Just bought fresh pine roping and trying to convince the hubster to get his ass outside and hang it AND untangle the unbelievably knotted strand of white lights from our wedding…that’s been in my trunk since our wedding, which was over a year ago. I may have to “convince” him the way only a hot mama can.
I guess I can’t wear my flannel pjs tonight….sacrifices.
of these moments.
first day of my life.
i heart this song. it reminds me of….
Jackpot for Greg’s Ugly Christmas Sweater Party!!!
Aw, these all remind me of my grandma and sweaters she actually owns.
Nothing beats the one (I MEAN NOTHING) she has with my two teenage boy cousins in camo standing next to a deer (they shot) hanging from a tree that is cut open right.down.the middle. It’s one of those sweatshirts you can get made through Walgreen’s where you send them a picture and they print it on the sweatshirt. We call my grandma, Ne Ne, a name I coined at the tender age of 2. The sweatshirt reads: Ne Ne’s Boys at the top. I have told her many times that it is a really sick picture and odd choice for a sweatshirt. She laughs. It’s not funny. It’s sick.
my face begins itching as soon as the dry air from my car vents hits it.
my hands look decrepit.
i don’t want to have sex because i like to get naked. and i can’t get naked because it’s too cold.
i have to do that trick where you lay on top of the sheets for a little while and then get under them. voila, they are heated.
i hate showering when it’s freezing.
my work parking lot is three blocks too far.
where shall i go?
(via eyeonspringfield)
Santa comes to Jolie’s school today.
WINDsday! Making purchases for Jolie’s ornament party and slightly afraid my car is going to blow of the highway. I’ll take that over no electricity for a week. We don’t want to go there again.
Last night Jolie and I went over to my parents house where we were invited for dinner. What did we have, you ask? Bacon sandwiches and fries. They bought a bunch of bacon from Findley Market that was going to go bad soon, so when I got to their house my mom was frying a shit ton of bacon.
We talked for awhile, and we got to talking about my Christmas tree and water absorption and how they had one once that wouldn’t drink the water and was dying, so they took it back. (My mom has told me this story a gazillion times, but each time is apparently brand new to her). I told them how I went to water my tree that day, and it hadn’t drank the water from the previous night. That sparked this:
Mom: “You better be careful, that’s how fires happen. That happens, so you need to be careful.”
Me: Well I paid attention over the weekend, and it seemed to absorb the water just fine.
Mom: Well watch it, because it could start a fire in your house.
Me: That’s if I were to have the Christmas lights on, and we only turns those on at night when we’re home. Obviously I’m not going to light it if the tree appears to be dying. Don’t the lights have to be on?
Mom: (skeptical) I don’t know. I’d just be careful.
Me: (to my dad who just walked into the room) Mom’s saying that my tree is going to catch on fire when I don’t have any lights on it…it’s just going to go up in flames.
Dad: Yeah, because Christmas trees spontaneously go up in flames.
Worried about the state of my tree I visited this site to make sure I was properly caring for it. Check it out in the event you have a real tree this year.
