Tis the Season

The gifts were aplenty this holiday season like usual. Okay, okay...so maybe there was a bit less spending going on for us and others. But it was a good Christmas overall. What did you haul in with your Santa bounty? Anything good? Anything you want to give back?

What about those gifts that you have to fake a smile when you open them? You know the ones, the gifts where you are thinking "What the fuck am I going to do with this?" I'm all about making sure the gift I get for someone is actually something they want (score one for gift lists even if people hate them). Giving a gift just to frickin' give one and knowing it's not something the receiver really wants is just tasteless in my book. I'd rather the gift not come at all. I'm not saying that I got any of "those" gifts this year, but a few have come across my lap a time or two.

The husband and I were just reminiscing about the first Christmas together and how I wanted a stepper. What I meant was that I wanted like a Reebok step, the one where it's really just a plastic box step you step up on for the workout video. The hubby (well, the boyfriend at that time) gave me this lovely stepper. Like a stepping machine without the handles, it was just the steps. I was like, "What the hell!!!" He returned it for something else. *wink*

But what happens to all those gifts that we get and don't really want? Are they destined to be re-gifted? I know, that's a whole nother topic. To be put in your summer garage sale? Donated to the nearest charity? Tell me, what happens to those gifts.

And how to do you make it known, as politely and as sneaky as possible, that you have some ideas on what to gift you for next year or your birthday? Especially when the giver thinks they've scored the perfect gift for you, only you are cringing on the inside.

Don't be afraid, I know we've all gotten at least one gift where we pondered how to best get rid of it. Do tell your gift secrets pretty please. I may take a collection of non-wanted gifts and send them to the best comment. Just kidding, I swear. or am I?

Happy Christmas

I want to wish each of you a wondrous holiday season and may your 2009 be brighter than this year. May your homes and hearts be filled with love, peace, and laughter over the coming days.

Random Facts

Alice tagged me with some random facts fun.

Here are the rules:

1) Link to the person who tagged you (see above)
2) Post the rules on your blog (copy and paste 1-6)
3) Write 6 random things about yourself
4) Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them
5) Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog
6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Okay-dokay, here's my shit.

1. I hate the dark. As in, I freak out if I'm caught in the dark unawares. Seriously.
2. I can watch movies about serial killers and be fine, but cannot watch a horror movie without being scared out of my wits. I'd like to thank Freddie Kruger for that one. I saw it when I was younger and that night, slept with 7 blankets on so his damn bladed fingers couldn't reach me.
3. I really don't have a favorite color. If I was forced to pick one, I'd probably say green. Same for a favorite number, just don't have one.
4. I could eat pizza every day of the week and not be sick of it. I lurve me a slice of pie.
5. I prefer crunchy peanut butter, and only Skippy. Yes, I'm a brand snob when it comes to PB.
6. I have a pink cell phone. If you know me and my abhorrence for pink, this is a shocker. But it was black or pink, and Jason picked the black one. Figured it would be easier to tell our phones apart if I went with the pink.

And I pass this bloggy fun over to....

Dawn at Brownie Blog
Niki at My Journey to Myles & Beyond
Jen at Team Killion
Rachel at Those Crazy Vivians
Amy at On The Move With Us
Lisa at Where Does Time Go

have fun ladies. I enjoy reading each one of you!

4th Folder, 4th Photo

The lovely mumma boo x2 tagged me with a photo meme. I’m supposed to find the fourth photo in the fourth folder of my photo file.

So here goes.....

Oh wait. I can't show that one.

Just kidding.



Phoenix likes to ride the Sit & Spin on his belly. It's quite hilarious to watch.

I am not passing this one along as I think it's running it course. But if you haven't done it yet, you are now invited to do so!

Let It Snow

I fall in the camp of having to fully wipe off my vehicle before I leave my parking spot. It drives me nuts to have snow or ice on the front window yet. But I know that many, many drivers fall into the "turn on my wipers and go" or "scrap a 6x6" hole in the frost and go" camp. I shake my head each time when I see it. How is that safe? Anywho, Jason mentioned last night that he saw a driver who did not wipe off their back window. Fine. What made him comment about it was that the person had a wiper on the back of their window. Now, that's about the laziest driver there is. Unable to hit the button to turn on the wiper....wow. Of course, maybe their wiper is broken perhaps. Or maybe not. In my little world, I think they're just being a lazy ass.

Which camp to do fall in?

sigh

Sometimes husbands suck.

I had one fricking drink (and starting a second) when he called tonight. I caught him "off guard" and he's acting all wierd about it. I've had like two drinks the entire time I've been here at training, it's not like I'm boozing each night.

sigh. I guess I don't see the big deal.

Oh No You Didn't...

I was about ready to throw down minutes ago. My roomie is watching Jon & Kate plus 8 and Kate is talking about how she is a nurse...when my roomie shouts "Oh no you're f'ing not!" Yes, shouts it. I'm like, what? She then says, "You are a fucking stay at home mom, not a nurse." The look of incredulation(is that a word?) on my face must have been strong as the roomie states, "well, she's been at home for how many years. Doesn't she have to keep up with classes and stuff?" Roomie is also bitching about how Kate is "such a brat sometimes." Take a look in the mirror, sweetheart. You might learn something.

I chose to laugh with a hint of "shut your hole" and ignore it. But hell, the urge to strongly discuss this topic with her and give her 22 year old ass a little education is there.

So, my lovely stay at home moms.....what do you think of that? I can say that while I occasionally said "I'm just a SAHM" and felt like all I did was wipe snot and ass, I still valued my education and experiences. What's your take?

LMAO

A friend shared this with me earlier in the week and it's become the catch phrase of the week. It's juvenile (aren't the best jokes always juvenile?) and to us, hilarious.
SNL Short Clip ~ Jizz in my Pants

Over The Shoulder Boulder Holders

I was looking at new bras the other day and man, oh, man....does bra shopping suck. It's torture, plain and simple. New bras at the store are scratchy and honestly a litle disgusting when you think about someone trying it on before you. One hopes the person didn't have boobie cooties. Different brands are different sizes, some have thinner straps and then dig into your skin more, etc. What an ordeal. The best feeling is to slip back into your old, ratty, used-to-be-white bra, even if it's all streched out. It's like that old pair of shoes you can't get rid of because they are just so damn comfortable. I usually keep a bra until the underwire breaks. Even if it's grey and dingy now. I guess "sweets & treats" will just have to wait another day for a new holder.

End of Hot For the Holidays

I've been holding the status quo at - 3 pounds. Nothing more in the last weeks. I suppose it might have something to do with the fact that I eat out every night during the week when I'm gone for training. I'm excited about my job, but man it's thrown me off my mojo. I'm crossing my fingers for another round at Christie's to give myself a good setup come the new year.

Muzak

I'm trolling for some new tunes...it's been forever since I got any CD's. And I'm wanting to list some on a gift list. ;)

So, what are you listening to? What can't you do without? Recommendations?

I pretty much listen to almost anything.

And along with this, what is the most embarrassing album you've ever owned. Mine would probably have to be O-Town.