Hope your day is wonderful and bright! This lovely Christmas Carol is brought to you by FailBlog. Enjoy!!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
About that list.....
Finishing working today (6:00 p.m.)
Work all day tomorrow (6:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m.)
(I'm here....head cold and all)
Get 2 gifts for nephews
Finish getting gift things for sister
Double check my stocking stuffers
Buy some stocking stuffers for my daughter
Get pies
Get cheesecake
Get gift for work party tomorrow
Pray daughter's gift gets delivered to work via UPS TOMORROW by 6:00 p.m.
(currently tracking the Fed Ex web site....estimated delivery time is 3:00 p.m.)
Feed myself
Feed my animals
Sleep
Did you notice the status of "sleep"? My family left yesterday for my in-laws. I was home alone last night. I don't do well being home alone. I can't justify marking the whole item off the list because I didn't really get enough sleep.
So here's to Christmas Eve! And here's to my plans of not having anything to do today! And here's to that plan being shot down 2 weeks ago!
Merry Christmas Eve!
Work all day tomorrow (6:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m.)
(I'm here....head cold and all)
Get 2 gifts for nephews
Finish getting gift things for sister
Double check my stocking stuffers
Buy some stocking stuffers for my daughter
Get pies
Get cheesecake
Get gift for work party tomorrow
Pray daughter's gift gets delivered to work via UPS TOMORROW by 6:00 p.m.
(currently tracking the Fed Ex web site....estimated delivery time is 3:00 p.m.)
Feed myself
Feed my animals
Sleep
Did you notice the status of "sleep"? My family left yesterday for my in-laws. I was home alone last night. I don't do well being home alone. I can't justify marking the whole item off the list because I didn't really get enough sleep.
So here's to Christmas Eve! And here's to my plans of not having anything to do today! And here's to that plan being shot down 2 weeks ago!
Merry Christmas Eve!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Still left to do....
Here's my list. We'll see how I'm doing this time tomorrow:
Finishing working today (6:00 p.m.)
Work all day tomorrow (6:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m.)
Get 2 gifts for nephews
Finish getting gift things for sister
Double check my stocking stuffers
Get pies
Get cheesecake
Get gift for work party tomorrow
Pray daughter's gift gets delivered to work via UPS TOMORROW by 6:00 p.m.
Feed myself
Feed my animals
Sleep
And all of that before 7:00 a.m. Christmas morning....while the stores are still open....while my head is pounding from the head cold from hell....by myself because my family left to visit in-laws while I work tomorrow.
It's the Holiday Season!!
Finishing working today (6:00 p.m.)
Work all day tomorrow (6:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m.)
Get 2 gifts for nephews
Finish getting gift things for sister
Double check my stocking stuffers
Get pies
Get cheesecake
Get gift for work party tomorrow
Pray daughter's gift gets delivered to work via UPS TOMORROW by 6:00 p.m.
Feed myself
Feed my animals
Sleep
And all of that before 7:00 a.m. Christmas morning....while the stores are still open....while my head is pounding from the head cold from hell....by myself because my family left to visit in-laws while I work tomorrow.
It's the Holiday Season!!
Looking even more like Christmas....
As promised, albeit a little late (so sue me), here is the pictorial story of my annual decorating-the-mom's-house.
It's a big job. I'm not gonna lie. I would never be able to do it alone because there is a process of getting tubs out of the attic that takes more than one person. My brother used to be a part of this annual tradition. We had lots of fun, but oddly enough I discovered THIS year that he actually hindered the progress of this whole event. He would get sidetracked as he carried tubs in to the house and I would be left stranded in the attic awaiting his return. I usually had to yell his name out a couple of times....and he would magically reappear at the garage door.
This year I had my son, my daughter and her friend helping me. I pretty much completed the whole process in a day and a half.
So this is the start of it all. Me. In the attic. Grabbing Rubbermaid tubs to hand off to whomever is "lucky" enough to be helping.
And the lucky person this year was my son.
And once all the tubs are down....this is what I am faced with.
And if you look very closely at that picture, you can see my mom sitting amidst the rubble. In her chair. Where she belongs for this entire process. Hey! I have a method and it doesn't work if my mom wants to change things up all of a sudden. You know, like help me. No, I'm not a control freak. It's just that my mom....well...forget it. Just trust me. She's more help just sitting and enjoying it all come together.
