Hi gang! When my brother was a little tyke we’d ask him, “What cha doin’, Cam?” His pat answer was, “Busy doing stuff!” Well, that’s kinda me lately. Hard to put a handle on it and say it was mostly one thing or the other.
Speaking of my brother, look at my masthead. He Christmatized it! The bag of coal is to be expected… he is, after all, my bratty, baby brother.
John is only off one day this week and he’s already had it. We had a good time and even went to see another movie! I have seen more movies this year than I have seen in the past 10. Why? I don’t even know. And I don’t really care, I’m liking the trend.
We saw Four Christmas’s and it was really funny. I used to really just not like Vince Vaughn, but he’s grown on me and I thought he and Reese Witherspoon were both very funny in this.
John and I rode around running errands listening to a Simon and Garfunkel CD and then moved on to John Fogerty.
We stopped at one place so I could buy a new curling iron and when we got home I was throwing away the packaging when I happened to notice the… directions. Yes, curling irons need directions. I know. I was a bit amazed by this, but that’s nothing when you actually consider what they say.
Did you know that, among other things, you are not supposed to bathe while curling your hair? NO! Really! You’re not! Shocking, I know. (heh heh…shocking…)
Also, apparently you are not to ever, under any circumstances, consider using this appliance while sleeping. Ever.
It is very specific when it says that the iron is hot when in use and not to use it against your skin or eyes.
I know it is a lot to remember, but I plan to spend a good deal of my “free time” (BAHAHAHAHAH), studying this instruction booklet until I am certain that the next time I take the curling iron to bed with me I know exactly how to use it safely.
When we came home from all the errand running and movie going, John painted my toenails! Does it get any better? I think not.
Needless to say there were green beans for supper! heh heh heh On the down side… I think I screwed up my nails… OH WELL.
The Boyfriend had some dental work done yesterday and Kes is over at his house today. She’s basically out of school for the rest of the semester and enjoying the freedom. Now if she can just get her pharmacy tech test taken and get a job as one all will be good with her.
Keelan has started forgetting to take her medicine and is showing the effects. She is being a “Bee-otch Extraordinaire”. When she is rude and snaps at me on the phone, my first reaction is to tell her to come straight home… only I don’t want her HERE. Not under those circumstances! I have been leaving her notes to take the stupid pill and she was doing it, but, all of the sudden the notes aren’t enough to do it. The notes were necessary in the first place because it got her all cranky for me to tell her to take it, verbally. (Teenager) So now we are just moving on to me showing up with the pill in hand and saying something to the effect of, “Here, take this damn thing before I kill you.” You’d think this would be effective… Sometimes it is.
Henrietta is doing OK, this morning she asked me, “Krissa, do you think (SIL) has my big booty?”
You could have heard paint dry. “What?”
“You know… my big bootie, I crocheted…”
It’s dawning on me at this point… “The big Christmas stocking?”
OK, so this is somehow comforting to me. The “big booty” is indeed a croched stocking and not the emaciated, wrinkled up arse of Henrietta.
And to answer the original question. No, SIL has no idea where H’s “big booty” is.
But I know where mine is.