Christmas Kitty Bear

You love it.

He loved it. Mr. Hobbs sat there, just like that, for nearly ten minutes while my Mom and I took pictures. Work it! Work it!

Then he discovered the hat.

He shook it off, bit it, and ran away scornfully looking behind.

My wittle kitty bear love puppy.

It's disturbing how obsessed I am with this cat.

So, trying to steal my boyfriend are you? We'll see.

There's this girl. She wants my boyfriend. She's actually been trying for a while now, and so far I've been able to keep quiet; until now.

I'm telling you, she just won't give up.

She's short and has curly-ish hair, and I guess some people would consider her "cute" but, she's got the maturity level of a 6yr old.

She seems to think that if she tries long enough, she'll be able to persuade him, but sorry sweetie, THAT BOY IS MINE.

Want to see a her?

Here she is.

Okay fine, so maybe she's not just cute but adorable, whatever.

When Rylee first met Pete, the words out of her mouth were "Wow, I didn't know your voice was like that" and there suddenly was a sparkle in her eye and she was hooked.

All I ever hear from her is "When's Pete coming over? Where's Pete? Are you going to Pete's house?....can I come?"

She walks in my room and yells "It smells like Pete in here!"

Any time he comes over she screams PEEEEEEEETE and body slams him in one massive hug. Most of the time it takes myself and my sister to remove her. She sits on his lap when he snoods, looks up with loving eyes and says "Pee Pee (that's her pet name for him) you're my buddy, you smell like the mall".

Today she asked me "Is Pete your boyfriend?" and I told her yes, yes he was, and didn't she know that? And she says? "Oh, well guess what? He's MY boyfriend too".

Looks like I've got a little competition...

Exibit A:

Just one of our many rustic family Christmas trees.

I don't know if I was excited it was Christmas, or if I was just imitating the tree, because it looks like it's in the same pose behind me.

It's called "character" okay?

When I was little (I don't know if it was because my parents didn't want to spent the money, or because they just preferred it this way), we would cut down a tree for Christmas. I remember doing this, but only a couple of years, I think maybe because some years my Dad did it alone. I liked it actually. My Dad and I would jump in the canoe (we live on a marsh) and island hop until we found a suitable tree to hack down and take home. It wasn't until I was older that I realized, looking back at old pictures, that we had some funky ass trees.

Our trees were lopsided, they were dinky, and saggy, and old, but? I loved them.

This year I'm getting flash backs to those days because our tree this year? Let's just say Charlie Brown's tree got NOTHIN on us. We have our actual tree at my mom's and so my sister and I debated for a while on whether or not we should spend the 40 bucks and get our own. I guess we took too long to make a decision because when I came home today, there was a tiny "tree" on our steps. Our "tree" is actually a few branches off a cedar tree on our island my mom cut down and planted for us. But I say? It's perfect. I took a picture of it and sent it to my boyfriend who said it was, wait for it...wait for it...ghetto. Thanks. But we don't listen to him because he's actually a big terd that's disguised in human skin and a backwards hat.

Internet, meet our tree. Our non-ghetto, fabulous tree.

See? Cute.

So there.

Okay so it's actually a little ridiculous, but it makes me laugh and reminds me of being little and I like it, so it stays.

Notice the present under there? My niece went shopping in her room and filled that bag with some of her toys and nail stuff (I told her she could get me something for my nails as a present a couple of days ago). She pranced around so excited for about ten minutes singing "It's something that you waaaanted!"

She can stay too.

Remember...

...how I said I always want to change the look of this thing? Sure ya do, I mentioned that, and then started talking about this weird George Washington face growing on my sisters senior picture? Remember?

You don't?

LAME.

Moving on...

Well, basically I'm getting that itch to change things around once again, and although I used to spend hours upon hours working with HTML and customizing everything exactly to my liking, I have a life now currently don't quite feel like taking on a challenge that large.

