over our house this weekend, Christmas music, a NINE FOOT Christmas Tree, a 12 Foot Blow Up Snow Man, hundreds of ornaments, many of them could be broken, (if my memory serves me correctly, I was in a bad mood when un-decking my halls last year) and dozens upon dozens of homemade Christmas cookies.

But the cookies is a total lie.  We'll probably have Taco Bell, because nothing says "Be Jolly" like a Nachos Bell Grande.

You know I'm right.

Anyway, my point is that after the Christmas Explosion, I'll probably want to show you pictures on this here blog, but thanks to BooMama's Tour of Homes, I should be able to wait.  Therefore, you will have to wait until December 15th.

But first things first, tonight I am hosting drunco bunco for 12 very loud women (myself included) so I have a house to clean.   

Thank you, NaBloPoMo, for making me blog for thirty consecutive days.  I love you, but mostly I hate you.

In a friendly kinda way.

Boys vs. Girls

Alright, it's November 29th and I'm already stressing just a little bit about Christmas.

why?

Because I have already purchased almost all of Ariel's Christmas gifts, which is easy because her list is so very, very long and shopping for girls is like shopping for me.  Which is easy and fun.  Here's a snippet of the letter Ariel asked me to type out for Santa:

"I want to have a My Little Pony TeaPot and I want to have Briar Rose and Belle with a magic wand and they can change colors on their dresses and necklace and crowns. And I would like to have a castle with it and Jasmine, Ariel as a human and Prince Eric. Can I have My Little Pony things? And a real camera? And I would like to have a princess kitchen, and I would like to have some more ponies, please? And I would like to have more Dora books. And I would like to have more paintbrushes and paint and papers."

This is a snippet, friends.  Not to mention that Santa has already purchased necessities not on the list, like clothes, pajamas and underwear. (okay, and a High School Musical Microphone.)  In fact, today, Ariel added more to her list.  I explained to her, again, that this is just a list, in no way does it guarantee that she will receive everything, she replied by saying "okay, take the Jasmine off of the list, but I must have a Dora Talking Register."  Obviously, we have a long way to go as far as communication goes.

On the other hand.

Here's a snippet from Racecar's letter:

"I want a racecar, a red one.  And a tree."

Oh, did I say snippet?  Because I meant to say THAT IS HIS WHOLE LETTER.  And because he's three and because he has big chocolate eyes and because he snuggles on my lap for a total of one hour each day, I can't seem to get frustrated with him.

So, I went ahead and bought him something aside from the red racecar.  I have purchased some snow boots.  And a baseball glove.  Exciting, exciting stuff.

And that is all.

When I walk into the boy's aisle of toys filled with CARS!  AND TRACTORS! AND RAMPS!  AND SPIRAL RACETRACKS!  I walk right back out because it all seems pretty boring to me.

But the girls stuff, there's so much of it and it's much more interesting than things with wheels.

I guess I better find out what kind of tree he wants, because it looks like that's what he'll be getting.

I better buy LOTS of wrapping paper.

Thirty-One

Tomorrow, Brian turns thirty-one.

And thankfully, this year will be the easiest birthday so far.  No begging him to tell me what he wants, I won't be needing to dash into Best Buy or Circuit City or even Barnes and Noble.

It's all been taken care of it.  All I need to do is buy a cake from Coldstone Creamery and make dinner.

Because he bought his own gift in October.

A 56 inch gift.  It's my most favorite birthday of his so far.  Maybe next year he'll buy a finished basement.

Hair Trauma

Today, Ariel and I had hair drama.  If interested, I wrote about it here.

Wordless Wednesday

My niece.

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Crumbs

I have to be honest with you.  I am not feeling well.  I haven't felt very well since Sunday.  Call it Post Traumatic Turkey Disorder or an Over-Indulgence in Seeing Too Many Christmas Lights already, or maybe it was All of The Drinking, either way, I'm not feeling well, my stomach and I are having a bit of a misunderstanding, and it's not fun.

At all.

I've been eating a lot of crackers.

Which creates quite the mess.

Which leaves me vacuuming up the crumbs.  All. Day. Long.

Today, I feel a little better, I've had some toast and some cereal and an apple.  So far, so good. 

In the meantime, I'll leave the chores for the children to complete.

And try not to stare at the wildly disturbing "Clown Santa" Racecar brought home from school today.

And then before I do all of that not cleaning and not staring at the scary "Clown Santa", I thought I would leave you with a picture of Racecar's bedhead.  Because his bedhead alone makes me want to get him out of bed each morning.

Bag Lady

I typically do not make it a secret that I can sometimes be a little, shall we say, domestically challenged.  I mean, when it comes to doing the dishes and wiping the countertops, I typically git r' done.  But there are some things, like well, folding laundry and cleaning toilets and cleaning the grout in my ceramic floors that are usually ignored.

And then there are other things that come into play that are beyond the typical Domestic To Do List.  For instance, putting away Halloween decorations, (which I did on 11/1) or say, packing away the clothes that no longer fit your children, or putting the summer toys away for the winter, which has not yet been completed. 

or there are things that throw you for a total loop and prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am, in fact, lazy.  (sometimes)  I'm not ashamed, just look at my blog title, I embrace it, (sometimes).

Case in point is the Miscellaneous Bag. 

This bag was sent home to me from my sister 15 days ago when we visited them in Louisville.  This bag contained items such as migraine medicine samples, unused sippy cups, nachos and queso (which I did promptly put away.  It's called priorities, people.), socks and other sundry items.

It sat at the above location in the living room for approximately 36 hours.

At which point I promptly put it on top of my bed.  You know, to take care of it.

But then the day just flew by thanks to all of the blogging and when it came down to bedtime, we then took care of it.

By putting it on the floor next to the bed.  Where it sat for a few more days before I decided "Today is the Day!  I will empty this carn sarned bag once and for all."  So,

I put it back on the bed.

You see where this is going?

And here is where it has been sitting ever since my last attempt when I placed it on the bed.
Somewhere on my bedroom floor.

Sadly, it is now to the point where I don't even realize it's there.  But I think today is the day where I empty it out, I'll do it as soon as I clean the grout with a toothbrush. 

I do not approve

Ever since last Wednesday it has been cold.  Winter-like cold, temperatures in the twenties and thirties.  The morning of Thanksgiving we woke up to snow and although it was exciting for the children, I was not too thrilled and I've been chilled to the bone ever since.  It's disgraceful, really.

I do not approve.  I want my summer back.  I keep thinking that last year on December 3rd the wind chill was eleven degrees.   December 3rd is less than two weeks away.

It's going to be long, cold, dreary, winter.  Anyone in Florida have an extra room for my family to hibernate?  We're good folk and I make a mean margarita.  I'd appreciate it.

Love is...

I love this picture.  Not only because it's cheesecake and it melts in my mouth and swims in my belly with delight. 
But also because it says to me "no washing dishes for you."

It was the perfect dessert.

Hangover

Yes, friends.  I am hungover due to over indulgence.  Too much turkey.  Too much green bean casserole.  Too much stuffing. (is there really such a thing?) Waaaaaaaay too many helpings of mashed potatoes.

Not to mention the cheesecake, the tollhouse pie and various other desserts.  And now?  I'm still full.  No really, I am, I woke up at seven this morning still full.

I better go shopping to burn some calories.

Before I eat some more.