Archive for November, 2007

What are your favorite Christmas movies?

November 30, 2007

The kids are home from school today because it’s a teacher workday, and I’m planning on treating them to one of my favorite Christmas movies EVER today (well, at least Emma): White Christmas with Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney, Danny Kaye, and others. How I love this movie. Here’s one of the best scenes:

Of course, you can’t forget the classic tearjerker It’s a Wonderful Life. I haven’t yet watched this movie without crying, and if you say you haven’t, you are a liar, liar, pants on fire. Ooh! How about Christmas Story?

Or Elf?

Or Frosty the Snowman?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation?

Home Alone?

How the Grinch Stole Christmas?

A Charlie Brown Christmas?

A Muppet Christmas Carol?


Can you stand it!??!? I just love this time of year. What’s your favorite Christmas movie?



November 29, 2007

So we have a little problem in our house with certain members of the family having issues with keeping clothes on. Especially pants. We also have an issue with this certain person leaving his pajamas and underpants in various weird places in the house OTHER than the clothes hamper in the morning, including:

Under the couch.
Under the couch cushions with (a ha!) the remote control and about a billion teensy Lego pieces.
Under the dog’s bed.
In the box of Buzz Lightyear action figures.
On the windowsill (hello, neighbor!).

This morning, I found the offending underpants right away instead of having to look for them: they were right in front of the stereo, where said Non-Pants Wearing Person had hunkered down to hijack Mom’s soothing Christmas tunes with a compilation of selections from Lion King, Veggie Tales, and Pirates of the Caribbean. I thought about leaving the underpants there until he gets home from school so he could, you know, LEARN something and pick them up, but I just couldn’t. I mean, could YOU work in a room with a pair of Hot Wheels underpants staring at you from the floor, mocking you, silently daring you to pick them up and deposit them in the mound of laundry you’re tackling today? No, you could not. And neither could I.

I had a horrible dream last night

November 28, 2007

Do you ever have such horrible dreams that you actually dream about waking yourself up so you can STOP having the dream? And then when you wake up it was so real you can’t stop thinking about it?

I had a humdinger last night. It was about the worst dream I’ve ever had, mostly because there was a lot of truth in it – it wasn’t about monsters or something like that that you can usually explain away or pooh pooh. No, this was about losing people I love. It. Was. Terrifying. I don’t want to go into it more than that, because I don’t want to give this dream any more power over my day. But I will say this: I hugged somebody until they squeaked this morning. And I’ll do it again when he gets home from school.


I love Christmas music.

November 27, 2007

Right now, this minute, I’m listening to an extra long CD mix of Bing Crosby Christmas music. I love listening to Bing croon those old tunes…..there’s something about his voice that makes me feel all cozy inside, like I’m at my Nana and Papa’s house eating homemade popcorn and listening to gory bear stories. It’s just one of the most soothing things I know. Well, that and a full-on six hour nap, but that’s not going to happen today.

Here. Here’s what I’m talking about. I dare you, no, I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU to not feel all warm and cozy inside after listening to this.

See? Instant warm and cozy. Don’t you love that?

Thanksgiving is over

November 26, 2007

So I was pretty good, diet-wise, this week. I didn’t overeat (much) and I went on massively long walks. Overall, I posted a -2 loss this week – w00t for me!

We had to stay with the MIL and OH MY GOD. She gets on my nerves within about five minutes. I love her, but CRIPES. For example: we were trying to pack up Saturday morning and every five minutes she’s pulling DH to do something: “would you change this lightbulb?” “would you fix my computer?” etc. You get the picture. She also loves to sit there in the living room with us while we’re perched on the hideabed, ready to go to sleep, and talk to us for three hours until we finally just turn over and start snoring. Argh. I love her, but I’m glad I don’t live right next door.

