You want extra addictive time on the computer:  try this website!

http://www.popularfront.com/seasonsgreetings/ 

Saw this on teachnmoms site this morning...haven't heard back from the
radio station yet...keep the prayers going, and fingers crossed, and
eyes squinched...whatever works!!!!

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?  Hmm...eggnog is yummy...hot choc is yummy...I'm split.
2.
Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Unwrapped...he also drapes tinsel icicles on everything he
touches...it's like his fingerprints...so there will be tinsel on his
glass of milk, the cookie plate, the fireplace, and I will also put a
lttle on the kids pillows, so it show's that Santa came and kissed them
while they were sleeping...
3.
Colored lights on tree/house or white?  Totally color and none of
those icicles tht EVERYONE and their dog seems to have...we do it old
style.
4. Do you hang mistletoe?  Yup
5.
When do you put your decorations up?  Most decor goes up Dec. 1, the tree goes up somewhere in the middle of Dec.
6.
What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? My mama's stuffing!
7.
Favorite Holiday memory as a child? Falling asleep under the pie-safe
with the big Chow we had...the glow of the Christmas lights on my face,
all cozy warm from the dog...
8.
When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?I never gave up
Santa...my parents had to phase him out, knowing I had to know by
then...(I think I may have been in 6th or 7th grade) and I totally did,
but why not milk it while you still can?
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? No
10.
What kind of cookies does Santa get set out for him? Sugar cookies the
kids have decorated...Santa REALLY likes the one's that're pretty much
solid red hots.
11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?  LOVE it
12.
Can you ice skate? On my butt, I'm a pro.  I'm really good at
sliding across an icy parking lot on my shoes...Tom Cruise style.
13.
Do you remember your favorite gift? Christmas, I'm assuming...As a
child, it would be the toy chest my dad made for me...had a Spider man
lining too...great for hide and seek...As an adult, a proposal of
marriage from my husband.
14. What is the most important thing about the Holidays for you?  Spending time with my family
15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?   my sis in law pecan pie
16.
What is your favorite holiday tradition? Cuddling the night we put up the tree on the couch and listening to Christmas carols.
17.
What
tops your tree?  A really cheap gold and silver tinfoil-like
star...however, my daughter picked it out when she was itty bityy, so
it's more precious than gold.
18.
Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving? Totally giving...I love to watch peoples faces as they open their gifts...
19.
What is your favorite Christmas Carol?  Mary did you Know (Kenny Rogers), and Carol of the Bells
20. Candy
Canes! Yuck or Yum? Yummy...c'mon it's sugar.  Carry a pocket full all the time in December! 

Wow...did I write this?  (found it on a joke site...but it's too real to be too funny!)

Dear Santa,

 
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned, and cuddled my 
two children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my 
doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant 
a shade tree on the school playground, and figured out how to 
attach nine patches onto my daughter's girl scout sash with 
staples and a glue gun.
 
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases,
since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the 
back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who 
knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
 
Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't 
ache after a day of chasing kids (in any color, except purple, 
which I already have) and arms that don't flap in the breeze, but 
are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out of the candy 
aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost 
mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
 
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like a car with
fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult 
music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing 
talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment 
behind the crisper where I can hide when I want to talk on the 
phone.
 
On the practical side, I could use a talking daughter doll that 
says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with one
potty-trained toddler, two kids who don't fight, and three pairs of
jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. 
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, "Don't eat 
in the living room", "Take your shoes off the couch," and 'Take 
your hands off your brother/sister," because my voice seems to be 
just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by 
the dog. 
 
And please don't forget the Playdoh Travel Pack, the stocking 
stuffer this year for mothers of preschoolers. It comes in three 
fluorescent colors and is guaranteed to crumble on any carpet 
making the In-laws' house seem just like mine.
 
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for 
enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same 
morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature 
without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
 
If you don't mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to 
brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to 
declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience 
immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to 
help around the house without demanding payment as if they were 
the bosses of an organized crime family; or if my toddler didn't 
look so cute sneaking downstairs to eat contraband ice cream in 
his pajamas at midnight.
 
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my 
feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
 
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the 
chimney and come in and dry off by the fire so you don't catch 
cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table, but don't eat too 
many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
 
Yours Always,
Mom
 
PS One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep 
my children young enough to believe in you.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!  A local radio station here is doing 12
Christmas wishes for people who need a little extra help this
season...I put my sisters name in...and I got called today for
it!!!!  They told me if I could spend $800.00 on my sis and her
kids, what would I buy?  OH MY GOSH!  It's not guaranteed for
sure yet, but the lady said it had made it to her desk, so it was
lookin' good...I "spent" a little more than half just on heating
things...her new rental home appears to not have a great working
heater...all kids have now taken to sleeping with her just for body
warmth...she even got herself a hat to wear to bed to try to keep
warm.  So I asked for electric mattress pads for all beds,
electric blankets for all beds, 2 space heaters, warm fleece jammies
for all, heated footies...etc...so every one please pray that my sis
gets picked for this...her little one can of course NOT get sick...she
just had her 5th brain surgery about a month ago, so a nice warm house
would be beneficial for sure!

