Category Archives: Christmas

Boychild + Girlchild + Cookies + Grinch + Christmas

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Boychild + Girlchild + Cookies + Grinch + Christmas

We made cookies and watched the Grinch …we experimented with flavors and peppermint oil and chocolate…

We made Chocolate Chocolate Chip peppermint, Dark Chocolate chip hazelnut, and Peanut butter dark chocolate chip!They ate cookies until they were nauseous and I managed to avoid eating a single cookie at all (ok so I might have ate a bit of dough…)

It was glorious.

Most Christmassy thing we have done all month.

I got great pictures and hugs and smiles. Who knew a pound of butter, a couple pounds of sugar and chocolate with some flour and eggs could result in the best afternoon in a season!

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Birthday! Birthday! Birthday!

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Birthday! Birthday! Birthday!

Soooo since you guys didn’t come through on Christmas, the blessed day of allegedly sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus birth, perhaps you can come through on mine 😉

Here is all I want:

Remember, dress size 14, inseam 31, shoe size 8. Muah

Cherries!

http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/cherry-swimsuit-retro-one-piece-plus.html

More Cherries!

http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/black-cherry-cutiepie-pumps-from-pinup-couture-shoes.html

peekaboo!

http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/dixiefried-niagara-dress-black-plus.html

Blue shoes!

http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/smitten-two-tone-pump-in-matte-blue-from-pinup-couture-shoes.html

Or you could always go practical of course and buy me this:

I can make my own then:

http://www.target.com/p/Brother-Deluxe-Electronic-Sewing-Machine-CS6000i/-/A-10909301?ref=tgt_adv_XSG10001&AFID=Froogle_df&LNM=%7C10909301&CPNG=appliances&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=10909301

I’m also open to tattoo gift cards from the following shops/artists:

http://www.alteredrealitytattoo.com/ (Chris Graham)

http://www.hopelessink.com/ (Zak Anderson only)

http://ryanmasontattoos.com/ (Ryan Mason)

Thanks in advance, stalkers!

 

1 year in….

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So I am going to be short and sweet….The computer is actually supposed to be offlimits yesterday, today and tomorrow…It’s the old man and I’s first anniversary tomorrow so we took a few days off to celebrate not killing each other yet! Its been up and down and again and sideways, but when it comes down to it, we still love and hate each other passionately; honesty, fun, passion, intelligent conversation and a constant challenge to each other we are still making it~!

*plus he’s good to my kids and they like him, despite his love for the Denver Donkeys…..

On a side note: I keep finding slugs under my dishwasher…wtf

Time on my hands….

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So the kids are gone and hubby is of course working. I have all this time on my hands the next two weeks and while I will be working too, my sporadic part-time hours are not nearly as fulfilling when there is nothing but a neurotic dog to come home to…In another life I would be volunteering at a.l.p.h.a. and going to Christmas parties, but I can’t do that here because I have to wait for the Cascade AIDS Project volunteering until I start my practicum. Sigh. So I have decided to make a list of the things I could but more than likely won’t get around to doing with all my free time before I go into full on working student mom wife mode in January:

1. Use the really expensive gym membership we pay for that I have used 4 times since June and hubby has used 0. Yay for wasted resources!

2. Alphabetize the 8947504750340534 books on my shelves that when I unpacked I put into subjects and genres and swore I’d alphabetize later.

3. Write poetry (haven’t done that in like a year)

4. Play my guitar (haven’t done that in like a year)

5. Finish my Sookie Stackhouse novels, that just really aren’t as good now that I have seen the bastardized tv show (comparatively speaking, however last night I was watching “How to make an american quilt” which I haven’t seen in 15 years and realized Sophia, the mermaid character is GRAN! She has ALWAYS been old and looked exactly the same. Magic.)

I digress.

6. Clean out my son’s closet. I may need a hazmat team to do that.

7. Reorganize my clothes….I really have too many and find myself wearing the same 6 things constantly.

8. Start using my yoga dvds again.

9. Go ride the train and people watch.

10. Go to a show in Portland.

11. Take the books back to the library that are a good month overdue. Oops.

12. Sleep. Alot.

13. Finish the project I have for my 1st anniversary. Meh. Maybe this one might get done. Maybe.

14. Take the dry cleaner bag to the dry cleaner *GASP*

15. Take the large blankets from the garage to the laundry mat.

16. Go walk around and look in store front windows and create my fantasy wardrobe and house with home furnishings….

17. Actually go to one of the things the Mormon missionaries keep inviting me too, I just would feel like such a fraud and if I am theologically wrong, by going the church may fall on my head.

