Is It Wrong?

To want this stuff SO BADLY...

The picture in the catalogue was so cute - cuter than the website. It made me want summer.

RIGHT.THIS.SECOND.

Can You Tell

That this is a portrait of me...Do you see the resemblance? I do. Obviously! My niece, Eve, created this masterpiece. She's just turned 3. And pays very close attention to detail. Some highlights starring Eve and Callie (my super cool 8 year old niece and Eve's big sister):

EVE: Here's you mouth. And here's you neck. And here's you nose. And here's you mo*
*note: "mo" means MOLE. I happen to have a mole on the right side of my nose. Nothing crazy, just, you know, a little mole.
CALLIE: It is really noticeable.
JON (their dad): Meh. What are you gonna do?

Too true, Jon. Too true.

The Art of the Wife

I just read this article in The New York Times. It was an OK article by a woman who is the "bread winner" in her family. She has a fantasy about being the typical 1950s housewife, blah, blah, blah. But the part I liked was the next to last paragraph (penultimate, you might say):

In the end, we all want a wife. But the home has become increasingly invaded by the ethos of work, work, work, with twin sets of external clocks imposed on a household’s natural rhythms. And in the transformation of men and women into domestic co-laborers, the Art of the Wife is fast disappearing.

I liked the phrase, "Art of the Wife". Is "Wife" an art? Do YOU wives consider yourself artists? Do you prefer working out of the home, or staying home and working?

Are there any men reading this? I doubt it, but if you are, what are you looking for in A WIFE? Would you prefer to have someone bringing in another salary, or a salary BIGGER than yours? Or would you like to have someone at home taking care of all that stuff?

Whatever. I have to go iron.

GaGa, Oh, La, La,

Is it weird that I want to buy Lady GaGa's CD? Actually, I'll probably call her GaGa. Lady just seems so formal - and I'm sure we'd be friends if we met. I have all her songs running through my head. Pretty much all the time.

That's probably not weird.

What is weird is that when I'm not thinking, "Roma-ah-ah-ah-ah..." I'm thinking about Dolly Parton. Specifically 9 to 5. I love that song. I love Dolly. I think she's great!

So, I'm going to have a little get together. And GaGa and Dolly will be there. And they'll write songs about how much they like ME. And I'll bake them brownies and then I'll help Dolly with her Imagination Library. Because I think literacy is important too!

"Hey, ya'll. Read a book!"

In Case You Didn't Know

THE HOLIDAYS are over.

So, now what do we do???

If you're me - apparently...you do nothing. Which is nice for a while. But not really. I'm tired of it already.

But I thought this picture was HILARIOUS! I was riding around Mom and Dad's neighborhood when we were home for Christmas and some of their neighbor's blow up decorations (which, in general, I kind of hate) were reflecting my mood.

They just seemed to scream - "I just can't take it anymore! Where is February? What a second - I hate February! Where is JUNE? That's a month that I like - it's not that far away is it??? I mean - six months goes pretty fast, right??? And if you think about it - it's really only five months."

So, I made Mom drive back to her place, get my camera and drive around the neighborhood again so I could take this picture. Tony didn't want to come along. So we took the dogs.

This is Daisy. I love Daisy and someday I am going to steal her and sneak her off to NYC. You can see Dora's ear in the bottom left corner, but she doesn't like to have her picture taken.

I love Dora too - but I don't want to steal her.

And a couple of pictures of Hastings because he reads this blog regularly and I don't want his feelings to be hurt. You know how touchy cats are. I love him the best.
Yes, he's in a crib. At my mom's house. He loved it in there. Someday we'll have a baby and you can have a crib at your own house, Kitty. I promise.

And this picture too. It's old and it's not very good, but it looks like he's smiling. And who doesn't love a Cat Smile?

It will help pass the time until February. JUNE!!! I meant June.

The Thing I Want Now

I have decided that I want brandy snifters.

I've been reading a lot (A LOT) of mystery novels recently. And when the cops come (in England) to question you, you offer them brandy. You also give it to someone when they are cold or in shock. I am both. So I want brandy.

Mostly, I want to hold a great big glass with amber liquid in it. I have no idea what brandy tastes like. If I don't like it - I will make a giant margarita on the rocks with salt. In my new brandy snifter. It will be awesome. I will drink it all and be warm.

And then, I will slowly come out of my shock induced stupor and say something brilliant and the Cheif Inspector will tell me that I helped him solve the mystery and that he loves me and would I please marry him and move into his beautiful estate that has been in his family for 600 years.

And I will say yes.

As long as I can bring my snifters.

But he probably has nicer ones. Because he's rich.

We'll just use his.

Christmas Is Coming!

And there's nothing you can do to stop it!

Normally, I wouldn't use my blog to whine or complain. But I'm about to do both - so feel free to skip this one if you want.

This has been a weird holiday season for me. I was home in Indiana with my parents for 3 weeks, currently am in New York City, and leaving tomorrow for Michigan.

We didn't put up a tree; our only Christmas decoration is a poinsettia. It's red.

I didn't make any cookies. At all. None.

And we're not buying presents.

This is also the first year that I'm not going to see my parents at all on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Technically, we celebrated when my brother was home from Denver - that was fun. So - I've sort of already had Christmas with them. But it's still going to be weird.

And Tony and I have to sleep in separate beds because of flooding in his parent's basement. I'm not especially happy about this. I would at least like to be in the same room with him on Christmas Eve night. Actually, don't get me started on this one - it kind of makes me mad.

So...Christmas. My favorite time of year. Usually. I might just have to chalk this one up as "Epic Fail".

Don't get me wrong - I haven't forgotten about why I celebrate and how thankful I am for Jesus' birth.

But I'm still going to miss the cookies. And the tree. And my parents. And my husband.

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