And, I'm tired as crap because I spent the day at my Aunt's eating turkey, and you KNOW how much I love turkey, remember how I mentioned that??

You don't remember anything.

So yeah, the turkey has made me tired or something having to do with me being tired and not wanting to mess around with my blog.

So for now here it is, hopefully I'll be nerdy enough have enough motivation to customize it some day soon.

For now it's bed time...night folks!

I look like total ARSE right now, yippeee!

Hello, and welcome to my Saturday Wednesday. I'm in my first week of my new work schedule and so I have the day off today! Which makes it feel like a Saturday, but a really boring Saturday where you have nothing to do because it's actually a Wednesday.

I was freakin' TIRED last night after teaching my classes (still a horrible, unenthused teacher...oops!) and when I got home I showered, and then passed the F out without blow drying my hair.

So when I woke up this morning, I looked a little like this.

And that was pretty much my reaction too. Disgust. So know what I did about it? Made some coffee and sat down at the computer...aka nothing. I think I might just rock this look all day. Because it's my Wednesday off, and one can do such things on their Wednesday off. Didn't you know?

So plans for my day might now include hiding behind trees and jumping out at little school children and then... who knows! Making babies cry?

Maybe, if time allows.

So sick, of being sick.

I think I might finally be getting better, slightly better, but not totally better just yet. These past three days have been so sucky! This little virus-whatever totally kicked my ass and then laughed in my face as I curled in a ball of pain and begged it for mercy.

There was no mercy to be had however, oh no!

There was the constant headache, that despite the overdosing amount of Tylenol I took, would not subside. There was the faint feeling I had every time I stood up that made me feel like I was either going to throw up or pass out, or do both simultaneously. There was the earache, the soar throat, the runny nose, and the coughing and the wheezing that did nothing to shake that stubborn chest phlegm lose. And then of course, there was the need to sleep. It was like I wasn't tired at all, but my body wanted nothing more than to sleeeeeep. I slept all day Sunday, then somehow stayed awake long enough for Pete and I to watch a movie, then I slept the ENTIRE day yesterday, seriously only getting out of bed to either force feed, or bathe myself.

Today was better though, I actually stayed awake for most of it, but my nose has been running constantly and only today was I wise enough to have my mother buy me those extra special lotion tissues. Why I waited until today to use the special tissues, when I've been raping my nostrils with toilet paper for the past two days?? I'll never know.

I do however, know a few essential things that will get you through the worst of the worst sick days.

1. Lotion tissues. Do not wait until the last minute like stupid, stupid, me to buy them.

2. Lysol disinfectant spray. So you can hopefully save your loved ones from contamination. Also, so they won't get pissed off at you for getting them sick.

3. Lipton noodle soup. Lower the water amount, add some extra chicken bouillon, and enjoy.

4. A Slanket. Not to be confused with the Snuggie, as the Slanket makes you look bad ass and the Snuggie? Makes you look like a total wiener. Believe me. Also? The Slanket website has the best descriptions ever for their colors AND a portion of the profits goes to various charities. Check it out!

5. Hot tea. Preferably whatever my mom gave me tonight. That tea was awe-some! I'm not sure what kind it was though, so I can't really help you out, ask my mom.

6. Many, many, pillows and many, many blankets, for the many, many hours of sleep you'll have. I needed a pillow for my head, one on each side of my body and one for in between my knees. Also, fleece socks, fleece pants, and one over sized T-shirt you don't mind getting loads of snot on.

7. HOT showers, like scalding hot, showers. Don't even clean yourself, just stand there and let that glorious water wash over you. Ahhh.

8. One kitty cat to keep you company and who doesn't mind you rubbing your sick infested face all through his fuzzy wuzzy fur.

9. A remote control and cable television, preferable with access to on demand movies. Steel Magnolias? Yes Ma'am!

10. A mom that will take your temperature, check on you, bring you special tissues, soup, and make you hot tea.

Hopefully, you won't need these tips anytime soon, but if you do, remember them! They may just save your life.