18. Go Christmas caroling. Ironically.

19. Get drunk.

20. Get drunk and go Christmas caroling…Drunkenly.

Hmmm. I bet there are lots more things I could do…..Most likely I will just end up at Starbucks, the dog park and here in the inter-webs….I’m so lame. LOL

Trading kiddos for Christmas

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is never a fun task but all went well today, safe and sound are we.

Much less dramatic now that the children are older. My kids too. 😛

And luckily, I LOVE his wife. She makes my world much brighter.

I digress.

I appreciate that I don’t have to do “the drive” twice a month anymore (an hour each way) BUUUUTTTT driving 4 hours each way now 8 times a year is LAME.

I shall write something worthwhile tomorrow….right now I are EX-hausted.

Merry “whatever you choose to read in this spot”!

Ah crap, really? I’m going to get sick now?

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So yesterday I sneezed, it was just like one of those “Zicam” commercials, wherein time stops at the first sneeze and you have to make a decision:

1) Ignore it;

2) Proactively start taking prophylactic vitamins.

So of course, being the whoobie joobie gal that I am, started thinking good soul boosting Louise Hays thoughts, I am healthyI feel strong” “My immune system is a superstar type of stuff.

Then I decided to be “prophylactic” and I od’d on vitamin c, d, e, multis, zinc,  garlic, ginger, tea, peppers, etc.

Then I broke out the usnea and this stuff that I love: Kickassbiotic.

Then I started taking my colloidial silver and realized Im almost out! I took the last of it last night, sniff, sniff.

Sniffle, sneeze, cough.

DAMNIT.

Now my stupid throat hurts. WAAAAAAA.

I don’t wanna be sick.

It’s Christmas.

My kids have to be driven almost 4 hours tomorrow to meet their dad for Christmas vacation.

Then I get two weeks off (except for work) and I was going to enjoy  my first break in months!

I digress.

But it’s not fair!!!! *stomp*

What do you do? What are your surefire “burn it out of your throat whiskey cayenne shots”?

Oh Santa….If’n you was wondering what to get me…..

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I have recently become obsessed with scarves. I don’t know if it is a progression from my cheesecake pinup dress obsession which led into throat scarves or if its living in the pacific NW that has done it, but either way, its here. So upon dressing this morning, I realized that I don’t have any to match a particular outfit so please buy me any of these:

Peacock Blue

Or if that’s not to your liking, I really want this book:

My mother she killed me…..

or there is always my intense yearning for this:

Ying Yang

and

Mexican Butterfly

Or my craving for these since I don’t a sewing machine anymore:

Size 14 please and I prefer polka dots and hairpieces!

Oh Oh Oh! I am down to the wire in needing this too:

Goldie (light)

or

Theda (dark)

And to get you in the spirit of buying me things, dearies, I leave you with this:

Santa, Baby….

Of course it starts in Garland, Texas!

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Season’s Eatings!

Christmas and the whole Christian story of the resurrection always makes me think of zombies. I read a lot about how to survive a zombie apocalypse….I found it highly suspect that the movie “Zombieland” began in Garland, Texas….The town where some of my deepest seated fears began. We moved there when I was really little and only lived there for approximately a year,  maybe a year and a half but in that time I was:

