About Me

I am beyond vexed that the lottery has not made me a winner. I am not greedy for millions ~my needs are simple: good books, better wine, and a new vehicle.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Still On That Obama High

I like this version. Who am I kidding? I like any version.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Because I Really Am This Twisted

I want this shower curtain. Badly. But I'm fairly certain the S.O and The Minion wouldn't appreciate my sense of humor.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Improvising Joseph

I bought a Creche ( insert accent grave over the first "e" sil vous plait ) on e-Bay last year. I happened upon it ~ and it was just like the one we had when I was a child. Which my parents gave to me when I got married, and my ex-husband said he didn't know where it was when we divorced. Yeah. Right. I remember the bonfire he built. Vividly.

So I get the Creche, and it is just as I remember - a 1950's cardboard manger, Italian ceramic figures of the Virgin, the shepherd, 3 kings, barnyard animals, the infant etc. but no Joseph. I knew old Joe was missing when I bought it. And I really want a Joe that goes with Mary...so the search for the perfect Joseph continues...but until he joins us we have: Obi-Wan-Joseph. The Minion doesn't know where his hands are, but he fits in the Creche better than the Vince McMahon or Batman action figures. I was bummed Vince didn't fit.

If you click on the picture, it should enlarge in order to really see the handless glory of the pseudo-pseudo father of the Christ-child.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

How Tired Am I?

I know I have no right to bitch about a full week of work in this economy, but after being on the dole for 5 months and reading books all day I have a hard time adjusting. I know this because I just put whole coffee beans in the coffee maker. Bypassing the grinder I'd just plugged in. Fortunately my inner brain caught it before a 6am debacle.

Also, I haven't made the Minion's bed all week. I always make the beds. It drives me nuts to have unmade beds. This morning I went in to wake him up and the quilt that is third down in the layers of blankets was on the floor. How? How did he do that? Soon I know I have to teach him to make his own bed. And just try and ignore the non-hospital corners. It will be difficult.

I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. I'll be a brunette again...for at least 6 weeks until the roots show. I suppose I'll have to drag the bodybag with the tree up from the basement this weekend. Open a bottle of something and lovingly fluff the artificial branches into Christmasy goodness. Actually the tree doesn't look fake - I think I posted a picture last December. It's a damn fine fakey!