Trust me, people.
Here was another helper...best helping by sitting in that chair looking cute.
Here's a picture during the unpacking/repacking process. Repacking? Yes. When you see the finished product you will understand that it is like moving my mother every year. Things have to be repacked to make room for the unpacking. Make sense? If not, catch up. I need to move on because these pictures are making me tired reliving it all over again.
Here is Sashia, my daughter's friend, helping decorate the tree.
She helped decorate my tree, too. I got in trouble for moving a couple of ornaments to fill holes. I left my mom's tree alone...well, except for the ornaments they left when they got tired of the whole decorate-the-tree process.
My mom has a lot of ornaments, people. Like this dandy little number. I just had one question for my mother: Why?
We hung it on the tree. To be thrown away after Christmas. Maybe. If my mom doesn't catch me.
So after all the blood (literally...I scraped my hand) sweat and tears (I said I scraped my hand) these pictures are the final results of our labor.
See my mom in that last picture? She didn't move the entire time. I'm joking. Sort of. She did get dressed out of her pajamas.
Now there are also some wonderful stories to go along with many of my mom's decorations. I promised my sister I wouldn't tell one of them. Oh, wait. I didn't promise. She just simply asked me not to. But she did turn 50 this year and probably won't remember asking me anyway.
So I give you the Triptych. This is the early works of my sister....who tolepaints BEAUTIFULLY....but wasn't *quite* there for this rendition of the birth of Christ. Notice the detail on the angels' eyes. Or lack of detail. They are really just black blobs. My sister loves this piece of art she created so many years ago. Not really. But my mom does. And so it gets displayed EVERY YEAR much to the dismay of my sister.
In all fairness, here are a couple of her other pieces.
Another fun thing in my mom's house are the santa hats for the clocks. My mom has clocks. A lot of clocks. You can't really remove them from the decor for Christmas...nor would you want to...so we just decorate them all up. I'm not even sure who started this, but we are still using the original hats created for them. I think they are looking a tad ratty. We should probably make some new ones or spruce these up next year.
And there are just some things that will never be tossed. Ever. Despite their smell, condition, or sheer uselessness they will be around until the end of time. Or until they fall apart. And sometimes, as evident of the earlier photo of the ornament, even then they will still remain in my mother's stash of decorations.
This is one of those things.
This is a little, tiny santa box with matches in it. It has been around at least as long as I have. I always remember this little guy being around. He is handled with great care when packing him back up every year. He is tattered. But he is loved.
But these? THESE? They are coveted by me. I simply love them. If I was told I could only have ONE Christmas decoration in my house from now through eternity it would be these. They are packed in bubble wrap, newspaper and a flexible piece of styrofoam-like material. They will be mine when my mom is gone. This is understood. Well, by me anyway. And that's all that matters, right? Right.
Behold the Wisemen.
My mom made those guys YEARS ago. They are ceramic, handpainted, fragile, wonderful, beautiful and mine. Did I mention those will be mine? Yeah.
My sister can have her triptych. I'm taking the Wisemen.
It's a big job. I'm not gonna lie. I would never be able to do it alone because there is a process of getting tubs out of the attic that takes more than one person. My brother used to be a part of this annual tradition. We had lots of fun, but oddly enough I discovered THIS year that he actually hindered the progress of this whole event. He would get sidetracked as he carried tubs in to the house and I would be left stranded in the attic awaiting his return. I usually had to yell his name out a couple of times....and he would magically reappear at the garage door.
This year I had my son, my daughter and her friend helping me. I pretty much completed the whole process in a day and a half.
So this is the start of it all. Me. In the attic. Grabbing Rubbermaid tubs to hand off to whomever is "lucky" enough to be helping.
And the lucky person this year was my son.
And once all the tubs are down....this is what I am faced with.
And if you look very closely at that picture, you can see my mom sitting amidst the rubble. In her chair. Where she belongs for this entire process. Hey! I have a method and it doesn't work if my mom wants to change things up all of a sudden. You know, like help me. No, I'm not a control freak. It's just that my mom....well...forget it. Just trust me. She's more help just sitting and enjoying it all come together.
Trust me, people.
Here was another helper...best helping by sitting in that chair looking cute.
