Freaky Friday

Just a note.... I am really busy right now.  I am doing a Christmas Cantatata at church, which is a much bigger production than I imagained when I signed on. This week we have 3 or 4 rehearsals and 5 performances.  My family will all be in town this week because my dad is getting into the NM 4-H Hall of Fame.  Work is crazy since I am finding things broken by the freeze and I am suppossed to get a big construction project by Christmas, with less labor than normal.  I have been skipping lunch.  This sounds like a lot, and I have left 2 other factors out, but I am secretly thriving on the pressure, at least that is what I keep telling myself.   Please forgive me if I am not stopping by much right now, I'll get by if I can.  I promise to resume leaving obnoxious comments in a few weeks.

 

I've been tagged by the Princess and since I want to be a good sport, I'll play along.   Although I'll say this is harder than I origninally anticipated.  I don't know why, I always feel like a freak! ; )

 

According to the rules...

Each player of this game starts with the

"6 Weird Things about You".

People who get tagged

 need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things

as well as state this rule clearly. 

In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their

comments and tell them to read your blog!

 

1. 
   
   I still like to play in the mud, you already knew that, but as I was working the other day, I actually thought how lucky I was.  I did not, repeat did not throw mud balls at anyone.  (Hey it almost never snows here, I have to improvise. )
   
   
2. 
   
   I won't eat pasta, american cheese or mayonaise or miracle whip, same difference.  You know that pasta salad with cheese, mayonaise and peas, that is my food arch nemesis.  (You with the pasta salad, stand back before I blast you with lazer gun!)
   
   
3. 
   
   I can't use anything on my body with fragrance in it, makes me smell like I missed my last two yearly baths.  This has completely ruined bath & body works for me.  Oh yeah and I am allergic to sunscreen, it makes me look and feel like I have a sunburn, even if it is paba free.


4. 
   
   I lost my front tooth roller skating when I was nine.  (I am pretty sure Jay Giles or Queen was playing on the Juke box, maybe even Another One Bites the Dust.)  Right now the crown is infected and coming out and I am too cheap to get my butt to the dentist since the last one screwed up the replacement, and it was expensive. Even though I have insurance now and it shouldn't cost as much.


5. 
   
   I can eat really hot chile.  It's a gift.  I have won bets in an area where nearly everyone eats hot chile.  Today in fact I had some Habenero hot sauce that claimed the devil made it.  I enjoyed the burn, and laughed at the devil, you call this hot?


6. 
   
   I really like bugs, spiders and weeds and plant diseases.  I can get all happy when I find a new spider, bug or fungi.  Just so you don't think I am totally buggy, I hate cockroaches.

Whomever wants to do this.... your tagged.

"I can't believe another year is past...."

I am curious if this phenomenon happen to you.  Do you think of the most profound, moving or funny blog entries at times when it is impossible to write them?  Only to have them evaporate into thin air?

 

If only I could type while in the shower, driving, or trying to decide between getting up or sleeping more in the morning.  You would be amazed at what leaked out of my mind.  Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a usb connect right to my head and then I could filter and edit it later.  It is a scary thought on so many levels, and I bet even if it was only limited to me, you are very glad this technology isn't available.  It's bad enough reading my conscious thoughts and ramblings.

 

 

I am sure you have realized it is that time of year again.  Currently I have a vow, to simply enjoy the holidays.  I know it's crazy but I am going to get done what I can, buy what I can afford and try and have a good time.  I'll check back in with you about that.

 

This morning in bed I came up with a pretty good idea for my Christmas cards.  I don't think they are too much of a pain, but we will see. I am planning on making a test one later today.  If it doesn't go well, I'll go buy cards. (part of my vow.)

 

I have been trying to come up with my holiday letter.  Yes I write a newsletter.  I try to make them funny, and I am told people secretly look forward to them. And for once it isn't just the voices in my head.   I like to read holiday newsletters.  I don't know about you but there are so many friends that don't care to write much  and even if it is once a year, I want to know how they are doing. 

 

Every year it seems like you read about this in Ann Landers or somewhere.  Dear Ann -- I hate newsletters why do all these crappy people insist on wasting my precious time with the inane dribble about how little Tommy managed to finally make a goal at soccer?  or Dear Ann -- Why do my nieces insist on sending me those typewritten newsletters about their family? Why can't they write it out long hand?  After all I took the time to handwrite them a note about how my bunions are cleared up and all my friends at the senior center love line dancing.