Thanksgiving is over, and Christmas season is upon us again. The husband is a wee bit fanatical about decorating the house; in fact, this year, he’s going for the big prize of Best Dressed House in our town. We’ve got more lights, inflatables, and various fun stuff to put out there on the yard then anyone I know. I’ll post a picture when we’re all done, it’s sure to be awesome.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving

November 22, 2007

And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a I’M DONE. SORRY.

I was going to get all Poet Laureate with yall and do a whole presentation, but I just walked like 3 miles and I’m friggin TIRED. My feet HURT. So, instead, I leave you with this video to help you get through all that tryptophan:

Happy Thanksgiving!


November 20, 2007

Know why? I’ll tell you. I read my 13 year old’s diary. This guy.


See, here’s what happened. I decided to take a break and clean the house….well, at least make things look pretty. So I was in his room, and decided to make his bed, and the diary just kind of fell out from under his pillow and I ALMOST took the high road and didn’t read it but then I was all like “Hey! I could put this in my blog, since I don’t really have anything else to write about” and things just kind of steamrolled from there.

So! Here are a few snippets that we can laugh at learn from.

Today I had to do chores all day. I think Mom and Dad are determined to make me as miserable as possible.

HA HA HA! Oh, crap, I just peed myself laughing at how pathetic this is, and yet so poignant. Onward:

I am so hot for (girl at school). I hope I can hook up with her.

Exsqueeze me? Baking powder? You are NOT ALLOWED to be hot for girls at your age and while you’re under my roof. Wait until you’re about, oh, let’s say, 34. Then I don’t have to think about the fact that Mommy’s Widdle Baby is a horndog.

Pretty much the rest of the journal is in one or both of these lines of thinking. I’ll update with more once he writes in there again……I’ll have to hurdle various moral objections that my conscience will throw at me for doing this, but that shouldn’t be much of an issue.

Prepare to be DAZZLED

November 20, 2007

Watch and learn, people. Watch and learn.

The next Weird Al

November 19, 2007

Do I have a TREAT for you sometime today (now if that’s not a vague promise, I don’t know WHAT is). For some inexplicable reason, I bought Henry one of those annoying kid’s accordions from the local extremely overpriced toy store – you know the kind, the one that charges like fricking $5.99 for a TOP because it’s “educational”. Educational, my ass.

Anyway, Henry has decided to go all Weird Al with this accordion, and I got it ON FILM. So once I figure out how to upload the footage to this here thing called the Internets, I will share it with you. However, while you’re waiting, please watch this:

You know, just to whet the appetite.

Look at me! I've been tagged! Ta ra la la!

November 18, 2007

harley.pngI’m JUST about as excited as my doggy Harley looks like there in his Halloween costume that I’ve been tagged by the super-talented Lilly Potter Knits to do this little meme that includes me basically spilling my guts, embarrassing myself, and ending up in a revolting puddle all over the floor. Or not. That was just the vodka speaking.

Anywho! Here be the rules, matey:

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and/or weird things about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Ehhhhhhhhh….7 things? 7? Okay, here goes:

  1. I was 17th in Washington state for the national spelling bee. This close to making it.
  2. I get carsick like, instantly. I can be in the car ten minutes and want to hork. Charming, isn’t it?
  3. I’m a horrible cook, but an excellent special occasion cook. You don’t want me on Wednesdays, but for Thanksgiving, I’m like a cooking ninja.
  4. I hate, HATE, to fly. Hate it.
  5. I break out into Rodgers and Hammerstein tunes quite often.
  6. I love to paint. Would you like to see my etchings (insert nasty old lady laugh here)?
  7. I drool when I sleep.

Oh, highly fascinating, I know. Here’s the next seven victims candidates:

Fantastical Mediocrity

New At Art

Reflections in the Snow Covered Hills

E Flo

The Chronicles of Fatty Dimples

My Own Little Corner

Rose’s Reflections

I have to admit – that last blog was not entirely randomly chosen; but whatcha gonna do, huh? WHATCHA GONNA DO! Nothing, that’s what.