December 7, 2005

• I like this new background ALOT....though I liked this other one with
  Santa praying to Jesus a little better..couldn't figure out how to get
  it on here...had all the little woodland creatures around it...actually
  I DO have it on a thumbnail..
  
  Isn't that sweet?  I wish I could get it up as my background...but this one'll do too. 

  So my lovely son tells me a joke yesterday...ya ready for this? 
  Knock knock (he says)
  Who's there? (I say expecting something ELSE)
  Bitch (HE SAYS all innocently, mind you)
  I then go into this long speech how that's a bad word, etc...he looks
  at me all confused and says it's the SNEEZE joke, mom! (he meant ATCH
  not the other word...oops...Ya know, we say Atch Who, then he says do
  you need a tissue? hahahaa)  So now my hubby and I have a nice
  little joke between ourselves...he kisses me goodnight all romantic,
  and says every so sexily..."hey, knock knock bitch..." Nice,
  hunh?  Normally not my favorite thing to say or be called, but in
  the text of the joke from my son, kinda funny...Guess we also need to
  watch our mouths around here too...oops.  It's when I drive, I
  know it...I turn into this foul mouthed maniac...I'm amazed he didn't
  say worse, actually!

  Oh- my friend put my son's picture on her site...I don't know how to do
  that myself yet, so I copied her picture...here's my angelic little one
  and his best buddy...(Jason is the one on the left)
  

   
  
  My mama's dog died today.  Her little schnauzer she's had for
  about 16 years...passed away during the night.  She, of course, is
  VERY upset...though she knew for the last week that it was
  coming.  Sucks even worse that my Dad has a bad back right now,
  can't bend over to pick Pfeffer up to move her out...so until my
  brother who lives closer can get there, there she will lie.  (my
  mom can't really bend over and pick her up either)  Wish I could
  just drive down and help out...I dunno, but it sure makes me
  think  and worry about their health issues being all the way down
  in BF Missouri, and not being able to pick up a dog...what if one of
  THEM falls?  Our parents aren't supposed to get old.  I
  remember making my mom promise to live til 110 one time...and she
  promised.  I've also made that promise to my own children. 
  No, I'm not gonna hold her to it, I'm not nuts...just thinking about
  really crappy possibilities.  OK...that's enough...
  

  My sis is coming over today and we are going to watch Christmas movies
  and do Christmas cards.  As soon as Little Guy goes to preschool
  anyway.  Yesterday he had a field trip to the ice skating rink...I
  think I can safely say he HATED it...too cold, too slippery, the shoes
  were uncomfortable, etc...though they did bring out the zamboni, and
  the kids got to sit up in the drivers seat and honk the horn!!!  I
  think that was the highlight.  The dad sponsor (he works at the
  rink) was telling us all how his kid (also 4-in Jason's class) used to
  also hate skating, but day after day for 6 months, he'd make 'em get
  out there, in tears and skate.  I"m thinking "dude, you're
  psycho." He's PROUD of making his kid skate when he didn't want
  to?  I wanted to smack 'im upside his head. 

  I"m so behind this season...though I AM almost done Christmas
  shopping...I need to do my Christmas cards yet, write those pesky
  letters, start baking cookies and brownies (we give out homemade
  Christmas cookies...fancy ones to our friends and neighbors for
  Christmas...my counters are literally STACKED with different types of
  cookies this time of year...my Chinese delivery guys love me, 'cause I
  get so sick of cooking, I'll order Chinese and have them test new
  cookies I've made!), wrap said presents, put up the tree (around the
  15th), and do all the activities that happen around this
  time...whew.  And I"m typing on xanga.  Wouldn't it be cool
  if there was something that we could just talk to on our xanga's that
  would type it automatically and submit for us?  We could be
  vacuuming, cooking, etc...and doing our xanga's at the same
  time!   Ah...an addict's dream!  (SO SAD)

  Funny-time: (this one is hilarious...just gotta read it like Dick and Jane)

  See Mother. See Mother laugh. Mother is happy. Mother is happy 
  about Christmas. Mother has many plans. Mother has many plans for
  Christmas.  Mother is organized. Mother smiles all the time. 
  Funny, funny Mother.
  
  See mother. See mother smile. Mother is happy. The shopping is all
  done. See the children watch T.V. Watch children, watch. See the 
  children change their minds. See them ask Santa for different toys.
  Look, look, Mother is not smiling. Funny, funny Mother.
  
  See Mother. See Mother sew. Mother will make dresses. Mother will
  make robes. Mother will make shirts. Look ...  Mother put the 
  zipper in wrong. See Mother sews the dress on the wrong side. See
  Mother cut the skirt too short. See Mother put the material away 
  until January. Look, look, see Mother take a tranquilizer. Funny,
  funny Mother.
  
  See Mother. See Mother buy raisins and nuts. See Mother buy 
  candied pineapple and powdered sugar. See Mother buy flour and 
  dates and pecans and brown sugar and bananas and spice and vanilla.
  Look, Look, Mother is mixing everything together. See the children
  press out the cookies. See the flour on their elbows. See the 
  cookies burn. See the cake fall. See the children pull taffy. See
  Mother pulls her hair. See Mother cleans the kitchen with the 
  garden hose. Funny, funny, Mother.
  
  See Mother. See Mother wrap presents. See Mother look for the end
  of the scotch tape roll. See Mother bites her fingernails. See 
  Mother go. See Mother goes to the store for the 12th time in one 
  hour. See Mother go. See Mother goes faster. Run Mother, run! See 
  Mother trims the tree. See Mother has a party. See Mother makes 
  popcorn. See Mother scrubs the rug. See Mother tears up the 
  organized plan. See Mother forgets the gift for Uncle Harold. See
  Mother gets the hives! Go Mother Go! See the far-away look in 
  Mother's eyes. Mother is disorganized. Mother is disoriented. 
  Funny, funny Mother.
  
  It is finally Christmas morning. See the happy family. See Father
  smile. Father is happy. Smile Father Smile! Father loves the fruit-
  cake. Father loves the Christmas pudding. Father loves his new 
  neckties. 
  
  Look, look. See the happy children. See the children's toys. 
  Santa was very good to the children. The children will remember 
  this Christmas. See Mother. Mother is slumped in a chair. Mother
  is crying uncontrollably. Mother does not look well. Mother has 
  ugly dark circles under her blood shot eyes. Everyone helps Mother
  to bed. Mother sleeps quietly under heavy sedation. 
  
  See Mother smile!

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