Happy New Year's Eve

Shelton Alexander - When the Levees Broke

We watched Spike Lee's When The Levees Broke. My hate for George Bush is renewed.
Sadness and rage is all you can feel. Kayne West was right, George Bush doesn't care about black people.
But the truth is he doesn't care about most people.

The Year Of YouTube

Did I really want to live my entire life without seeing this?

A big helping of CheezWhiz.
Thanks YouTube.

My Kind Of Christmas Song

A bit melancholy.
I won't go into details but let's just say I don't think Christmas is all it's stacked up to be. Jim and I talked about, in the future, skipping Christmas and going on vacation with the kids. I wouldn't miss the consumerism and stress that goes hand in hand with this season.
Until then I need to put a smile on my face and make this time magical for my kids. It's the least I can do since it was done so well for me when I was little.
I need to remind myself to have a merry little Christmas now.

I "Heart" Ozzy

Jim's not jealous, he loves him too.

I hope he wins tonight because he deserves it.
And he's really freakin' cute!












Yul is a close second.
My God look at those abs!









If either one wins I guess I'll be happy. I like it when the good guys prevail.

Going To See A Man About Some Toys

We made our yearly pilgrimage to Santa, the man who makes wishes come true. And who also scares the bejesus out of Ruby.
I don't have pictures of our visit to Santa last year. They place we went to didn't allow you take your own pictures. If you wanted a picture of your kid you had to pay them money.
Is that the Christmas spirit? Poor people aren't allowed to have pictures of their kids with Santa? Or did they assume everyone could come up with 10 bucks for a poor quality 5 by 7 photo?
Whatever the case, I wasn't going to let them blackmail me out of my money and I refused to shell out the cash. Ever heard of cutting of your nose to spite your face?
We went to a different place this year, a place where you can take your own pictures. I rewarded them by buying one of their photos.
(Does that make sense?)

Here is what I got for my hard earned money........













How about some close-ups of this fine photgraphy that is way over priced.















Poor Santa. You know what he's thinking.
A 200+pd Korean man sitting on my lap was not in the job description.








Here are the pictures I took.











*Happy *Happy *Joy *Joy *










Ruby wouldn't go near Santa without Jim, and I figure one picture of Jim on Santa's lap is more than enough.
I did get some good shots of her playing though.











Leave it to Billy to find the one dinosaur in the whole play place.










We went for a nice, quiet dinner after all of the Santa frenzy.

Two of my three handsome guys.








Where's the third you ask?
The big kids didn't come with us because they had more exciting things to do. They aren't as crazy about family outings as they used to be.
Should I of made them come with us?
Now if there was only a book called What To Expect The Pre-Teen Years, I could have an easy answer to that question.
Seriously. Why hasn't that book been written?!?!

Holy Crap.

Peter Boyle died today. Very sad.









Did you know...........

He was a monk.

He left the monastery to become an actor.

He was drinking buddies with John Lennon. They both got kicked out of a comedy club for heckling the Smothers Brothers.


Frank Barone will always be one of my all time favorite characters.

My Thrift Week-With A Side Of Baking And Bed Head

Wasn't the greatest week for thrifting, I left empty handed more times than not. But there were a couple of times when the thrift gods were smiling down on me.


Plastic 70's bowl.











A groovy owl necklace.












I love vintage advertising graphics.












Pyrex.







More Pyrex and Fire-King bowls.









A vintage sweater for Billy. It's probably from the 80's. Can you call that vintage? Anyway, gotta love acrylic.










These were my big find of the week. Vintage ornaments for a $1.99 at the Goodwill.












Now for the baking and bed head part.

This week instead of cleaning up glitter I'll be cleaning up icing and sprinkles.








Kirk's masterpieces.
After seeing these a new rule was made- You eat what you made.










Look at this hair!!!
It's the worst case of bed head I've ever seen.
Just be glad you weren't around when I had to take a brush to it.










Happy Monday!

Payback Is A Bitch (literally)

Did Ruby know what I said about her in my last post?
Last night she was sitting on my lap looking at pictures on my blog and she points to this picture. "That's Mommy"

That hurt, Ruby.
That really hurt.

Daddy's Girl

When Ruby wakes up at night and I go to her, she sees me and lays back down. I'll tuck her in, get her a binky, whatever she needs. Then I go back to bed.

When Jim gets up to see what Ruby needs he hears this "Daddy, wanna go your bed" and it's all over.

Ruby knows what time it is with me.
She loves what time it is with Jim.

If I wasn't around she would be a little Veruca.

We're Crafty. Not!

I thought it would be a good idea to make Christmas decorations with the kids this weekend. And with four kids of my own not being enough, I invited my 12 year old sister over to participate. (Yes! I have a 12 year old sister. No, my Dad didn't pull a midlife crisis and take up with a 20 year old bimbo. My step-mom was 45 when she had my sister. You know pregnancy and menopause have many symptoms in common.)
Anyway.

So I broke out the glue gun, popsicle sticks and the glitter. At this point I could post pictures and give you the idea that it was a peaceful, fun filled activity full of smiles and laughter. But I won't because it wasn't. And is that even possible? Like Sasquatch, I would have to see it to believe it.

Things were going pretty well until Kirk decided to take the red paint and smear it all over his face and then Billy threw glitter all over the house. I ended up yelling because let's face it, if we were to compare our parenting styles to those of famous TV moms, I would definitely be more of a Lois than a June.

After the glue dried and the glitter settled (OH MY GOD THE GLITTER! There will be glitter found in this house after Armageddon) we had some very cute ornaments and hopefully some happy memories.

Luckily life is a lot like childbirth, you forget the bad parts and remember mostly the good.
What else would explain my plans to make Christmas cookies, with the rugrats, next weekend.

Florida Pics

Stop Making Sense

Newly Elected Muslim Lawmaker Under Fire
Decision to Take Oath on Koran Sparks Controversy







A practicing Muslim, Democrat Keith Ellison from Minnesota wants to take the oath of office with his hand on a Koran.

Conservatives have their panties all in a wad over this one. They want him to swear on the bible.
But just one question. If an oath is supposed to really mean something, why would you want him to swear on a book he doesn't believe in?

Just asking.

Tampa Airport