  • Electrocuted by crawling under my aunt’s bar and sticking keys into an electrical outlet;
  • Attacked by red ants;
  • Subsequently traumatized by being held down in an ice bath;
  • Told large black people were gorillas after going to the Dallas zoo and being shown the scary gorillas, when we lived in an apartment complex that I believe had 2 other white families besides us (oh yes, thanks passive aggressively racist family, you were my first lesson in needless hate) Pursuant to a family member’s WRONG assumption that this particular anecdote was about them; I would like to strike the above example to save face for them;
  • Pushed down the stairs by my parent’s friend’s daughter wherein I cracked my head open on the rock pad at the bottom;
  • Bitten so hard on the stomach by that girl’s brother that 30 years later I still have the teeth scars;
  • Was consistently put through windows to unlock the doors at people’s houses, including my own (did no one have keys???);
  • Watched “ET”, “Star Wars VI”, “Peter Pan” and “The Wizard of Oz” , truly it is surprising I have never been treated for some sort of neurosis….
  • Had my hair which was tied with some crazy fluffy cotton gauzy ribbon stuff get caught in a box fan;
  • Had my hamster escape and get into my bed, and my mother’s who has a preternatural fear of rodents, on separate nights;
  • Was threatened not to get out of bed in the dark because of “apartment bugs” which bit….turned on the light once to see the biggest roaches ever scatter….I didn’t know what they were until many years later, but i guarantee I never got out of bed after that….;
  • Was told (mind you I was 2-3 years old) about the lady of the lake and the copperhead snakes that were in the water and would kill me where we went swimming;
  • Went to the set of the tv show “Dallas” and was scared sh*tless by the HUGE buffalo there.

This is just off the top of my head. What the hell were my parents doing? Where were they? GEES.

Wow, what got me started on that? Oh yeah. Zombieland at Garland, Texas.

I digress(ed).

So. I think in the event of a zombie apocalypse, I would first seek out the mormon apocalypse pantries to set myself up with food. Hopefully, I would also have amassed enough guns and ammo to outlast the zombie’s starving, but I am not sure how I would fortify my home….I’m thinking that Will Smith in “I am Legend” had the bomb ass set up. Short of that, I don’t think life would be worth living. I may just sacrifice myself. I pray that when the human created (or nature created, for that matter) virus comes and starts turning us into zombies, it will be kind enough to create photophobic zombies and destroy the use of run on sentences.

How will you survive?

Will you sacrifice yourself?

Give up?

Or fight?

Praise the walking dead. Merry Christmas. Hallelujah.

HO HO HO

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So since I am a relative blogging virgin (or atleast newbie) yesterday’s foray into commentary on the occupy issues left me with some really nasty emails, comments and tweets. What is a commie bootlicker anyway?

I digress.

Today I have decided to follow Mr. Nate Shenk’s lead and share some lighthearted Christmas memories 🙂

The first specifically Christmas memory I have is from when I was 2 or 3 in Garland, Texas….I was wearing my silky R2D2 C3PO pajamas, came downstairs and got a strawberry shortcake table. I remember my mom gave me a corndog for breakfast ( I thought it was sooooo weird!) and she served it on one of those old (new then I suppose) square tubberware plates, it was red and I mixed my mustard and ketchup together with my fingers…I got hollared at….Then sometime during the day, at night I think, we watched “The Wizard of Oz” on tv. I didn’t make it all the way through.

The first Christmas I had with my son was spent in Eugene, Oregon. It was my first experience in Oregon that was out of the desert….I fell in love with the Northwest then. We mowed the lawn! Everything was green! It was fantastic! My son was much more interested in army crawling around and eating the pine needles and ornaments and wrapping paper than any of the presents we got him 🙂

The first Christmas with my daughter, she was about the same age as my son during his first Christmas (spring babies). Similar experience, although, I believe she really really liked the lights alot more because she would just stare at them forever, quietly. If you know my daughter or knew her as a baby, quietly is not how she did, or does, ANYTHING>

My best Christmas with my husband, was spent on the coast of Oregon. We came all the way from Twin Falls, Idaho to see the Decemberists in Portland at the Crystal Ballroom and spent a few days going to breweries and messing around on the coast (which is soooo nice in the winter not so much in the summer lol) On Christmas Eve, we ate in a restaurant in Yachats that has since been closed. We sat at a table by the window looking at all the old Rock Concert posters, watching the tide come into the estuary…The sun was setting and this song was playing, it was all very romantic. He was eating spagetti and meatballs and joked about how we should do the lady and the tramp thing…I rolled my eyes and laughed, he is very cheesy that way…And then he proposed. It was like in a movie. Perfection.

Hope your holiday is cheesy and as close to your version of perfection as possible….And if it isn’t, oh well…you can always just fingerpaint on your plate then.