That's on the top of my head right now, and can't really think of
anything else I'm so excited about this!!!!  I thought I'd try to
find a funny, but I found this instead...pretty sweet poem...and
definitely worth thinking about...

Santa's Secret Wish


 On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
 Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise
 And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee,
 "I want your secret. Tell it to me."

 He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear
 "How do you do it, year after year?"
 "I want to know how, as you travel about,
 Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.

 How is it, Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys
 You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?
 Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way
 around the whole world, The reindeer pulling your sleigh

 From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
 From nation to nation, reaching them all?"
 And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
 "Don't ask me hard questions.  Don't you want a toy?"

 But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
 That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
 He told that small boy with the light in his eyes,
 "My secret will make you sadder and wise.

 "The truth is that my sack is magic.  Inside
 It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
 But although I do visit each girl and each boy
 I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.

 Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
 Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
 Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve.
 Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?

 "My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
 But for homes where despair lives toys aren't enough.
 So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
 And I pray with them that they'll be given the joy

 Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
 In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.
 "If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
 When I visit next year, what I will find there

 Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love
 And boys and girls gifted with light from above.
 It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
 To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.

 But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
 For God has a way of meeting each need.
 "That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
 Is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.

 In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
 More love than a Santa could ever give away.
 The sack never empties of love, or of joys
 `Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys.

 The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
 Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.
 "And do you know something?  You've got a sack, too.
 It's as magic as mine and it's inside of you.

 It never gets empty, it's full from the start.
 It's the center of lights, and love. It's your heart.
 And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
 Don't be so concerned with the gifts 'neath your tree.

 Open that sack called your heart, and share
 Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."
 The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.
 "Thanks for your secret. I've got to be going."

 "Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go.
 Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?"
 And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
 Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, "I will."

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!

Hmmmm...I know it's been a little bit since I updated...sorry...welcome to the Holiday season, I suppose...first of all...CONGRATULATIONS TO RVMANN AND WIFE...they just found out they're having another little one...now THAT'S a great Christmas present!  (but not for me, thanks!)

Got the house all decorated finally...no Christmas tree up yet,
though...that goes up around mid-month, even though it's a fake
tree.  Grew up with a real one and never got used to the "putting
it up on Thanksgiving 'cause it's not gonna dry up" thing. Plus my cats
attack the ornaments if left up too long...too much temptation, I guess.
                                                   

I really need to write my Christmas letters...ugh.  How's that for
Christmas spirit?  I do feel jolly, but HAVING to do something and
having it hang over your head kinda sucks.  BUT - it's good to
catch up with all the relatives and such that don't get a daily blow by
blow. 

Had an interesting conversation with myself the other day.  My
daughter had her DARE graduation at school on Thursday.  I hung
out with her after at the little reception the PTA had cooked up for
them.  She sat with a whole bunch of girls at the back
table...NICE girls.  I asked her what the social look was
there...she said there really wasn't a "jock" table or anything, just
different groups that hang out together...she didn't really care, was
friends with most of them.  I noticed that there were clicky kind
of groups happening...there was the table full of girls with big hoopie
earings and ponytails looking like future cheerleaders, all the boys
with jerseys sat at one table, girls with not so happening clothes at
one table, a table full of mish-mash kids. (Jess was at this one
-  couple of boys, different ethnicities, etc...)(and by
mish-mash, I mean all different types of kids, not wanting to go into
one click or another)...ANYWAY...I caught myself thinking that I wished
she was at the wannabe cheerleader table.  You know, the
super-popular kids.  WHY?  I was the "floater" in school,
too...nothing wrong with that.  You're friends with almost
everyone, without any of the hassle, really.  Complicated feelings
alert:  I wanted her to never have problems with worrying about
fitting in,  to be one of "those girls" but in a good way, to have
the look of one of those super put together girls...Then I thought
about it....I DON'T want her to be in that crowd...but I have to keep
reminding myself I don't...anyone following still?  Seems to me
that that's the crowd put into the most pressured positions...sex,
booze, drugs, body issues, etc....I think I should be happy that she is
the person she is...happy with herself and not wanting to be better
than anyone else, always wanting everyone to get along...she's a great
kid. Isn't it weird that we try to relive our lives through our
children?  I need to make a conscious effort to realize SHE IS NOT
ME, and she is herself.  'K...

Kween of Queens Assignment:
She had an assingment this time of writing a letter to your life. 
I have no clue what I am supposed to do here.  Writing a letter to
myself, piece of cake...do it all the time with xanga...my life,
however, I dunno.  Here goes nothin...(possibly literally) I think
I'm gonna write a letter like I'm in the future writing a letter to my
self just starting out in life...savvy?

