What with the move to wordpress and all of the associated changes, there have been a few things I wanted to blog about but haven’t had the time.
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A huge, HUGE thank you to Nobody and Sheila for all their behind the scenes work on Bluepaintred; Wordpress edition. Don’t worry Shelli, I will be drafting you into service, very soon!
On Sunday last, we took the boys in for their annual photo with Santa. (For the Third year in a row, we are first in line!) The two older ones went up without parental assistance, But I took Stuperman up and lifted him onto the Big Guys lap myself. I backed out of the shot, but was still close enough to hear their conversation ( and join in).
Hohoho. Merry Christmas Little guy. How old are you
*stuperman shows three fingers* Mostly four.
Have you been a good boy this year?
*Stuperman does not answer*
What do you want from Santa little guy?
*Stuperman mumbles*
I ask him. What do you want from Santa?
*Stuperman mumbles something again*
*apparently we have given up. There is a line of about 100 kids waiting for their photos behind us*
Santa says, Well, I’ll see what I can do.
*After the photo is taken, the children are offered a treat from the jolly fat man*
Would you like popcorn or a candy cane?
*Stuperman mumbles*
I ask; Popcorn or a candy cane, honey?
*Stuperman mumbles*
Santa brings both items out from behind his back; Do you want the popcorn or the candy cane?
I ALREADY TOLD YOU! I WANT A MONSTER TRUCK! Stuperman screams.
*he takes the popcorn and we leave. *
Talking with my sister VIA instant messaging she referred to Christmas as Stressmas. I like it. We need to start a campaign to stop the usage of the word Christmas. From this point on, Christmas IS Stressmas!
I’m a moron. Let me tell you why. Last Saturday, driving into the city we passed a church. Their Christmas Decorations consisted of a cross covered in pretty LED lights. (Enter stupidity)
What a stupid Decoration, I said to Hubs. I mean there is a tree right there they could have lit up. Why would they light up the cross?
*Blank stare from Hubs*
No really, I continued, its retarded.
Uh. Christmas is Jesus’ birthday…
And if that wasn’t bad enough, on Wednesday I was sitting in BFF Kissy’s living room making gift bags. The Radio was on a Station that was playing JUST Christmas Carols. The Stoopids Returneth
Why on earth are all these songs so Jesus-ish?
BFF Kissy and her mom are Catholic. I received both a blank (From BFF) and disapproving (From BFF’s Mom) stare.
This time I caught on quicker. Oh yea. The whole born on Christmas thing, right?
First of all, Thanks to Sheila for spending some time behind the scenes helping me with wordpress coding. And by helping me, I really mean she went in and did all the grunt work while I went shopping.
Shopping = awesome.
As you know, or SHOULD know, the twelfth of December is a very important day in my life. My Bff Kissy was born on that day. Normally I would put up a cutsey wootsie post about how much she means to me and how I would be lost without her and pleasedonteverleaveme, but instead of spending her birthday behind a monitor I actually ventured out of the house and saw her.
Its actually really hard to see her due to the 14 hour days she works - oh and the no days off thing, that sucks too. Whatever. She managed to get her birthday off so we went out on the town. And by that of course, I mean we went to Wal*mart.
I love Wal*Mart. I really really do.
Other than spending time with Bff Kissy, my mission, should I choose to accept it, and I did becuase it meant shopping, was to get the randomosities that fill up the childrens (and mine) Christmas Stockings.
I dunno how you all do your Stockings, but when I grew up, the staple of my stocking was Socks and underwear, and to this day, unless there is a special occasion (*wink*) I get new underwear the 25th of December and thats it.
Ahhhnyway. I picked up the cutest sock sets for the boys, Cars For Stuperman, TMNT For Blue Boy and Hot Wheels For the eldest, eight year old Rainbow Man - Who wants me to change his name to Dragon Master BTW.
I also Picked up the various packages of underwear. Well Two packages for me because I could not decide between the colors. I got The Bee Movie ones for Stuperman, And Spiderman Boxers for the Two older boys.
So the problem is this, interwebs : While waiting in line to pay, BFF Kissy started crawling up and down my spine and bashing my frontal lobe in about the fact I got Character socks and Underwear for Rainbow Man. She feels that at eight, he should be wearing plain undies and white (or black) socks.
Let me be very clear on the subject of socks for just a moment : No matter how fucking old you are, white socks or black socks have no place in your life. Socks should be fun, colorful and above all, when you look down, they should make you smile.
But What about the Spiderman Boxer Breifs? Is he really going to be embarrased to wear them? He’s eight! I have a feeling that when he and his buds are lined up at the urinals having pissing contests, they are ALL still wearing Spiderman, Super man And TMNT Underwear!
Bff Kissy asked me if I will still be buying him Character undies when he is 13. I told her that providing they came in his size, yes, I would.
(She feels that if he is wearing Character undies at 13 he will be too embarrassed to drop trou for a girl - this is not a bad thing! )
In any case, Interwebs ; I ask you this : Is eight too old for cute undies? Should I be buying black and white, with the odd navy blue? Is it really necessary for me to walk past the cute Optimus Prime and settle on the boring old pinstripe?
I think this whole paypal thing is a rip off. Every time I find something I really really want to order, like this, they either accept paypal but don’t ship to Canada, or they don’t accept paypal at all. This pisses me off to no extent. So I spent forty bux on lebrets and belly button rings and something special for my BFF Kissy. And no, I’m not telling you what it is Kiss!
Protein and carbohydrates; I have been reading up on them becuase they are supposed to be some sort of thing that converts to stored fat. I store enough things without storing fat too! I have found oodles of information about them, but what the fuck are they? What type of food? I know protein is like meat and peanuts and stuff, but the other? Im lost. If its Kraft Dinner, Don’t tell me because I will be forced to jump off a bridge and kill myself immediately.
Sigh.
Now that my foot/toe is all better *snort*, I put DDR to its work out mode and set my goal at 150 cals to burn. It took 36 minutes and lots of sweat. But I’m happy.
I have heard a lot of people doing the running/walking on a treadmill for comments, so for each comment I get I will DDR for 3 minutes. I’m not gonna set an “up to sixty minutes” limit thingy. I might not be able to do it all in one session but I *will* do it! Plus I’m a comment whore. Make people come comment. Use a gun if needed. Or chocolate. No wait. No chocolate, they might share!
I’m obsessed with watching Deal or no Deal. It’s not on tonight
