and ya'llllll know what I'm talkin' about...Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, you know...That's right...Christmas!!!!!!While sluggin' about the house recuperating, I've made a nice little dent in my Christmas Shopping, thank ye very much...I figured I'd better go ahead and do some of my CS before the economy finishes imploding*...the banks shut down & our credit cards stop working**...all those little plastic cards will be good for is working as windshield ice scrapers***...not that we'll have gas to go anywhere...buuuuuutttt, looking on the positive side of things, the creditors won't have gas to come and get my stuff...or will they? hmmmmmm...might be time to look into a P. O. box...and it never hurts to get a little somethin' somethin' for yourself while shopping for others...
and Mr. Travis has a new Christmas DVD available for pre-order too...might have to get that one as well...we'll see...
and I also took a Big Ol' Leap of Faith and ordered my first Elvis CD of any stripe...BN.com is my friend...So...what Christmas CDs will ya'll be buying this year? *******************************************************am I the only who is afraid to even look at the 401K account any more? just checking in makes me feel like I need a brown paper bag to breathe into...and then I can use it for, um, cookie tossing...**I don't care much for using debit cards over the Internet so I generally use my Visa that I try very very hard to pay off each month...because debt, along with the deepening RECESSION, global warming and the Iraq War, makes me feel like I'm about to have a heart attack...and hives...and eat my way through the fridge...***and I don't believe I'm the only one who has ever stood in freezing temperatures with a credit card trying to carve myself an opening large enough to avoid running over small children and pets...and those crazy mean-assed squirrels...********yep, Squirrels get an asterisked asterisk...Squirrels will you Mess You Up...and they'll talk all kind of smack at you too...I had one squirrel that his favourite thing last year was to hang upside down on the dogwood tree outside of my kitchen window, glare at me and shriek all sorts of Squirrel Cuss at me...like I need that kind of attitude in my own kitchen...I Don't Heart Me No Squirrels...
This is the detritus of a sick room...
although, technically, I'm not sick...just recuperating from a hurried surgery...thus is explained my lengthy absence...just one more hurdle left to jump, knock wood, and all that is left is for me to heal and get myself ready for the Holidays*...This is my new best friend...
the cheapy little pillow you get at the hospital...it now is no longer a so much a pillow as an abdomen buffer-cushion-massive- compression device...I love this thing...and yes I know I could have at least asked for somebody to put a pillow case on it, but trust me...that hasn't even been a blip on the Radar of My Concerns...I just decided to name the pillow Bumpy...This is who is known as Teddy Weddy...
found about 3 weeks ago in the local H/M's parking lot...bless his little heart...my husband actually hefted his 45 year-old-haven't-climbed-a-tree-since-at least-grade-school** behind up into a Bradford Pear to try and catch this little booger...I kept waiting for the tree, the cat and the husband to come crashin' down on my head...so I moved around to the other side of the tree...This is who is known as Roxie Squidge...
Roxie found herself lovingly dumped, along with her sibling whom we failed to catch, in the woods next to our house...well, I caught Roxie's sister/brother, but somebody afraid of a little cat bite, let him go...after I was already bitten...in retrospect, I guess that explains the whole climbin' the tree thing...redemption is a powerful motivator, friends...catching a wild or scared cat is a little like driving through the woods at night with your lights off...it isn't a matter of if you're going to hit a tree, just a matter of how big the tree is and how much is it going to hurt...RoxieSquidge and Teddys have been keeping me company...they're little enough so when they pounce on my stomachunderneathtwopillows it doesn't make me scream...just wince...but they're so cute it is worth a little pain to enjoy their silliness...This is what I've been reading...and lovin', I might add...Jane Brocket's The Gentle Art of Domesticity***...I made a B & N run last weekend (not this weekend, but last weekend) in preparation for my downtime and just happened across the book...flipped through, read a few pages...
love the attitude and pixs...get a copy...for me to actually pay full price for a book (well, less my B & N member discount of 10%) speaks volumes about how good I expected the book to be...and I'm not disappointed at alljudging by my book marker...
oh yes, I trundled myself and Bumpy into my office to grab a pretty sheet of scrapbook paper, my ripply-edged scissors and made myself a cute little bookmarkish thing to mark down Things Worth Following Up On...See? the list is long...
and these are just too cute to not share...
even if I still take crappy photos...which I always will...This is my husband...
the ever elusive...I banged tapped on the wall for him to come in, hoping to surprise him for a good photo, but he is still too quick for me...the man has been Good as Gold...even went to H/M to buy me an over sized nightie (grey with pink coffee cups, pink roses and a pink ribbon...what can I say? I imagine there are men who wouldn't have even tried...) and over sized pink granny panties (yes, pink again, but also again, how many men would have even gone there? bless his heart, I have to tell this cute story...DH didn't know what granny panties are and he said no way was he walking up to an older lady to ask her to show him where the granny panties were...I laughed even tho' it was very painful and I was very nauseated at the time)****This is the crappy view out of my bedroom window...
the neighbor's half-painted Man Shed...the remains of the trees taken down about 2 months ago...I've got to do something with that area...but I'm makin' plans, people, makin' plans as I stare out this window for hours and hours and hours...now, I've got a lot of blog reading to catch up on so if ya'll will excuse me...**************************************************************I'll be doing some on-line catalogue shopping here shortly...**although I'm sure willin' to bet good money there are a few college high jinx involving late nights, liquor, tree climbing and some others things I'd just soon not know about lurking around in the DH's past...***but if you are expecting page after page of How-To's with Detailed Instructions, be forewarned you will be mightily disappointed...this is Not That Kind of a Book, thank you very much...****the pink thing is only relevant because I own nothing pink...nothing...but maybe, subconsciously, DH would like me wear a little pink every now & again...well, I'll think about buying a pink t-shirt or a pink cashmere sweater to tool around in every once in a blue moon...just because he's a sweetheart of a guy...and because I'll take any excuse to buy cashmere...
it's all about the journey...
and I also took a Big Ol' Leap of Faith and ordered my first Elvis CD of any stripe...