Dear Life,
    Hello...got some things to tell you...pay close
attention.  FIRST:  don't eat those mushrooms mom's gonna fry
up when you're 10.  They're gonna make you puke for days. 
Plus, if you're the only one who doesn't eat them, you can sit back and
watch everyone else line up for the bathrooms.  At 16 and you
really want to kiss your cousin's gross friend Pat, just 'cause you're
sweet 16 and never been kissed...DON'T DO IT...you will realize the
next morning when you see him in daylight and these really stupid
looking shorts that he's gross and you wasted your first kiss! 
When you're 17, and that Shannon chick (I remembered her name,
Rollagirl) makes a comment to you in the hallway, make some snide
comment back, will ya? Do not be afraid of her perfect hair and pom-poms... You're gonna be a full foot taller than
her, you can take her in a fight...When you're 18 and you meet a guy
named Chris, RUN AWAY as fast as you can...he's all bad news...the
worst...he will ruin a year of your life with both verbal and physical
abuse...you're better than that.  And for goodness sake, let Roger
kiss you when you're play wrestling in the apartment at
college!!!  DO go ahead and join the military...you will meet your
other half there and fall madly in love...DO NOT separate
early...finish your term, so you can get your college finished and paid
for...you will get your lovely kids anyway...just a few years
later...Speaking of lovely kids...you have the BEST KIDS EVER...Super
sweet, kind and caring...the boy is rambunctious, devilish, and full of
snuggles...the girl is as sweet and good...but can kick up a ruckus if
needed.  Your life is wonderful...great husband, great kids, great
house...all is good...(OH-and when you're pregnant, try not to eat
quite so much...you wind up getting a bit huge...and stay that way! ...)
Love, Always...ME

That was probably kinda stupid and so way off what was supposed to be done...oh well...it was kinda fun to write!

Oooh...Jess sings during offering next Sunday at Church...a solo! 
I'm so excited!  Today, at youth, 5 of us were sitting around,
there was a bunch of other noise going around...I asked Jess to give us
a trial sing, she did, and it got SO quiet...not a peep while she was
singing...hope that's a good thing!  I think she sounds awesome,
but you never know if the ol' mommy blinders/earmuffs are on or not!

Well, ya'll have a great Monday and take care!  Funny time:

Christmas Carols For The Psychiatrically Challenged


Schizophrenia --
Do You Hear What I Hear?

Multiple Personality Disorder --
We Three Queens Disoriented Are

Dementia -- 
I Think I'll be Home for Christmas

Narcissistic --
Hark the Herald Angles Sing About Me

Manic --
Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores
and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and trees and 
Fire Hydrants and.....

Paranoid --
Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me

Borderline Personality Disorder --
Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire

Personality Disorder --
You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll 
Tell You Why

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --
Jingle Bells, jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle 
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells, jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle 
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells, jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle 
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells, jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle 
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells, jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle 
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells...

Guess what everyone?  This morning, IT SNOWED HERE!!!!   Just little bitty baby flakes...the kind you can't even really see unless it does a whole bunch...and it only lasted about 2 minutes, but, YEAGH SNOW!!!  And it keeps spittin' on and off like that, too...so maybe, when we wake up, the ground'll be all white and the branches covered with their blankets of snow...I can't wait.  We just didn't get enough last Winter...I think one good snowman making snow, and we didn't have time to go sledding after that!  I seem to remember having lots and lots of snow growing up...and that was in Missouri...(down low)...my bros and sis's and I would always make snow ice cream...you have to find the clean snow (no yellow-yuck), add a little sugar, milk, peppermint extract and raisins. So yummy.  And my mom would make hot toddies (minus the booze) for us, and then the girls'd all pile in the tub full of perfectly hot water...ahhh...memories....we need more snow.  I can't figure out why my post is so skinny...except that I put that neat thing down below in, and I can't get rid of all the little shapes floating around as I type...and no, it's not LSD...there's really floaties. Got a WHOLE bunch of Christmas shopping done today!  Heeheehee...I love Christmas.  I got my daughter this really cool necklace from Hallmark...silver chain, then there's these hoops that go on it..you can choose the sentiments that are written on the hoops...I think I got her :  daughter (go figure), laugh, hope, believe, and inspire.  4 very important things, I think.  Got this from RVMann...he also USED to have this great song on his site....: ) The most destructive habit………………………….worry
The greatest joy……………………………………...	Giving
The greatest loss…………………………………….	Loss of Self-Respect
The most satisfying work……………………………	Helping others
The ugliest personality trait…………………………	Selfishness
The most endangered species……………………..	Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource……………………...	Our Youth
The greatest “shot in the arm”……………………...	Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome………………..	Fear
The most effective sleeping pill…………………….	Peace of Mind
The most crippling failure disease…………………	Excuses
The most powerful force in life……………………..	Love
The most dangerous pariah………………………..	A Gossiper
The most incredible computer……………………..	The Brain
The worst thing to be without………………………	Hope
The deadliest weapon………………………………	The Tongue
The two most power-filled words…………………..	“I Can”
The greatest asset…………………………………..	Faith
The most worthless emotion……………………….	Self-Pity
The most beautiful attire…………………………….	Smile
The most prized possession………………………..	Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication…...	Prayer
The most contagious spirit………………………….	Enthusiasm

 

And because I have nothing but serious respect for
above "most" submission, there is no funny today...except you know you
gotta leave smiling, so...here's just a little humor on your way
out:  (speaking of snow...this is too funny...even though I still
love the white stuff!)

