Christmas Bling

The tree....

Some random Christmas stuff on the dining room sideboard....

And a little boy singing a solo at his choir's Christmas progam.

That last one's my favorite.

Seven below here today, with a wind chill of THIRTY FOUR BELOW. Brr.

Painter Girl, Why are Your Legs So Fuzzy?

Thing Two is six, and he's super duper cute and hilarious, often unintentionally. The other night I started (I say started, because, you know, not done yet) repainting my living room, and T2 thought it'd be funny to call me Painter Girl. So he did. All evening.

Later that night, as I was putting him to bed, he put his foot against my leg. He was quiet and thoughtful for a moment, and then he said, "Painter Girl, why are your legs so fuzzy?" Say it with me, now: awwww.

Eighties' Ladies

Saturday night, at a friend's eighties ladies' party....

We were rocking the eighties like we didn't rock the eighties when it WAS the eighties. Trust me on this.

That's me on the left, with my friend Kristin. Thank goodness they still make Aqua Net. And gaudy jewelry and purple eyeshadow. And I'm sure you all remember the off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. A pair of scissors and a $7.50 men's 4XL sweatshirt from WalMart, and I was set.

Recognize anyone in this pic? That's right. It's Crystal Carrington third from the left, and Cyndi Lauper in the lower right corner.

I Can Haz Blog?

I am behind the times, people. Almost everyone I know already has a blog, but I'm a late adopter. I didn't get a cell phone until 2002. I still have dial-up on my home computer, for Pete's sake.

But here I am now. And I'm glad you're here, too. Welcome to my brand-spankin'-new blog. I'm envisioning this as a way to keep up with my family, most of whom live overseas, and to brag about my kids. They're the best little boys ever, really. See? I'm doing it already.

They're awfully cute, too. See?