Last night I had a nightmare. In the dream I woke up and walked to the kitchen to start my day, getting the kids to the table to eat, locating socks that matched that sort of stuff. I turned on the coffee – and even while dreaming I could tell it was a dream becuase I only had to push the button. I NEVER remember to set the pot the night before – anyway, I pushed the button to start the coffee and pulled open the drapes to see snow. Lots of snow. At least six inches of it. It was perfectly white without a footprint or tire track to be seen. It was horrible.
This morning I woke up late, but instead of starting the kids on breakfast or making coffee, I rushed to the window, pulled back the drapes and almost cried. In relief.
No snow. Yet.
Knock on wood.
I know that eventually it will come – in fact, it was supposed to start snowing right around three PM today, snow all night and all of the next day, but it’s 11:30 and the sky is still free of those disgusting flakes.
The boys are excited. They want s-n-o-w.
Heh.
The little one, he’s five. He can spell L-o-g-a-n, b-u-t-t and s-n-o-w. Because in my house? Snow is a bad word. We live steps from a snow drop off, where the graders and dump trucks deposit their crap after cleaning the streets. It makes for a very nice – their words not mine- snow hill, and they want to go sliding.
I could, quite happily, go the rest of my life without snow.
And I really need Christmas to get here just a bit faster too. It is taking ALL my will power to not walk tot he closet where the gifts are hidden and try on my new socks – just to see how they will fit. So far the only thing keeping me from doing so is that you can never get socks to flatten as perfectly as they do in the factory, after they have been worn, and the boys are smart enough to see that a pair has been tried on, so unless I want them thinking their daddy likes to prance around in thigh high striped socks all day (Because mommy would never sneak a look at presents!!) I have to stay strong.
But dammit. It’s HARD.
Speaking of Christmas I have a question about stockings. In your family, are the Christmas stockings filled by Santa and opened Christmas morning, or just another decoration that gets filled with small gifts by family?
I ask becuase in my family, our stockings were hung on the 24th and Santa filled them with little things, candy, an orange, socks, deodorant, that kind of thing, but it was all clearly from Santa. When Micah was growing up, his stocking was a decoration, but his parents bought little things and called them stocking stuffers, but it was known that they were from mom and dad, not Santa.
While we were shopping last Saturday night, Micah and I picked up something for the boys and he said, in a…. not loud voice, in a conversational voice, but loud enough that people around could easily hear, that the gift we had just picked up would be good for the boys stockings. I shushed him and pointed out a little boy about 6 or 7 and told him he can’t say things about Santa and stockings around kids.
He reminded me again that while he was growing up, stockings had nothing to do with Santa and I want to know. Stockings: Santa or no?
EDIT: It’s 9Am (Tues) and ZOMG! Still no snow!
Every night before I go to bed, I slip into Logan;s room, leaving his lights off, and gently pick him up to take him to the potty. He doesn’t wake up when I do this, at least, not very much.
Last night, like every other night, I crept into his room and slid back his blankets. Then I covered him back up and left the room to get both my camera and Micah.
I asked him why He was sleeping in a box and he sleepily replied “Fluffy invited me on a sleepover”.
For scale, the box is laying next to a regular sized pillow.
A tight fit!
Neither Sock Dreams nor eBay know I exist, so the idea that anyone paid me to write this post is downright laughable. Suck on that, FTC
Right now, I am equal parts sad and confused.
Some people do not love socks. In fact. There are some people who not only do not love socks, they don’t even LIKE them.
Seriously.
I’m gonna try my best to explain why I love socks, in hopes of helping others into the light.
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I have lots of socks.Lots. And the only ones I do not wear, are the plain black or plain white. Why do people insist on giving me this type of sock? If they know me at all, and if you are buying me socks, you better know me, you know that I need happy socks.
Socks play a HUGE part in how I feel, emotionally, through the day.
When I wear a pair of socks, and something bad happens, I NEVER, EVER wear that pair again. I can’t throw them out, becuase I still love them, but it hurts when I see them.
The neon orange pair with lions on them? I was wearing them the night Micah drove me to the hospital to remove the staple I shot through my finger. They are sitting in a drawer, away from the good socks, still bloodstained.(but washed) They will never grace my feet again.
When my dad had his heart attack, I got dressed as quick as possible to race to the hospital, and I did not have socks on. It made me anxious, it made me fear the worst, and it gave me blisters. Micah brought socks to the hospital for me. And my dad lived through four heart attacks.
Those socks are in my drawer with the rest of my good socks, but I will wear them rarely. Something good and wonderful happened while I wore them, and they became lucky socks. When My BFF’s mom goes in for surgery, those are the socks I will wear to the hospital while I sit with her.
When My sister had surgery to remove her kidney, I wore two pairs of socks. Not becuase my feet were cold, but because I needed the extra boost.
I put my socks on first thing in the morning. And then, I tend to forget about them. That’s when the magic happens, people, becuase later on, I will get up and walk to get coffee and see that flash of color, look down, and be happy.
I see the hopping frogs, the pom poms, the Jelly Beans jumping and I smile.
I tend to wear fuzzy socks when I watch scary movies so that I can rub my hands over them for comfort. I wear bright splashy socks when I am happy, and darker, edgier socks when I am mad.
Socks are like my security blanket.