Diary of a Snow Shoveler...

December 8 - 6:00 PM. It started to snow. The first snow of
the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours
by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven.
It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like
newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9 - We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white
snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight!
Can there be a more lovely place in the Whole World? Moving here was
the best idea I've ever had. Shoveled for the first time in years
and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the
sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the
sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What
a perfect life.

December 12 - The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a
disappointment. My neighbor tells me not to worry, we'll definitely
have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob
says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never
want to see snow again. l don't think that's possible. Bob is such a
nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.

December 14 - Snow lovely snow! 8" last night. The
temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so.
The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the
driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back
this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn't realize I would
have to do quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in
shape this way. I wish l wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15 - 20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a
4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra
shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case
the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska,
after all.

December 16 - Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the
ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife
laughed for an hour, Which I think was very cruel.

December 17 - Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to
go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the
blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and
try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but
won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't
believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20 - Electricity's back on, but had another 14"
of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling. Took all day .Damn
snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but
they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying.
Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow
blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I
think they're lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have
it done and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22 - Bob was right about a white Christmas because
13 more inches of the white crap fell today, and it's so cold it
probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all
dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to pee. By the time I
got undressed, peed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel.
Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the
winter; but he says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying.

December 23 - Only 2" of snow today. And it warmed up to
0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this
morning. What is she nuts!!! Why didn't she tell me to do that a
month ago? She says she did but I think she's lying.

December 24 - 6". Snow packed so hard by snowplow, l
broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever
catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plow I'll drag him
through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken
shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish
shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour
and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife
wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents,
but I was too busy watching for the goddamn snowplow.

December 25 - Merry freakin' Christmas! 20 more inches of the damn slop tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my
blood boil. God I hate the snow!
Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him
over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I
think shes a fricking idiot. If I have to watch "It's A
Wondeful Life" one mor time, I'm going to stuff her into the
microwave.

December 26 - Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move
here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27 - Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze,
plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me
1,400 to replace all my pipes.

December 28 - Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. THE
BITCH is driving me crazy!!!

December 29 - 10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the
roof or it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard.
How dumb does he think I am?

December 30 - Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver
he is now suing me for a million dollars not only the beating I gave
him but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass.
The wife went home to her mother. 9" predicted.

December 31 - I set fire to what's left of the house. No more
shoveling.

January 8 - Feel so good. I just love those little white
pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?

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Have a great day, folks!

EDIT
EDIT EDIT: HOW 'BOUT NOW?  Good grief, and WHY didn't someone clue
me in on the fact that I was sucking since I joined xanga?

EDIT EDIT:  DOES EVERYONE SEE THE GIANT SNOWFLAKES IN THE BACKGROUND, AND ARE MY LETTERS ALL SQUSHED TOGETHER?  I checked my public preview thing, and it doesn't look anything at all like the page I see...

EDIT:  I FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE MY SITE PURTY ALL BY MYSELF!!! I'M SO PROUD!!!!  (and I finally went premium, too!)

Happy Sunday to you all....it's a cold, rainy mornng here......I
really wanted hubby to put lights up on the house today...he goes on a
business trip up to Chicago later today, so I won't have my man slave
around!  (man-slave, yeah-right!)  I"d do it if I wasn't
scared to death of heights...I can't stand on a chair without feeling
shaky nervous about it! 

Tell me whatchyall think here.  Firstly, I do NOT believe in
saying negative things to people...i.e., you're stupid, ugly,
etc...even in jest.  Won't do it...so when someone does it to my
kids I have a problem...We had some people over last night...very close
people...their daughter insists on being a negative individual...though
she does love Jess-I think she also has negative self esteem issues,
and Jess triggers them alot...but not on purpose. Jess also believes in
not tearing people down.  So, anyway, last night this kid decides
to just out of the blue call Jess stupid (playing around of course), I
tell her that I don't like that kind of language in my house...and if
Jason starts repeating those kind of words, I wouldn't have her back in
my house. She just does that kind of crap all the time...and I wasn't
going to have it in my home. I hear Mom get on her all the time about
it too, and the mom didn't mind (that I know of) me speaking up. 
So when they go to leave, Mom smacks the kid on the arm (not too
hard-friendly but serious smack), and KID SMACKS HER BACK HARDER. 
A smacking fight ensues, getting more and more not really
playful.  Kid grabs mom's hands interlocking fingers and they
start wrestling kinda like that.  Kid screams (also a huge drama
queen), and runs out the door.  I have so many feelings about
this.  OK...so if it's playing around, I don't think a big adult
should challenge, even in serious play, a kid (though she's almost the
same size as mom)...I think it got seriously out of hand.  It was
like watching 2 wild animals battle for superiority.  Weird. So
I'm having issues this morning, wrestling this behavior around in my
head...I definitely don't  want it around me, and my kids don't
need to see that either.  But as I said, these people are
CLOSE....can't really just avoid them.  Aack!  I hate when my
happy world gets intruded upon!