Here's a picture during the unpacking/repacking process. Repacking? Yes. When you see the finished product you will understand that it is like moving my mother every year. Things have to be repacked to make room for the unpacking. Make sense? If not, catch up. I need to move on because these pictures are making me tired reliving it all over again.
Here is Sashia, my daughter's friend, helping decorate the tree.
She helped decorate my tree, too. I got in trouble for moving a couple of ornaments to fill holes. I left my mom's tree alone...well, except for the ornaments they left when they got tired of the whole decorate-the-tree process.
My mom has a lot of ornaments, people. Like this dandy little number. I just had one question for my mother: Why?
We hung it on the tree. To be thrown away after Christmas. Maybe. If my mom doesn't catch me.
So after all the blood (literally...I scraped my hand) sweat and tears (I said I scraped my hand) these pictures are the final results of our labor.
See my mom in that last picture? She didn't move the entire time. I'm joking. Sort of. She did get dressed out of her pajamas.
Now there are also some wonderful stories to go along with many of my mom's decorations. I promised my sister I wouldn't tell one of them. Oh, wait. I didn't promise. She just simply asked me not to. But she did turn 50 this year and probably won't remember asking me anyway.
So I give you the Triptych. This is the early works of my sister....who tolepaints BEAUTIFULLY....but wasn't *quite* there for this rendition of the birth of Christ. Notice the detail on the angels' eyes. Or lack of detail. They are really just black blobs. My sister loves this piece of art she created so many years ago. Not really. But my mom does. And so it gets displayed EVERY YEAR much to the dismay of my sister.
In all fairness, here are a couple of her other pieces.
Another fun thing in my mom's house are the santa hats for the clocks. My mom has clocks. A lot of clocks. You can't really remove them from the decor for Christmas...nor would you want to...so we just decorate them all up. I'm not even sure who started this, but we are still using the original hats created for them. I think they are looking a tad ratty. We should probably make some new ones or spruce these up next year.
And there are just some things that will never be tossed. Ever. Despite their smell, condition, or sheer uselessness they will be around until the end of time. Or until they fall apart. And sometimes, as evident of the earlier photo of the ornament, even then they will still remain in my mother's stash of decorations.
This is one of those things.
This is a little, tiny santa box with matches in it. It has been around at least as long as I have. I always remember this little guy being around. He is handled with great care when packing him back up every year. He is tattered. But he is loved.
But these? THESE? They are coveted by me. I simply love them. If I was told I could only have ONE Christmas decoration in my house from now through eternity it would be these. They are packed in bubble wrap, newspaper and a flexible piece of styrofoam-like material. They will be mine when my mom is gone. This is understood. Well, by me anyway. And that's all that matters, right? Right.
Behold the Wisemen.
My mom made those guys YEARS ago. They are ceramic, handpainted, fragile, wonderful, beautiful and mine. Did I mention those will be mine? Yeah.
My sister can have her triptych. I'm taking the Wisemen.
Monday, December 22, 2008
What do you get
when you cross a busy holiday season with busy work schedules with an annoying head cold thrown in for good measure?
A stale blog. That's what.
I'll be updating with pics of my mom's Christmas menagerie tonight. Pinky swear. But while I am here I'll send out a belated "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to my nephew, Derrick and a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to my nephew, Tyler. Hope your days were wonderful!
Until tonight....
A stale blog. That's what.
I'll be updating with pics of my mom's Christmas menagerie tonight. Pinky swear. But while I am here I'll send out a belated "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to my nephew, Derrick and a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to my nephew, Tyler. Hope your days were wonderful!
Until tonight....
Monday, December 15, 2008
24 years...
what have you been doing for that long? Have you even been alive that long? =P How many children have you raised? How many careers have you started/ended/started/ended? How many places have you lived? Where have you traveled? How many times have you changed your underwear? (Hopefully at least 8,768....to factor in some leap years)
Maybe you have retired.
Maybe you had a child. Or 3. And maybe you have graduated one or all of them from college.
Maybe you've had 3 or 4 different cars....one that's actually 24 years old and has become a "classic".
Or maybe.....you've been married 24 years.
Happy Anniversary, Troy. I love you more now than I did when we were young and beautiful (name that song, country music fans). Here's to another 8,768 underwear changes.
