Sunday, November 30, 2008
I guess it's only fitting since the Christmas tree is now up and decorated (as of about 5:30 this afternoon), and at least ONE of us in this house (the little one, natch) is suuuuuuuuuper excited about the whole shebang.
In fact, we sat down and wrote her letter to Santa tonight. I begged her to let me type it since I type about a jillion times faster than I write longhand, and here, my friends, is the stream-of-consciousness results.
I act(ed) nice at Gramps’s house (Gramps is BH's dad, and who we stayed with for Thanksgiving--ed.), and I wanted to say that when I was a baby did you know that I did not suck on a dah-dah (a.k.a., “pacifier”--ed.)?
Dear Santa, I have a real computer like my mom but ‘cept it makes noise. I have a picture of you Santa Claus. And when you come, we have everything set. You’ll love it. I have a snow globe and it sparkles so much. I really love you Santa Claus, and I’m sorry I didn’t come have a picture with you, but I was three years old and I didn’t know what was happening like my X-ray when I got walking pneumonia (apparently that X-ray was more traumatic than I thought--ed.).
I want a little teddy bear, Santa Claus. And even though I have a little reindeer thing with Santa (you) and a present, I want another one please. And I want some princess dress up clothes and pretend lipstick. And Santa, some sparkly pink and blue shoes for Austin, Texas and Horseshoe Bay where my Dah (“grandmother”—ed.) lives, and I want some fancy green some and I want some purple shoes (sparkly), and I want writing with little people walking in the fancy shoes, Santa (I have no clue, Santa—ed.).
I really like to draw pictures. I want five clean pages and pictures in a little tiny book.
Santa, I want one more little tiny baby, but it’s going to go to Horseshoe Bay, not Austin, please, because I just want to have another baby so I can have a big circle at Dah’s house. I want a pretend telephone that doesn’t make any noise.
I want you to bring my Dah a little purple necklace with purple shoes. Do not tell her. And we are going to give this picture (what I’m holding in my hand) to her (It’s a picture of you, Santa—ed.). Do NOT tell her, Santa Claus.
BH would like some sandpaper, please.
Mommy would like two real live kittens please Santa Claus, and we need some little papers for my mom so that she can draw things at work.
Thank you and I love you,
Monday, November 24, 2008
But it wasn't just my closet: my dresser(s) were in a total state of chaos as well. What this led to was me doing laundry, folding clothes, and then putting away everybody's stuff but my own. Instead, my clothes would just sit around in random piles all over the house until I eventually (and literally) wore them down. So yesterday, I took advantage of being Geej-free for the day and the fact that poor BH was out of the house working to spend around six hours cleaning out, weeding through, and reorganizing. That's right: I said 6 hours.
- Number of pairs of shoes thrown away = 8
- Items found with tags still on them/never worn = 17
- Bags of clothes ready to be taken to Safeplace = 3
- Number of items I found on hangers from the dry cleaners I used while living in Chicago...NINE YEARS AGO = 2
- Number of skirts discarded because I will never, ever be young enough or crazy enough to wear something that short in public again = 3
Say it with me now people: Aaaahhhh...MUCH better. I was actually able to VACUUM the carpet in my closet (something I don't think I've done since I moved in nearly 3 years ago...YIKES)! And I can find things! Like, fast and shit!
And as if this weren't enough for one day, I sat down and did two hours' worth of work work yesterday evening so I could cross a few things off my never-ending "To Do" list.
Then I took a shower, read a magazine, and passed-the-hell-out. And 24 hours later? My closet is still clean and organized. Yay for me!!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Now, I'm all for self-expression through fashion, but this? It needs a bit of help. She's sort of going for that Molly Ringwald "Pretty in Pink" thrift store/bo-ho look. I mean she's even holding an "Emily the Strange" diary that says "Some girls are stranger than others" on the front, for Pete's sake. But really? She just looks like a kid who has rapidly outgrown a pair of pants and a shirt but doesn't seem all that concerned with it.
On a related note, this is what I, her mother, looked like at work on Monday:And after a few hours of sporting the $4.99 knitted mumu from Savers, I decided to change into this ravishing number: Question: When is a plum colored "lounge suit" made out of questionable velourish material NOT an appropriate fashion choice? Answer: NEVER!!
Yep, she comes by it honest.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Here are a couple:
The wedding party (why, in the name of God, did I wear hose?).
The new Mr. and Mrs.
BH and I with his boys, J and F.
My matron of honor, Julie, and the Geej. (Aren't they beautiful? I can NOT get over how much The Geej looks like she could be her child.)
Julie, my new adorable niece Chloe, and The Geej waiting for the bride (who was late for her own wedding).
More to come...
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The pair I saw yesterday were HUGE and shiny chrome on the back of a Ford F-150 King Cab. I kept trying to get up next to the guy (girl? I hope not...) to see what he looked like, but no such luck. I'll bet you a dollar he was alone, though.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
My handsome husband (which is still TOTALLY weird to say)--See? I told you we had a fireplace--
The only photo of me taken during the entire honeymoon. Yep, that's how much I slept--
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
- Proud, once again, to be an American
- Witnessing history
- Much happier than I was on this night four years ago
- A newlywed!! (photos and a wedding/honeymoon post to come)
- Pretty sure this dog snoring on the couch next to me has been spoiled rotten by her dog-sitter over the past few days
- Glad to be home
- Wishing I could've brought some of that beautiful autumn Santa Fe weather home with me