Recently, these thigh high stripe socks were delivered to my door. I bought them on eBay. The children will either give them to me for Christmas, Or they will be my stocking stuffers. It doesn’t matter, just knowing they are there, tucked away in Micah’s closet, excites me. I touch them every time I go in our room. I haven’t even tried them on and I already know they are good socks. Happy socks.
Just the other day Gwen sent me a link to a site called Sock Dreams. I spend hours there. I hope they do not keep a close eye on their site counter, becuase I spend enough time there to worry any sane person. I will be spending a lot of money on that site, this I know for a fact.
(First, though, I am buying these shoes from eBay, becuase they are gonna go so awesome with my stripey socks)
I simply cannot wrap my mind around someone not liking socks. I can sort of understand not wanting to wear socks in the summer, because they are hard to wear with flip flops, but, people… TOE SOCKS exist for a reason.
And look! FUZZY toe socks!! I have a very soft spot for toe socks. When I wear them, it feels like each individual toe is getting a hug, All.Day.Long.
And these. Look at these and tell me they don’t excite you :
And what about these. They aren’t socks, they are something better : Sock accessories. Arm warmers to be exact.
How long has this been a reality? How long could I have been wearing socks with MATCHING arm warmers? How have I lived this long, without?
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In closing, I would like to point out that I am wearing my fuzzy blue, mid calf, with pom-pom tie, socks, and that they are made of win, and by association, so am I.
You want to be made of win, don’t you?
Switch to Team Socks. Don’t do it for me, Do it for your health. It’s a proven fact* that socks make you happy
*Proven factual by me, and I played a scientist one time in a game Logan and Blake made up, so you know it’s legit.
What a weird farking day! It’s Friday, or was, it’s almost over now, but trust me, I checked the little calendar thigny at the bottom of my screen and it said Friday. But it felt like a Sunday. Micah was home, The boys were home, I slept till one. In the afternoon.
A pretty good day, if you ask me, which you didn’t and, to be honest, that was a little rude. Ask me next time.
I’ve gotten a bunch of packages in the mail in the last week. (SOCKS!!!) I did a bunch of shopping online for Christmas, I mean, the more money I can use online – from blogging- instead of from Micah’s paycheck, the better, right? Things have been slow at work, and Micah has been sent home early a bunch of days cus there is nothing to do, and today, Friday (see above), he didn’t work at all. Which both sucks and is cool. Cool cus I got to sleep in till one, but sucks becuase no work = no money.
I like money.
Speaking of money, BRB, gonna go check my Lotto Max ticket.
Back. As you can tell from the lack of all-in-caps squeeing, we didn’t win. Again. I’m gonna call the Problem With Gambling hotline and complain that I have a Problem With Gambling, I never win. Fill out one of those customer satisfaction surveys and what-nots. Gonna give them bad marks, and screw up their year end satisfaction totals. That will teach them.
Saw New Moon on Thursday. It was…Better. not quite good, but it didn’t suck, so that’s a bonus right there. I’m pretty sure the director was team Jacob though, cus Jacob looked smoking in all his scenes and poor Edward just looked like a dork. Unfortunately for the rabid Team Jacob fans, I’m not that shallow and will stick with Team Edward becuase in the book, I like his character much better, looks don’t matter THAT much.
You should know that I clicked the wrong button when I was fixing a typo and now my laptop thinks teh is a word. Which means it is no longer underlining it to bring it to my attention, which, of course, means you will be seeing a lot more teh around these parts.
I need ideas on somehting to get my dad for Christmas. Please.
Where to even start? The Christmas lights? Sure, fine, Ok. They were up, then they fell down, then they were half up when they fell down, then they were about three feet up and fell down again. Then there was some swearing and some coffee drinking while plastic clips were called bad names and finally, tonight, there were lights that Stayed Up.
I went with my head last week and not my heart and signed the boys up for the h1n1 shot. I am not sure it was the right thing to do, but it’s done. All I can do now is hope for the best. In the meantime, between the best and now, I absolutely refuse to listen to any horror stories about the shot. Do not send me links, emails or tweets about this happening to that person or that happening to this person. I’m serious.
I’ve been fighting with some chick on eBay. I ordered A, she sent me B. She suggested I buy A and she would them send B to me. I refused. I suggested she send me A while I send her back B. She refused. She suggested I send back B and she would, eventually, refund my money. Now we are to the point where we are arguing about what the term “full refund” means.
We got a call a few weeks back saying that Logan had an appointment on the 24th of December with the allergy doc. Christmas Eve is a rather sucky date for someone to get allergy tests done, what with all the inevitable scratching and itching that will be done following the test. This morning we got a call saying there had been a cancellation and that Logan could come in the next morning at 8:15. I took the appointment immediately.
It wasn’t until this evening that I realized why there was a cancellation. The appointment is for 8:15. AM. As in morning. As in 8:15 in the morning we have an appointment that is not taking place under my covers, but in the city. Where there are no pillows OR blankets. Also. I will have to be awake to drive to the city, Sleep driving is frowned on in Canada.
Sad, I know.
Annnnnnnd. I just realized, again, that I have to get up at oh-dark-thirty so I need to log off and go to bed.
After I set the coffee pot to autoperk!
Shit.On.A.Stick! I just got a ticket to see an advanced screening of New moon!
TEAM EDWARD!