Oh well...here's a quiz I got from teachnmom....

What is your name? Mindy

Any nicknames? Mimi, Mel, Min, Mama, Mom

When is your birthday? 5-10-72

Where were you born? Oklahoma

How many children do you have? and what are their ages?

1 girl, Jess-11; 1 boy, Jason-4

Are you married? Yes

When is your anniversary? 2-18-93

Your husbands name? A

Where do you live? near St. Louis

What type of house do you live in? 2 story yellow house in the 'burbs

What do you drive? Ford Taurus

Any pets? 3 kitties...Kiya (14 yrs old), Chako (12 yrs old), and Callie
(2 yrs old)..2 fish-Stripey and, of course, Finding Nemo...so named by
my son.  (we did have one of those sucker fish...he was named
suck-job...nice, hunh?) And if you count plants as pets, my son has a venus fly trap and a pitcher plant he adores greatly!

What is your profession? Stay at home mom. In the summer, also a director for a preschool summer camp.

What other jobs have you had? Working backward...on base child care
worker, preschool teacher, YMCA daycare worker, owned and operated my
own child gymnasium in Japan, computer operator in the Air Force, CNA
at a nursing facility, work-study at psych building, Heidelburg cook,
Pizza Hut, Dominoes, Taco Bell (the latter 5 jobs I held at one time
during college to pay for it), Wal-Mart, and babysitting through high
school.  WHEW!

Have you lived anywhere else? yup! Missouri's where I grew up mostly,
boot camp in TX, tech school in Mississippi, stationed in Japan for 6
yrs, and here.

Any hobbies? I love to take pics and scrapbook when I actually have the
time...I try to get my reading in, and every so often I get to listen
to something that's not geared toward 4 yr olds.

Any clubs/activities? Just constant chauffering to my kiddos, and everything associated with them!

That's all folks!  Here's some funny for ya!

Martha Stewart's Post-Thanksgiving To Do List

1.Blanch the carcass from your Thanksgiving turkey, taking care to
remove all meat, cartilage and sinew.Dry carcass thoroughly. Spray
paint the carcass gold, turn it upside down, and use it as a sleigh to
hold holiday greeting cards.

2.Outfit neighborhood rats with tiny antlers and elf uniforms.

3.Deflate your car tires and re-fill them with Glade Holiday
Scented air.This way, when your tires get shot out or slashed at the
mall, they will release a fresh, cheery scent.

4.Organize your spice rack by genus and phylum.

5.When you receive your new phone book, use the old one as a
personal address book by simply crossing out the names and addresses of
people whom you don't know.

Well, THAT was fun.  We're actually still here at my mom and
dads house...I'm hating his keyboard, though.  Mine at home is
ergonomic, and this one is very hard to type on. 

My hubby is out currently shooting guns out in the field with my
brother...at what, who knows?  They said something about bringing
squirrel home for dinner, so we'll see.   Seems 24 people for
Thanksgiving dinner can eat 5 pies (2 pumpkin, 2 pecan, and 1 raisin) a
26 lb. turkey, and all the various fixin's in one day...no leftovers to
be found today.  Sigh.  When I go home, I'll make my yummy
punkin pie for just us to pig out on all weekend...or at least for an
hour.  ('til it's gone!)  It was scrumptious, though....can't
beat my mom's giblet gravy...did I ever mention I come from an old
school farm? We reminisced today about milking the cow before school,
riding the cows in the pen, swimming in the poo infested pond, and
skinny dipping down in the creek...growing up here was fun.

