Christmas Chaos

Is your house as chaotic as mine right now?

Do you find yourself anxiously crunching on mini-wheats while you think you about all you still have to wrap/clean/bake/fold before you go to bed?

Have you attempted two more batches of sea salted caramels after your first perfect batch only to have them both fail miserably? No, that one's just me?

Are you whispering through clenched teeth to your son that he can not be Thomas the Tank Engine in the Christmas play and that he needs to just put on his Wise Man costume NOW!

Are you overwhelmed by the cookies that abound?

I'm really hoping that this week will be calmer. I think I have everything just about done, and can enjoy the season. Live nativities and time with friends await.

However, in the midst of chaos, I've found that animated robots amuse me. So here you go:

I Tried Again

What Happens When You Stay Up Late Playing On The Computer

Randomness

Because I know you were sitting around today hoping for random facts about me.

Admit it.

Wait, you weren't? Oh. My bad.

Annnnyyyywayyyy....

*The last minute of the William Tell Overture makes me feel like I'm late for math. 12 years after graduating high school. There's some social conditioning for you. (Some hilarious soul thought it would be a great idea to play the last minute of the good ol' WTO over the PA system as warning "get yourself to class before you're late" music.)

*My feet are cold. But sockless. Which is contributing to the problem.

*I like the house at 72 degrees. The Rev does not. Guess who wins? (Not me.)

*There is apparently a whole other British tune to "O Little Town Of Bethlehem." I feel like this is something I should have learned growing up, and now will have to research.

*I cried through all of The Shred day 14. Level Two is kicking my tail. I'm so very afraid of Level Three.

*I put up the Christmas lights outside all by myself. With my sister-in-law. The point is, I did it sans Rev. And now he needs to fix them, because apparently only three strands of lights go on each outlet, and I have four. And two blown fuses to prove it.

*I went to Target yesterday. I want to find a reason to go again today.

*I still can't use the afghan involved in the centipede incident. I'm afraid he still lives there.

*I have successfully avoided cleaning the bathrooms for 3 days now.

*I couldn't finish singing a song in choir practice last night when my friend pointed out that "Feel the holy peace" sounds a lot like "Feel the holy peas" when we sing it. Know the French Peas from Veggie Tales? Yeah...that's what I kept picturing. I could hardly breathe from laughing so hard. My apologies to our choir director.

*I have a pretend puppy. Really it's just Wiggle Man "puhtendin'" to be a puppy.

*I love how he says puhtendin'.

*I have no idea what's for dinner, but since The Rev is at a meeting and won't be home, I'm sure it will be something microwavable.

These are the things of life these days.

Kisses,

The Missus

Lately

We had lunch on a train.



We watched the train "chug."

Then The Rev and I spent a few days on our own little retreat. We were blessed to spend time at a monastery. We read, did a puzzle, drank a lot of tea, and just relaxed. It was wonderful.

Kisses,

Bad Blogger

I'd flog myself for my extreme negligence of this blog, but....meh. I don't think it would make any of you feel any better, and it certainly wouldn't make me feel any better about all this. So, let's just pretend it hasn't been over a month since my last post, and just get on with things, shall we?

Like this:



No, that's not a stringy speck of dirt on my otherwise spotless (ahem) kitchen floor. That, my friends, is a centipede. Another one. Inside my house.

Also, he was the slowest centipede ever. I'm guessing all of the other centipedes used to laugh and call him names (like "stupid"). They probably wouldn't let poor Centy join in all the centipede games (like Monopoly!).

Because he was as slow as molasses.

Which was a good thing for me, because it took me a couple of minutes to figure out what to kill him with. My original choice of one of Wiggle Man's buckets (his "drum set") didn't work. The little slow poke huddled up against the wall, and I couldn't get him. I did, as you can tell, stop to take a picture of him.

When he ran into my pantry, that was the last straw. People, you do not mess with The Missus' pantry. That's where the snacks are.

Seriously.

It was time to bust out the Rev's shoe, and end this once and for all.

So I did.

The End.

Kisses,

Chop, Chop

I did it. I chopped my hair.

Ok, I didn't actually chop it. The lovely stylists at the local Walmarts took care of that for me. But I made the decision to have it chopped.

I've never had short hair before...not this short. A bob's about as short as I've ever done.

Here's the curly version:

I think the Rev is secretly happy that since I've chopped my hair, I'll wear it curly more often. (It's much easier to manage short.)

Also, forgive the picture quality, but these were quick shots taken with the webcam.

Here's the straight version, with Wiggle Man in on the action. He's such a diva; if he knows a picture is being taken, he must be in it.

Also, I feel you should know that as I type this, he is boogey-ing (is that a word? How do you spell it?) to Black Eyed Peas' "I Gotta Feeling." The Backyardigans sing it and now, so does Wiggle Man. Oh yeah.