A quarter of a century next year. Let's do something large. *kiss*
Maybe you have retired.
Maybe you had a child. Or 3. And maybe you have graduated one or all of them from college.
Maybe you've had 3 or 4 different cars....one that's actually 24 years old and has become a "classic".
Or maybe.....you've been married 24 years.
Happy Anniversary, Troy. I love you more now than I did when we were young and beautiful (name that song, country music fans). Here's to another 8,768 underwear changes.
A quarter of a century next year. Let's do something large. *kiss*
Friday, December 12, 2008
It's lookin' like Christmas...
in my house. Finally. It's only been 3 years since I put my decorations out, so rummaging through my Rubbermaid tubs and moving boxes was *like* Christmas! I had forgotten about so many of my wonderful little things.
Here is Troy's Nutcracker collection. I started a tradition with him about 10 years ago to buy him a Nutcracker when I was Christmas shopping. Some of them mean more and have a bigger story than others....but he loves them all.
I suspect I may love these particular nutcrackers more than him. Maybe. Just maybe.
This is my newest purchase. I just love it. So much so that I bought one for my bff, Linda, too.
This is an older piece of the collection. I made him and he is about 3 ft. tall total...with about 1/2 of him being his hat and the other half being this face with his curly beard. I made him in my pre-scrapbooking days when I actually used to sew. With a sewing machine. Hmmm. Wonder where that dusty thing is?
And no decoration pictures would be complete without the tree. Even though the tree itself is incomplete. Sort of. I'm missing a tub from all the moving. It contains, besides other things, my tree skirt and my angel tree top. But the Old World Santa will have to do for now....and the kitties would probably be dragging the tree skirt all over anyway.
As an extra side note, please pay no attention to the dark spot in the middle of the tree. It represents an area on the tree with non-functioning lights. We are going through them one-by-one. It's fun. But doesn't really lend to the Christmas spirit and attitude. So we're taking a break from it for now.
I have many more decorations, but I'll refrain from picture overload. Besides....I'm getting ready to leave in about an hour to go decorate my mom's house for her. And if you think I have a lot of decorations? Just wait until I upload pictures from her house. It's a job. 2 days. And it doesn't lend to the Christmas spirit and attitude while I'm in the middle of the job, but it does make my mom extremely happy to sit and look at all of it when I'm finished.
And that's all that matters.
More Christmas spirit next week!
Here is Troy's Nutcracker collection. I started a tradition with him about 10 years ago to buy him a Nutcracker when I was Christmas shopping. Some of them mean more and have a bigger story than others....but he loves them all.
I suspect I may love these particular nutcrackers more than him. Maybe. Just maybe.
This is my newest purchase. I just love it. So much so that I bought one for my bff, Linda, too.
This is an older piece of the collection. I made him and he is about 3 ft. tall total...with about 1/2 of him being his hat and the other half being this face with his curly beard. I made him in my pre-scrapbooking days when I actually used to sew. With a sewing machine. Hmmm. Wonder where that dusty thing is?
And no decoration pictures would be complete without the tree. Even though the tree itself is incomplete. Sort of. I'm missing a tub from all the moving. It contains, besides other things, my tree skirt and my angel tree top. But the Old World Santa will have to do for now....and the kitties would probably be dragging the tree skirt all over anyway.
As an extra side note, please pay no attention to the dark spot in the middle of the tree. It represents an area on the tree with non-functioning lights. We are going through them one-by-one. It's fun. But doesn't really lend to the Christmas spirit and attitude. So we're taking a break from it for now.
I have many more decorations, but I'll refrain from picture overload. Besides....I'm getting ready to leave in about an hour to go decorate my mom's house for her. And if you think I have a lot of decorations? Just wait until I upload pictures from her house. It's a job. 2 days. And it doesn't lend to the Christmas spirit and attitude while I'm in the middle of the job, but it does make my mom extremely happy to sit and look at all of it when I'm finished.
And that's all that matters.
More Christmas spirit next week!
If you love FREE STUFF....
like I love free stuff, then RUN, do not walk, to this site:
Is it even possible to "run" on the computer? Like, do you just have to click the mouse faster or something?
I stumbled across this the other night and am giddy with excitement about the prospect of winning something. Anything. I try hard to win things all the time on The Pioneer Woman but have yet to be successful.