Highlights of the weekend:
The trekker ride:  my mom and dad recently purchased this HUGE 4
wheeler that pulls a wagon behind it...awesome toy for all the
grandkids and big kids...(by big kids, I mean adults).  Well, a
couple of weeks ago, an elderly neighbor got lost and died on my
parents' property.  (I know, NOT a hightlight...but she did die
happy...she had alzheimers, and was apparently picking apples...they
said she was smiling when they found her)  (oh- my parents also
have about 300 or so acres)...well, the coroner and the police couldn't
get back to where she was on foot very easily, so dad took the trekker
out and they fetched her out with it.  So...to terrify the
semi-young neices and nephews we told them all about it and that her
ghost would ride in the trekker.  My husband convinced them all to
take a night ride in it to the spot where they found her...(we're
talking about the teens in the family, not the little guys)...so my
brother G and sis W decide to walk down the hill (it's dark) and try to
scare the bejeebers out of them on their way back.  Didn't
work...G ran straight into a giant sticker bush, and W about got run
over by said trekker...so everyone in the trekker makes it back all
happy...we ask them if they saw anything else, they said
no...why?  So some of go down to find W trying to extricate G from
this huge bush....FUNNY!  (he was O.K. by the way..)
Great foot in mouth scene:  My 16 yr old neice is a vegan. 
VERY vegan.  My brother G, his wife, and I were talking about some
of the things we used to do on the farm...my SIL starts talking about
how on their farm, she always liked to watch the chickens get whacked
(don't know about her!), then Greg starts making it very visual...those
of you who have seen chickens get "whacked" can guess what he was
talking about...poor neice turns absolutely GREEN and runs off
crying.  SIL felt so bad, as did my bro.  They had no idea,
and I had totally forgotten...she came back in a few minutes, and
everything was OK....my Thanksgiving was full of fun little moments
like this....Oh-and my mom started it off with trying to count all the
children..."let's see, there's 10 natural grandchildren and 3 that
aren't really ours."   That started it off on a good note
with the new SIL, too.  My hubby made up a new song..."the
Dysfunctional Family Thanksgiving Song"  sung to the tune of the
12 days of Christmas.  Too funny...wish I could remember some of
the words, but I was laughing so hard!  I do love my family,
though...

'Twas loud, however.  Kids for the most part got along...my
poor little guy is just not a toughie, however...one of the "new"
cousins (new by marriage) IS tough, so we had to stop all horseplay
real quick, or I think Jason would have gotten broken.  Seriously,
cousin's big brother was showing us how tough little cousin was by
picking him up by his belly skin,  throwing things at his head,
etc...Jason tried to jump on his back (this other kid is only 5) and
knock him down (just horsing around, mind you) and the other kid
piledrived him into the hardwood floor.  Ouch. Fun stuff.  I
got in a big argument with the sis that's living close to me last
night...grrrr...stupid crap, too.  Stupid enough, in fact, I'm not
even going to bother going into it....just suffice to say, she's a
bullheaded twerp sometimes.

We're headed for home tonight...I'd better take some heavy duty
motrin.  It's tradition to blast Christmas carols on the way home
from Thanksgiving...3 hrs of Chipmunks Christmas usually. 
Yeagh.  But we let them do that, then we don't do anything
Christmas until the 1st, then we get to decorate (except for the tree),
watch the Christmas movies, etc...it's All Christmas, All the
time.  Which I love, by the way.

Oh- it's time to go...I'll have to write at ya'll later!  Hope
you all had a great Thanksgiving and not too many tummy aches!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!!!

I know I said I'd get to my list of thankfuls, but I gotta get out the
door in about 20 minutes.  I'll for sure do them, though...I
really don't think it matters that it be done on Thanksgiving...we
should give our thanks year round. 

Don't eat to much everyone...yeah, right.  Pass that punkin pie!  (and plop on the Cool Whip!)

Here's some jokes to keep the kids occupied in the car (memorize them - they might save your sanity)

Thanksgiving Riddles and Jokes If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring? ? Pilgrims Which cat discovered America? ? Christofurry Columbus Why do turkeys always go, "gobble, gobble"? ? Because they never learned good table manners! What key has legs and can't open doors? ? A Turkey Why did Johnny get such low grades after Thanksgiving? ? Because everything is marked down after the holidays What has feathers and webbed feet? ? A turkey wearing scuba gear How can you send a turkey through the post office? ? Bird class mail Why did the Pilgrims want to sail to America in the spring? ? Because April showers bring Mayflowers What happened when the turkey got into a fight? ? He got the stuffing knocked out of him Why did the turkey cross the road? ? It was the chicken's day off Why was the turkey the drummer in the band? ? Because he had the drumsticks Knock Knock Who's there? Waddle Waddle who? ? Waddle I do if you don't open the door? What do you call a dumb gobbler? ? A jerky turkey What sound does a space turkey make? ? Hubble, hubble, hubble What do you call a gobbler who thinks he knows everything? ? A smirky turkey Why did the man invest in feathers? ? He heard the stock market was going down What kind of potatoes go oui-oui-buzz-buzz? ? French flies What kind of vegetable would you like tonight? ? Beets me How do you make gold soup? ? Just throw in fourteen carrots (carats)

Wow. 
That's kind of scary, daunting, exciting, whatever.  I've never
gotten so many comments in my whole xanga life.   Now I'm all
shy.  But thank you all for the great comments, and hi to all new
friends who keep coming around! 

I was tagged by nameless (I really need to learn how to link...yes, I
know someone told me how, but c'mon, it took me awhile to get the cut
and paste down, too!)  to do this quiz...I love these
things...nothing gets to the heart of the matter like these get to know
you quizzes...I should try to make one up...that would be fun! 
Hmmm...maybe I'll do that after Thanksgiving...

