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Okay, so I have to share some Christmas highlights with you - since I haven't really written too much about them. First, was this Christmas goose! He was hanging out at our local Pizza Hut. He was just laying in the snow all by himself and when I tried to take his photo, he got all indignant and honked and me. The nerve! When we asked about him inside they didn't really know too much about him, but they were feeding him - so I guess he was doing okay - just hanging out for Christmas! Continue Reading...
Wow - it's been a busy week or so since I last wrote. Hope you all had a great holiday and that your new year looks like it will be a good one. Our Christmas was nice. We went to the in-laws for Christmas eve and then to midnight mass. It was funny that on the drive down we saw several families stopping at the gas station to buy cases of red bull - guess they were going to midnight mass too. Continue Reading...
I've been busy here lately making and baking. I think I could apply to be one of Santa's elves. Well, I certainly don't meet the size requirement, but hey it's not like Santa and his wife are Skinny-Minnies either!
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Remember how the only thing that Ralphie wants for Christmas is "an official Red Ryder carbine-action 200-shot range model BB rifle with a compass in the stock." Remember how important things like that were when you were a kid? Well in honor of that materialistic obsession, I am now going to give you the list of Christmas gifts I always wanted as a kid but never got. (I know! This is probably one of the roots of all my current problems - I was so deprived!)
Okay, first off, one of the gifts I most wanted - wanted really badly - but never got was the Vincent Price Head Shrinker Kit. Yes, I was a morbid child, you all know of my Halloween obsession, still - I didn't INVENT the thing, I just wanted one for Christmas. I guess my parents didn't see the value in a kit that allowed you to create shrunken heads. Later, I heard that it wasn't as fun as it looked. Still, I've never really recovered from my disappointment that Christmas.
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Over at Re-Nest they asked the question, what's the best gift you ever received that wasn't a "thing." I think that's a really good question. My answers might be kind of sappy but I can think of two.
The first gift was a word. When I was in college one of my friends gave me the word "Elysium" for my birthday. He had pasted the word onto a piece of cardboard and made a little collage with the definition of the word and some images. I was very touched by the gift because it seemed like something he had thought about and spent some time putting together. Whenever I hear that word, I think of him and I think secretly that it's "my" word since I got it for my birthday. Continue Reading...
As a kid I was always weirded out by people in costumes - I know this goes against everything I love about Halloween, but what I'm talking about is different. I love to be in a costume when everyone else is dressing up. There's a camaraderie about the whole thing. We're all agreeing to share in this fantasy which somehow makes it okay. Now, on the other hand, clowns, Santa Claus, large creatures at amusement parks . . . all those weird me out. I don't know why. I like the idea of Santa. If he stays in a book or on TV - great. But the minute he gets too close to me, brrrr . . . and you want me to SIT ON HIS LAP?! No, freakin' thanks.
I'm neurotic, I admit it. I never lured you to this blog with promises of being well adjusted.
Anyway, here's a site that shows that I'm not the only one afraid of the real life Santa. You have to laugh at some of them, c'mon - especially this one, classic:
For an early Christmas present this year I thought I would give you the gift of eyesight. I've known for a long time what a pain in the butt it is to read white text on a black background but I wasn't sure what I wanted to do about it. Should I just change the theme of the blog all together? Could I just change the background color? How would the header look with a different color - you know all those burning questions.
Finally, I could stand it no longer and I forced my husband to help me look through miles and miles of code so that we could change the colors to something more retina friendly. My apologies for all these months of eye strain while visiting my site. Anyone subscribed with a reader - come on over and check out the new colors! Whee!
I've been busy working on some Christmas projects. I can't show them to you yet since certain people read this blog and cannot find out about my top secret plans until Christmas morning. I will give you a hint though, it does involve this:
and there's also been some of this:
I wonder who invented glitter? That person was a genius, that's all I have to say about that.
I forgot to tell you that while we were out shopping, I discovered that I've passed my obsession for decorated paper to my daughter. We spent 20 minutes at Hobby Lobby looking at wrapping paper - narrowing our choices from all the ones we loved. Then at Target when we rounded the wrapping paper aisle, Gabby was pleading with me, "Don't make me go down this aisle! NO, please! Oh look at this one! Gasp - look how CUTE this one is!" We bought two more rolls of paper there. We didn't even need wrapping paper really. We still have some from last year. It's too beautiful though, and some of them can be used anytime - not just at Christmas. (That's the excuse we make to buy them) Continue Reading...
Last night I did some Christmas shopping with Gabby. Our last stop was Target where we wanted to look for some stocking stuffers for David. In the men's underwear section there was a little girl who looked to be about 5 or 6. She became hypnotized by the wonderment that is Gabby. She literally could not take her eyes off her. Gabby and I were looking at each other out of the corners of our eyes and kind of laughing to ourselves while discussing the merits of 100% cotton boxers . . . it was cute and yet unnerving. We moved to another rack and the little girl stayed with us, staring without blinking. I'm serious, it was an intense stare for about 5 minutes. Gabby and I kept glancing at each other nervously - was this little girl from Children of the Damned? Would she explode our heads with her stare? Finally her mom must have realized she was missing and called her back. Whew, that was a close call.
Gabby is just at that age where she is naturally magnetic. When we went to Sonic the other day to get a drink, the napkin guy would not leave her alone. The first time he offers napkins and ketchup, it's nice. The second time, uh, we said, "no thanks." Finally, he just sort of threw himself at the car - I kid you not - he was sort of sprawling across the fender with his face nearing the windshield. This time he wasn't even offering napkins. He was just unable to control it, like a moth to the flame. I was laughing thinking how sad that he's flirting with a girl who's obviously setting right next to her mom. Nothing could be less cool. Or less akward. Like I said, people just can't help it - and I'm not being biased. I have proof.