Seriously, all you have to do is leave a comment to be entered. There are other things you can do to increase your chances....which, if you're like me, you need all the extra chances you can get. I do not win prizes, people! Although I will say I won a FABULOUS door prize at a crop (read: scrapbooking geek) I went to in August. For all the crops I've been to and never won, this one made up for it. Thanks, Lesle!!
So run over for your chance to win free stuff!! GOOD LUCK!!
Is it even possible to "run" on the computer? Like, do you just have to click the mouse faster or something?
I stumbled across this the other night and am giddy with excitement about the prospect of winning something. Anything. I try hard to win things all the time on The Pioneer Woman but have yet to be successful.
Seriously, all you have to do is leave a comment to be entered. There are other things you can do to increase your chances....which, if you're like me, you need all the extra chances you can get. I do not win prizes, people! Although I will say I won a FABULOUS door prize at a crop (read: scrapbooking geek) I went to in August. For all the crops I've been to and never won, this one made up for it. Thanks, Lesle!!
So run over for your chance to win free stuff!! GOOD LUCK!!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
I need a bailout...
I really, really want to spend more money on Christmas than what I actually have. Do you think if I just go ahead and over extend myself and go on a buying spree that I could fly to D.C. and ask the government for a bailout because I mismanaged my personal finances?
Yeah. Solid idea.
Form from List of The Day
Yeah. Solid idea.
Form from List of The Day
Friday, December 5, 2008
I just don't *get* high profile fashion
Seriously. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE clothes. I loved them a lot more when I was the size of my daughter, but I do still get a thrill out of wearing a fresh, new skirt to work or sporting a cute new shirt to wear to the movies.
But this?
I don't get it. I like hats. I do. I wear them a lot in the summer. But this looks like a very bad quilted version of Droopy Dog.
Of course, there is always this lovely selection. You know, if you want to look like a ram.
Then there is this. Oh, my.
And this. For the nature lover in all of us.
This lady just dug herself all the way to China....and popped up out of the ground.
This could be me....if I happened to go fishing with my husband and his cast got away from him. You know, if he need a lure this big.
I guess the world of high profile fashion is just going to have to get along without me. At least in the hat department. I'll stick with my Target $4.00 baseball caps, thankyouverymuch.
**all images (with the exception of Droopy Dog) came from the fashion site PopGloss. Enjoy your trip down the high fashion catwalk!
But this?
I don't get it. I like hats. I do. I wear them a lot in the summer. But this looks like a very bad quilted version of Droopy Dog.
Of course, there is always this lovely selection. You know, if you want to look like a ram.
Then there is this. Oh, my.
And this. For the nature lover in all of us.
This lady just dug herself all the way to China....and popped up out of the ground.
This could be me....if I happened to go fishing with my husband and his cast got away from him. You know, if he need a lure this big.
I guess the world of high profile fashion is just going to have to get along without me. At least in the hat department. I'll stick with my Target $4.00 baseball caps, thankyouverymuch.
**all images (with the exception of Droopy Dog) came from the fashion site PopGloss. Enjoy your trip down the high fashion catwalk!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
A post every day in November...
would not have been possible without the extra effort put forth by my daughter while I was out of town....where internet access is at a premium and extremely difficult to find.
And there was Black Friday Shopping to do, people. I had my priorities.
But Lindsay did well. I'm a little worried about her spelling. But I've been worried about her spelling since the 4th grade. She just doesn't spell well....plus I don't know how much of her jargon was on purpose and what was truly a mistake. But it was fun. I know I enjoyed reading her nonsense when I returned as much as some of you did. She was a good sport.
And for being a good sport she'll get a Christmas present or two or seven.
Thanks for all your support for the month. I have to tell you....it wasn't easy even when I *did* have internet access.
Posting the drawing winner in five...four...three...two...one....
And there was Black Friday Shopping to do, people. I had my priorities.
But Lindsay did well. I'm a little worried about her spelling. But I've been worried about her spelling since the 4th grade. She just doesn't spell well....plus I don't know how much of her jargon was on purpose and what was truly a mistake. But it was fun. I know I enjoyed reading her nonsense when I returned as much as some of you did. She was a good sport.