I think I'm ready for the next 4 days...we're going to my parents house
for Thanksgiving this year.  I have 16 pre-bottled
Mudslides.  My husband will stalk up on beer and St. James
wine.  We're not alkies, I swear...let me paint you a little
picture.  All of us siblings will be getting together for the
first time in years.  (5 of us)...with all of our spouses, and all
of our children.  In one house.  For 4 days.  (or until
we run away)...not so bad yet, right.  Wait.  Figure that one
of my brothers is allergic to cigarette smoke, gets horrible headaches,
and no one gets along with his new wife...('cept me, of
course....unless your'e a complete ass, I'll like ya OK).  There
will be 13 children under the age of 13 there...5 being pre-teens with
pre-teen hormones...the rest are between 6 and 4.  Shuddering yet?
There's more.  My mom's a chainsmoker...smokes the more stressed
she gets, (don't forget the bro allergy to smoke), and more my mom
smokes and gets cranky, the crankier my dad gets, until he starts
yelling at kids for being too noisy, leaving toys out, etc....My Ohio
sister already told me she's bringing lots of outside clothes, 'cause
that's where she'll be hanging most of the time!  So my husband
and I choose to remain pleasantly happy faced for most of the
time!  Is that so wrong?  I will be taking lots and lots of
pics too, 'cause what an awesome thing that we all can get together at
once!  (and note to self:  earplugs...earplugs are good)

My ceiling got finished today!  Carpenter Steve (so dubbed by my
son) got all done today and even hung the new ceiling fan!  And
believe it or not, I called the carpet cleaners TODAY, and they said
they could come out TOMORROW MORNING and be all done for the
holiday!  Life is good.  All I need to do is find linoleum I
like for the bathroom now...well, I did find some, but so far that's
the first sample every one else points to first to say how much they
hate.  Sigh. 

Well, here's the quiz anyway!

Answer any or all of these questions…

If you could only access one website for the rest of your life what would it be?

Before
xanga, I'd have said my online banking...or maybe neopets...now all
normal life has stopped so I can post....I may be addicted. 

If you had to explain YELLOW to someone who is blind, how would you?

"Put
your face up to the sky...feel the warmth on your face?  That's
yellow...hear those kids playing and laughing?...that's yellow...it's
feeling happy and warm."  That's how I see yellow, anyway...

If you were asked to describe your first kiss, what would you say?

Then - AWESOME...totally hot.  Now...I can't belive I ever kissed that guy...hormones got the best of me!

If you could name a book from your childhood that had the greatest influence on you, what would it be?

You've
all heard it before, now here it is again!  "All I ever Needed to
Know I Learned In Kindergarten" - Robert Fulghum...good then, better
now.

If you had to eliminate one emotion from your life, what would it be?

Hmmm...I'd
say fear...even though fear can be healthy, I think I have way too
much...for instance, I'd love to go skydiving if I wasn't so afraid of
heights!

 

 

5 weird things about myself…

1. When
   I found out about the magical operation called gastric bypass, I
   researched to find out how to get it...I then proceeded to try to GAIN
   weight so I could get this surgery.  It worked...but I didn't get
   the surgery. Too afraid.
2. I
   have hair on my toes...yeah, I know, gross...I shave them too.  My
   husband affectionately calls me "hobbit toes"...isn't he sweet?
   (hey-you asked)
3. I
   still jump into bed so that my feet don't dangle over the empty space
   so the monster under the bed doesn't grab my ankles. I also must have a
   light on until I am in bed...the better to disintigrate the monsters
   hand with light, ya know.
   
4. I
   read scary books like anything Steven King, John Saul, or Dean
   Koontz...then I'm all scared and need a night light too. (my kids think
   this is hilarious)
5. My
   food can't touch...mashed taters cannot mix with green bean juice,
   burritos are nasty 'cause it's a whole bunch of food all mixed
   together...I even order my tacos with just meat and cheese, 'cause
   otherwise it's just too much mixing.

And there you have it...weird enough?  I can't believe I told ya'll about my hairy toes...
And I tag: Everyone on my sub list!!!! (I'm watching-so ya'll better do it!)
And now for the funny!

Redneck Thanksgiving

 

You Might Be A Redneck If:

You've ever had Thanksgiving dinner on a Ping-Pong table.

Thanksgiving dinner is squirrel and dumplings.

You've ever re-used a paper plate.

If you have a complete set of salad bowls and they all say

Cool Whip on the side.

If you've ever used your ironing board as a buffet table.

On Thanksgiving Day you have to decide which pet to eat.

Your turkey platter is an old hub cap.

Your best dishes have Dixie printed on them.

Your stuffings secret ingredient comes from the bait shop.

Your only condiment on the dining room table is ketchup.

Side dishes include beef jerky and Moon Pies.

You have to go outside to get something out of the 'fridge.

The directions to your house include "turn off the paved road".

You consider pork and beans to be a gourmet food.