 

My point is we all have inane (or in some cases, insane) dribble we go on an on about.  However it is a method of keeping us connected.  Yes it would be nice if we did it more than at Christmas.  Let's face it not everyone wants to communicate that much.  Either that or no one likes me since that is about the only time it seems like they are willing to catch up.  I joke about being insecure, but I imagine that in most cases it is just an overload, we all have so much going on in our lives, it is hard to stop and write. 

 

Which brings me to my current dilemma.  I want to get my holiday newsletter started.  I usually try to avoid bragging, and inject a bit of humor while giving the basic news.  I always include pictures of the boys.    However I can't help but think the family wants an answer to the bigger question?  What is going on with you and the hubby?  I know a holiday newsletter isn't the time or place, plus I am not ready to make a public statement.  However it seems like the newsletter will ring false with everyone, because they know all is not well at our house, and the jokes will fall flat.  It's funny, I know one of the major complaints about these newsletter is that they are fake, or lack any real communication.  Yet I know real and honest might be a bit too shocking, not a bit funny, not a bit appreciated.  I can't help but think of the cousins this summer that emailed me updates on them and asked the common, How are you?  I replied and tried to be matter of fact about our separation.  I told nothing scandalous, I don't think I was bitter, but I was probably sad.  Strangely they never replied.  I guess they didn't know what to say, or wished I hadn't shared the basics.  We aren't doing well, our boat is capsized and we are furiously paddling for shore and aren't sure we will end up together.  Please keep us in your prayers.

 

Life is bitter, sweet, funny and tragic. It is hard to genuinely express this in our letters.  Maybe that is the really complaint, they aren't genuine enough.  Maybe the bigger question is why some of us have such a hard time being truly genuine with friends and family? I guess other people's problems remind us too much of our own, and none of us want to be left hanging if the other person doesn’t want to reply.

 

There I go again, forgetting my goal, to keep Christmas fun and simple.   Maybe I should simply say:

 We are doing okay,

we get up and try every day,

not every day goes well, 

not every day is bad,

 some things  still make us giggle,

 Hopefully if we keep trusting God it will all work out. 

 

That or,

My kids are cuter than yours,

 but don't feel too bad I am living in a small apartment and it's a big mess,

but hey we can't all be perfect or something equally sarcastic. ; )

You don't know Scat!

I write this at the risk of once again making you jealous about my job.

 

As I was perusing a catalog looking for some entomogolical supplies,  I came across this video for Pest Control Operators (PC0s).

 

If you don't know what scat is you might not find this funny.  Please don't confuse it with the classic jazz type of singing, that is infinately cooler, but not as funny.

 

 

 

I immediately started snickering and laughing, in fact I hadn't laughed that hard since I saw the Spanish version of the popular book Everybody Poops, Todos Hacemos Caca. The title had me laughing like I did in gradeschool everytime someone said that word.

 

Several items stood out and now instead of asking anyone to move that pile of crap, I wil now politely ask that they move that undisturbed scat accumulation.  See Nora is learning how to be nicer.

 

However I completely lost it when my office mate Chris stated:

 

I am a Scatologist, I really know my sh*t.

 

I think he should get t-Shirts made.

 

Shameless Bragging

 Z sang in the children's choir at church last week.  All the kids were pretty cute.

 

Okay this kid isn't mine, but I thought this was so precious that I couldn't help taking a quick pic.  Four years ago I would have thought that poor kid's mom dresses him funny.  Now I know that three year olds can be really insinstent about what they wear.

 

 

Z is the one on the end in the red and white patterned shirt. He is very serious about his singing folks. ; )

 

Max is still learning to talk so he didn't sing. He is currently recruiting for Sesame Street, at least that must be why he has wear this jacket as much as possible.  Cookie Monster wants you!

   

Here they both are at Halloween Howl with their Auntie Mindie Mouse.  Z is a clonetrooper by the way (not a stomtrooper, for the love of God do not get them confused!)  Max was supposed to be Yoda but he wouldn't wear the hat, so he is a  very young Luke Skywalker.

  

 

I'll just title the next sequence "When Jedi Attack."    

   

Have a great weekend everyone!