And for being a good sport she'll get a Christmas present or two or seven.
Thanks for all your support for the month. I have to tell you....it wasn't easy even when I *did* have internet access.
Posting the drawing winner in five...four...three...two...one....
AND THE WINNER IS....
(drum roll while Cody draws the name....)
KIM!!! YAHOO!! Kim listed this post as her favorite from the Looney Bin.
I'll send your Starbucks card out to you tomorrow, Kim! Thanks to everyone who played along...including my sister who now has to actually purchase Troy's Christmas gift.
KIM!!! YAHOO!! Kim listed this post as her favorite from the Looney Bin.
I'll send your Starbucks card out to you tomorrow, Kim! Thanks to everyone who played along...including my sister who now has to actually purchase Troy's Christmas gift.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
yet another day
this post is done by lindsay ( dd of the blog owner) and sashia( r.o.d.c)
so this is how it starts. Sashia was being a taxi service for every one and there mom that day. I was dragged along. we took rere(her step mom) to work then took rachel to school then took sashia's dad to work... and you know me of coarse( well kinda) i love taking pictures so i decided that we needed a picture or two.... so here they are.
here is the first one.
we had to take another cus in the 1st one she was not looking.
p.s my mom will be back tomorrow so every one will be back on schedule and that means no more random crazy blogs from me and sashia
so this is how it starts. Sashia was being a taxi service for every one and there mom that day. I was dragged along. we took rere(her step mom) to work then took rachel to school then took sashia's dad to work... and you know me of coarse( well kinda) i love taking pictures so i decided that we needed a picture or two.... so here they are.
here is the first one.
we had to take another cus in the 1st one she was not looking.
p.s my mom will be back tomorrow so every one will be back on schedule and that means no more random crazy blogs from me and sashia
Saturday, November 29, 2008
MI friend sashia
HEY LADIES!!!!!!!
mi mom is not able to come to a computer right now, cus she is stuck in the boon docks of NO WERE( red bluff) hahahahaha haha...
so i m being told to post something to keep up with her challenge ( witch is post a blog thingy everyday of this month ) so here it goes!
My friend sashia lives around the block from me.. we always kickin it old skool style YA DIG?
We always have something to do even if its nothing. ya feel me( gheto talk)..
so one time we were down town( same day we got re-ended ) and we saw this thing you putt ur face in and we decided to take a picture... so hear it is... ENJOY!!!!!
(left:sashia, right: lindsay)
i bet mi momy will be so happy with the post...at lease its something ya dig?
love ya mom( so does sashia)
mi mom is not able to come to a computer right now, cus she is stuck in the boon docks of NO WERE( red bluff) hahahahaha haha...
so i m being told to post something to keep up with her challenge ( witch is post a blog thingy everyday of this month ) so here it goes!
My friend sashia lives around the block from me.. we always kickin it old skool style YA DIG?
We always have something to do even if its nothing. ya feel me( gheto talk)..
so one time we were down town( same day we got re-ended ) and we saw this thing you putt ur face in and we decided to take a picture... so hear it is... ENJOY!!!!!
(left:sashia, right: lindsay)
i bet mi momy will be so happy with the post...at lease its something ya dig?
love ya mom( so does sashia)
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
A few things I'm thankful for today:
My family
My friends
A good job
My own home
A dependable vehicle (seriously....I'll have to blog about some of my previous cars)
May your family be healthy and your turkey cooked to perfection.
My family
My friends
A good job
My own home
A dependable vehicle (seriously....I'll have to blog about some of my previous cars)
May your family be healthy and your turkey cooked to perfection.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Pet Peeve: Christmas Decorations TOO EARLY
Poor Thanksgiving. It's so neglected anymore. Even ON THE DAY Macy's parade is Christmas themed. What is that all about? Why can't we just give the pilgrims and Indians their day? I guess it's the kids?
I'm sure AT&T is involved. Somehow. I just haven't figured it out yet.
Is it too much to ask that Christmas lights NOT be put up until the day AFTER Thanksgiving? Or if you are going to put them up, maybe they should be brown, orange and tan. And the pumpkins still have some life. Leaves haven't even finished falling from the trees.
I wonder if people just don't like Thanksgiving and want to rush right passed it. There are no gifts involved with it....and quite frankly if they have to spend time with people they don't like and don't get a gift for it what's the point?
