I almost regret inseminating her.

Anyway, on with the post. Allow me to share my love of Blue’s native Canada with you!

Have a great day! Or, as they say in Canada…um…well, I don’t know. I don’t speak Canadian. But I’m sure it’s something.

I showed him the “see through” monitor. He thought it was funny until I Told him I must have broken the computer. Now he *sob* can’t play his kindergarten games. My bad.
(no really, I made him cry!)

Exhibit B : Hub’s Socks

Exhibit C : Stuperman’s Socks

In conclusion : I WIN!

I fully expect that scientific journalists and parenting magazines will be knocking on my door to interview me any minute!

To take advantage of that warmth you need to wait for a minus thirty three day before deciding to bake cookies.

Mix up a double batch of the chocolate chip cookie recipe you stole from Fab last winter. Forget to take a picture of gigantic ball of chocolate-chip studded dough. Decide a lolcat talking about cookies is an OK substitute.

Add Smarties to the top cus you are cool like that!

Pop those suckers into the oven. Wait eight minutes. Remove. (is anyone writing this stuff down?)

Wait for them to cool.

Feed annoying little people who keep asking “Are they done?”

You should eat one too!

“But,” you say, “That is only 24 cookies. What did you do with the rest?”

Good Question internets, goood question.

You see, the one and ONLY benift to living in Saskatchewan in the winter is that the entire outdoors becomes your freezer.

Make the cookies like above, but do not cook them, instead, mash them together, cover them with wrap – please note taped edges to foil the wind –

And toss them onto your front deck, (or you can put on your toque, your husband’s shoes and walk out in nothing else but your fuzzy Pooh jammies and place them carefully on the deck – your call) and walk away. Use much willpower not to sneak back and begin eating frozen cookie dough.

Do NOT forget to leave a ball of raw dough in the refrigerator for your husband. Forgetting this step is a sure way to incur his wrath!

In the morning morning, rescue the frozen cookies, package them, and store in the inside.the.house freezer.

Helpful hint : Stack packaged cookies precariously in the freezer so that they fall out and smack you in the head as timely little reminder they are there. This will prevent freezer burn.

And there you have it, Cookies in the wintertime.

Are you trying to either speed up or slow down the coming holiday season with no success? With our new, soon to be patented miracle cure, we can make all your worries disapear. Simply overdose on this :

Cuteness. Overload. (*)

Fine print goes here

Cuteness Overload is not a registered trademark of Bluepaintred enterprises, nor is it soon to be patented. The fruit of my loins, looking cute enough to roast on a stick, however is a registered trademark of Egg&Sperm™ Productions. The moment he starts making enough money off his almost edible cuteness to buy me the audio racks I have been bugging Hubs about, mark my word, his ™ will be lazer’d off his chubby behind before you can blink and I will sell him to the highest bidder!

1) Post a note about a blogger you would like to see something wonderful happen for. Maybe one whose posts have touched your heart in one way or another. Include details as to why you admire them and what you wish for them. Be as supporting and affirming as you can.

In a recent Post, Mr.Fab touched me with his dorky acceptance of his unfortunate affliction known as early balding, and yet.. I often feel he is crying out for us to help him overcome that same baldness. This is especially telling when he talks of his bloglover Avitable, who has a hair problem of quite another variety. I often wake, Sweating and naked in the middle of the night , convinced I have the solution only to have it slip through my fingers. All I can recall of the dream is Avitable, scissors and a purple dildo. I’m positive that If I can figure this puzzle out, I can save Fab’s Poor naked head.

What I guess I am trying to say, is that If I had it in my power to make something wonderful happen to Fab, I would get off my ass, brush the cat and mail him a toupee. Wait. That is within my powers.. oops. I’m forgetting The Lazy again..nevermind

2) Post your favorite memory around selflessness, giving, or doing for others. Something that has actually changed you.

I feel that the most selfless thing I have ever done is allow three children to exit VIA my vagina. It has most definitely changed me ~ and not for the good. For example; each one left me with ten extra pounds to carry. Mostly on my ass. And the stretch marks.are only fun so long as the markers are washable. And the fact that the Local Scout troop now uses my Vagina for meetings? The only good that comes from that is the cookie crumbs left over for Hubs to enjoy.

Kids and Vagina’s are not a good mix. Learn from my mistake people.

3) As a postscript, name one thing you will actually do for someone in your life before December 31 that is born out of joy.

This.

This I did for my father. He has to give them to the people he works with – in such a way that it does not result in a pending sexual harassment suit against him -  It brought me joy and it better damn well bring him Joy when I give them to him tomorrow!

4) Tag 3 other bloggers who will play the game and find the spirit. Don’t forget to leave a comment on their blog so they continue to share the good feelings.

Uhm

You. and You. And YOU.

Here we have a note to Rainbow man from Santa. Please note the X’s and O’s and the festive red and green writing.

And Blue Boy, again, a personal note from the jolly man, X’s and O’s added Plus a few HoHoHo’s added to ensure BB knows he is on the good list.

And the final damning piece of evidence is Stupermans letter. Please Pay Attention. No festive red and green pen, but plain black. No personalized note. Its obvious that Stuperman has been a very naughty boy and will be receiving only coal in his stocking three days hence.

Yea. LOL. Well it would have been funny had the oldest boy not noticed the difference and become convinced santa hated his brother so he wouldn’t like Santa either!

This year we decided to do away with the tradition of writing to Santa. And I DO mean tradition, Me and my siblings wrote to Santa every year too! We decided it would be easier to get rid of the Santa letters than to deal with the questions afterwards.

I wish I knew earlier in the season that there is a website, letters from Santa, where you can personalize the letter to your child and have sent – from Santa! Maybe next year. Cus honestly? I could have a lot of fun “personalizing” those letters! ( No more peeing the bed or else mister!!) (Don’t hit your brother) (Stop picking the dogs nose!!)

Miss Ann teased me with pictures of her Quality Control team (AKA – a fuzzy wuzzy kitteh) So I will do the same to all of you! – plus a post made up of pictures means I can go back to my heating pad and blankie a lot quicker!

I hadn’t even shaken my new blanket out when Tigger decided that the bag it came in would make her a great new home.

Seriously, She has spent most of the night in there!

Smokey Teh Pup is absolutly in love with my new blankie. Right now she is sprawled out so that she covers ever inch of it!

And my favorite quality control group? Mr. McNapper fell asleep within minutes of touching it! Its a magical Blankie dontcha know!