I joined a new blogring...a few of my xanga friends had already joined
this ring, so I checked out all the other people listed there. 
They all look like wonderful people to get to know.  Here's my
problem.  And I'm not quite sure how this is supposed to work, so
if I accidentally stick my big foot in it, let me know.  I don't
WANT to have assignments by due dates on what someone else wants me to
write.  I finished College English years ago.  So, I guess
the question is, can you still be part of the blog ring and not always
do the assignments?  Will I be cast out of the ring for wanting to
post what I want to post when I want to post it?   There will
be times when I won't mind the assignment, like today's...I'll just
revise what I was thinking of doing around Thanksgiving...it certainly
doesn't hurt to list one's thankfuls...and often,  for that
matter.  I personally think if we thought of what we were thankful
for each and every day, we'd be much happier people! So, I'll
play...today.  (reminds me of that Martina McBride song...of
course, now I can't remember the title!  Blessed, I think it is)

3 LITTLE THINGS I'M THANKFUL FOR:
(I am gonna try to keep it little...gonna be hard...but my Thanksgiving post I'm gonna go hog-wild!)
1.  TiVo.  Only the greatest invention known to man.  I
have television freedom now...no longer am I tied down Thursdays at
7:00 (Survivor), Tuesdays at 8:00 (Amazing Race), Mondays at 8:00
(Trading Spouses), Wednesday at 8:00 (Wife Swap)....it's truly
fantastic...(I now know and understand what Miranda was talking about
on Sex and the City!)

2.  Sun-warmed tomatoes in my garden.  This one actually
leads to a biggie.  I'm thankful for the ability to grow these
yummy little bites of Heaven...I'm grateful for the sun that makes them
all warm and sweet, I'm thankful for my beautiful children that race
each other out to the garden to see how many they can put in the
bucket, I'm thankful for the tomato smell on their hands, and the seeds
dripping down little guys chin...

3.  I'm thankful for the waterfall that came down from my ceiling
a couple of weeks ago.  For with my deductible of $250.00 I will
get my carpets steam cleaned before Christmas (to include the stairs),
a new 9X5 patch of ceiling where the tape was starting to crack anyway,
and we were looking to repair it ourselves, a full repainting of the
ceiling downstairs (when I painted the walls, I, of course, got paint
spots on the ceiling), and a brand new floor upstairs in my
bathroom.  Isn't insurance wonderful? 

I could go on and on and on for the bigger things, that might not
really be so big for everyone else...and believe me, I will in a couple
of days!  Consider yourselves warned!

We're almost done with phone book delivery.  Thank God...oh
lookie...there's another thing to be thankful for!  The office
said we were the slowest...sigh...and turns out we only earned a little
over 100. bucks for it...split that two ways...then sis paid her kids
(she has 3 that helped work their tails off), and gas, she came up with
-5 dollars...I paid my son $1 (he wasn't too helpful), and my daughter
gets half...not a very lucrative operation.  We were joking last
night that our kids are gonna go into psychotic episodes every time
they see a phone book...gonna cost hours of therapy!  So much for
trying to earn a few extra dollars at Christmastime! 

Something that burns my buns:  my dear darling hubby (may God rest his soul-oh wait, I haven't killed him yet!) 
has decided (right before Christmas, mind you) to spend ALOT of money
on a new computer system for himself.  He claims this system will
save him hours of work at the hospital, and be able to work from home
alot more.  You wanna know how much this system is?  Are you
truly ready?  $2500.00.  Yes, you read that right. 
BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!!!  I told him, Merry Christmas, that's your
present...probably your anniversary and birthday presents too!  He
actually got upset at that...I ask you, why isn't he thinking about
anyone else? Grrr...better watch out, or I might get grounded again,
too.  #@#@#@$&$@

Kids are upstairs throwing themselves a pre-Thanksgiving Christmas
party.  They've been cutting snowflakes out this morning, have
streamered the office with red and white streamers, rolled marshmallows
in cinnamon and peppermint, planning to read The Grinch, and then watch
a Christmas movie.  How cute is that?  I love that my
daughter still plays with her brother like that.  (thankful alert!)

Folks, I need to clean my house...it's gross.  Those stupid phone
books have made me fall behind in EVERYTHING else, and xanga's not
helping much either!  (I love you, xanga, I didn't mean
it..really.)

Funny time:

Thanksgiving

Top 10 Things that Sound
Dirty at 
Thanksgiving But Aren't
submitted by W. Dotson from Joke-of-the-day.com
___________________________

10. "Talk about a huge breast!"

9. "It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?"

8. "Don't play with your meat."

7. "Just spread the legs open & stuff it in."

6. "I didn't expect everyone to come at once!"

5. "You still have a little bit on your chin."

4. "How long will it take after you stick it in?"

3. "You'll know it's ready when it pops up."

2. "That's the biggest one I've ever seen!"

1. "How long do I beat it before it's ready?"

 Have a great rest of your weekend, all!