I'll tell you what the point is. Turkey. Dressing. Cranberry Sauce. And GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE! YUMMY! And oh yeah...there's the being THANKFUL part of the whole day. Is nobody thankful for anything? Okay, I'm generalizing. Not EVERYONE speeds past Thanksgiving at the speed of light. But a lot do.
AT&T probably does. Nobody buys a cell phone for Thanksgiving. They buy them for Christmas presents.
All I know is that Thanksgiving is a pretty big deal in our family. It always has been. We usually (read: always) eat too much, lay around for awhile,then have some family fun night. Then we eat some dessert, lay around for awhile, then watch a little TV. Then we make ourselves another little light snack (read: whole plate of leftovers) and lay around some more. Then off to bed tossing and turning for 2 hours because we ate entirely too much.
But you have enough calories in you to sustain an entire day of Black Friday shopping....beginning at 5:00 a.m.
THAT'S when Christmas begins, people.
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This post officially created for your reading enjoyment by the writing team of Cheri Pryor and Linda Houchins. We are double the funny.
I'm sure AT&T is involved. Somehow. I just haven't figured it out yet.
Is it too much to ask that Christmas lights NOT be put up until the day AFTER Thanksgiving? Or if you are going to put them up, maybe they should be brown, orange and tan. And the pumpkins still have some life. Leaves haven't even finished falling from the trees.
I wonder if people just don't like Thanksgiving and want to rush right passed it. There are no gifts involved with it....and quite frankly if they have to spend time with people they don't like and don't get a gift for it what's the point?
I'll tell you what the point is. Turkey. Dressing. Cranberry Sauce. And GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE! YUMMY! And oh yeah...there's the being THANKFUL part of the whole day. Is nobody thankful for anything? Okay, I'm generalizing. Not EVERYONE speeds past Thanksgiving at the speed of light. But a lot do.
AT&T probably does. Nobody buys a cell phone for Thanksgiving. They buy them for Christmas presents.
All I know is that Thanksgiving is a pretty big deal in our family. It always has been. We usually (read: always) eat too much, lay around for awhile,then have some family fun night. Then we eat some dessert, lay around for awhile, then watch a little TV. Then we make ourselves another little light snack (read: whole plate of leftovers) and lay around some more. Then off to bed tossing and turning for 2 hours because we ate entirely too much.
But you have enough calories in you to sustain an entire day of Black Friday shopping....beginning at 5:00 a.m.
THAT'S when Christmas begins, people.
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This post officially created for your reading enjoyment by the writing team of Cheri Pryor and Linda Houchins. We are double the funny.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
It's been a challenge for today's post...
But here I sit. With my bff. In her office. At 7:30 p.m. because Starbucks sucks. I'm not going in to all the details about what it took to NOT get hooked up to the internet there, but let's just say that AT&T was involved.
Can you even believe it? They are still after me. They are like a bad virus that just keeps coming back. I wonder if they make a cream for it.
I bought my gift card (for my 100th post giveaway) and was told I would get 1 hour of internet free for purchasing it. Okay. After 20 minutes of trying to get ON the internet with my newly purchased gift card's secret number....my laptop died and I went home.
Dedication to a blog is tough stuff, people.
Linda thinks she should get the card since she is the one who rescued the blog. Well, she actually rescued the blogger. But I did buy her a soda on the way here, so maybe that will be okay.
So that's it for today. Pretty dull. Sorry. It can't be gut busting laughter every day, people.
Can you even believe it? They are still after me. They are like a bad virus that just keeps coming back. I wonder if they make a cream for it.
I bought my gift card (for my 100th post giveaway) and was told I would get 1 hour of internet free for purchasing it. Okay. After 20 minutes of trying to get ON the internet with my newly purchased gift card's secret number....my laptop died and I went home.
Dedication to a blog is tough stuff, people.
Linda thinks she should get the card since she is the one who rescued the blog. Well, she actually rescued the blogger. But I did buy her a soda on the way here, so maybe that will be okay.
So that's it for today. Pretty dull. Sorry. It can't be gut busting laughter every day, people.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Chicken...chicken...get cho' chicken here!
Welcome to my guest blogger.....my daughter. Please note that her entire writing capacity is in the form of text messages. So have fun with this!!!
HEY GURLSSS!!!!!
wacha doin? how ya doin?
this is Cheri's favorite dd, in the whole wide world.
see what had happened was, me n mi home girls( rere and boo-gee) we were out shopping for rere's moms bday. Rere had brought up she wanted to live life like da tv show " friends". thass wat rlly happend. She had asked me , "If we were to live like joey and chandler would we have races with our duck and chicken too?" I looked at her as if she was joking. Come to find out she was not joking. She wanted a chicken. ( actually she wanted a penguin but they didn't sell them there.) After getting a hello kitty ice pack, tiki torches , 3 bags of lime a beans (candy), a kitchen set of cloths, AND tooth paste at the 99 cent store, we got on the light rail 2g2 the fish store....2 see about getting some chickens.
yes. u got that right. we're buying $1.38 chickens... or 2 for $2....
"ur Filipino. ur gunna end up eating them thangs anyways." boo-gee says while grubbin on some burger. she was heka hungry.
i began to laugh. next thing i know im getting hit with tiki torches and some ice pack in my head by rere. In the mean time boo-gee is half way down the street. she rlly booked it though.
but in the end....
we decided not to race them... and they didn't get eaten... then Halloween came...
"what? why did you cross the road? u was hungry?"
This one's named Lindsay. Ain't she cute? She dnt look hungry, she dnt.
I dnt send greeting cards...them things r stupid. I take pictures to express how i feel towards mi bffffffffffff. I have normal pets in mi house hold...which i put in my pictures and send as a multi media msg....
rere on the other hand, she dnt got normal pets. she ain't normal. she's crazy. This is wat i got in return
i bet your bfffff ain't got no chickens. gotta love mi r-o-d-c ( ride or die chick)
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The opinions expressed in this post are solely of the guest blogger and not the opinion or writing style or grammar style or ghetto-talk style of the owner of the blog. Management would also like to acknowledge that this 16. yr. old child doesn't actually talk the way this is written. Except when she is being stupid with Rhea (aka rere). Management is not sure WHERE this stupidity comes from. Any views should therefore be taken up with the guest blogger.
Thank you,
Management
HEY GURLSSS!!!!!
wacha doin? how ya doin?
this is Cheri's favorite dd, in the whole wide world.
see what had happened was, me n mi home girls( rere and boo-gee) we were out shopping for rere's moms bday. Rere had brought up she wanted to live life like da tv show " friends". thass wat rlly happend. She had asked me , "If we were to live like joey and chandler would we have races with our duck and chicken too?" I looked at her as if she was joking. Come to find out she was not joking. She wanted a chicken. ( actually she wanted a penguin but they didn't sell them there.) After getting a hello kitty ice pack, tiki torches , 3 bags of lime a beans (candy), a kitchen set of cloths, AND tooth paste at the 99 cent store, we got on the light rail 2g2 the fish store....2 see about getting some chickens.
yes. u got that right. we're buying $1.38 chickens... or 2 for $2....
"ur Filipino. ur gunna end up eating them thangs anyways." boo-gee says while grubbin on some burger. she was heka hungry.
i began to laugh. next thing i know im getting hit with tiki torches and some ice pack in my head by rere. In the mean time boo-gee is half way down the street. she rlly booked it though.
but in the end....
we decided not to race them... and they didn't get eaten... then Halloween came...
"what? why did you cross the road? u was hungry?"
This one's named Lindsay. Ain't she cute? She dnt look hungry, she dnt.
I dnt send greeting cards...them things r stupid. I take pictures to express how i feel towards mi bffffffffffff. I have normal pets in mi house hold...which i put in my pictures and send as a multi media msg....
rere on the other hand, she dnt got normal pets. she ain't normal. she's crazy. This is wat i got in return
i bet your bfffff ain't got no chickens. gotta love mi r-o-d-c ( ride or die chick)
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The opinions expressed in this post are solely of the guest blogger and not the opinion or writing style or grammar style or ghetto-talk style of the owner of the blog. Management would also like to acknowledge that this 16. yr. old child doesn't actually talk the way this is written. Except when she is being stupid with Rhea (aka rere). Management is not sure WHERE this stupidity comes from. Any views should therefore be taken up with the guest blogger.
Thank you,
Management
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