You Better Watch Out!

...you better not cry,

you better not pout,

I'm telling you why! Santa Claus is coming to town!

(Although the little guy could care less...at least he didn't scream)
He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake!
(He even knows you want a blue camera)

He knows if you've been bad or good,

So be good for goodness sake!

(She was being so good for the picture, she forgot to ask for anything!)

Hope you've been good this year so you can get what you asked for!

Paint Chips

(No, I haven't been eating them....)

We've watched the progress of the new firestation since the summer, when the machines began clearing the dirt. It's been fun to notice what's new each time we drive by. Pad, walls, roof, shingles, windows, drive-way, etc. Most recently C commented on the paint color. I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly, so I asked him the next time we passed by.

me: What color is the new firestation?

C: (not skipping a beat) Mucus!

me: (supressing laughter) who told you that?

C: my cousin.

me: have any of your cousins seen the firestation?

C: look, it's a yucky green color, that's mucus.

I wouldn't say it's a yucky green color....but it is a blue/green/greyish color. I suppose, to a four year old, that's pretty much mucus.

The Way to a Man's Heart....

....is through his stomach. But it's a fickle kind of love.

Apparently this is true for little men too. Let me explain. (No, there is no time. Let me sum up.) My little man C refuses to eat jam with his peanut butter. He prefers honey. For almost a year and a half he has declared that he only eats "Peyton's jam"--which he must have eaten when at her house, in New Mexico. (I still don't know exactly what kind of jam Peyton uses...)

A few weeks ago he began to declare that Peyton was his girlfriend. (must be that jam!)

Then, last night, he said that Regan (a girl in 2nd grade he had just met that night) was his new girlfriend. I asked him what happened to Peyton? He said she couldn't be his girlfriend anymore because they're too far apart.

So, is he smarter to avoid the whole distance relationship, or to go after an older woman?

(my vote is still with Peyton!)

Trees

I love the smell of fresh pine at Christmas time. I love picking out a beautiful evergreen to adorn my cozy home. None of this tramping through the crisp winter hillside searching for the perfect specimin, whilst bonding as a family. We go to a lovely parking lot tree farm to choose our tree, and it still takes me an hour to decide.

But have you ever noticed that a tree grows a foot or two once you put it up in your house?

I swear that the tree wasn't that big when I picked it out at the lot. (Doesn't it look tiny on top of the suburban?) I mean, I chose one a little on the tall side since we have high ceilings this year, but I wasn't expecting it to be taller than the 8 foot ladder. Who knew?

(sorry, no follow up pic...the camera battery died and I can't find the charger...perhaps it's in a box somewhere?)

Tagged

What would Christmastime be without tags?--although usually they're gift tags. I am going along with this tag because my friend Jessie, who I've known since high school, made me laugh sooo hard with her fun stuff...and I remembered that I used to be a fun person, who laughed...alot. Funny how having three kids, one of whom is currently tiny, doesn't make me laugh so much. Esp. when he thinks he can only sleep if he's snuggled into my arms...thanks Grandma! =) So, that's one of my goals for the new year--to laugh more. I know, it's only December, but I've got to get started on my New Year's goals or they really won't happen. Sorry, I'm "bird-walking". Back to the tags.

Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person that tagged you

2. Post the rules on your blog

3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself

4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.

5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

So, here are my random tidbits

1. I do not like ketchup or mayonnaise, but I love fry-sauce. Seriously. I rarely put mayo on anything, but I will use it in recipes. And it has to be Best Foods Mayo, no MiracleWhip. I also use ketchup in recipes, but never put it on anything if I have a choice. And while I will ask for no mayo on sandwiches from fast-food joints, I will eat ketchup and mustard on burgers from said establishments. I suppose it keeps the taste "special". My kids don't eat ketchup either, but I always offer it to them.

2.I enjoy Louis L'Amour books and John Wayne movies. I thank my dad for this. I call L'Amour books "brain candy" because they're a quick read, there's a few good action scenes, there's no xes, brief language (it's a western after all), the guy gets the girl (who is almost always "taller than most") if there is one, and the good guy always wins. The funny thing is, I rarely remember the title of the ones I've read. I can be half way through the book and something will be familiar, but I won't remember how it ends until I get there. I don't usually re-read books, but I can always read and enjoy a L'Amour. The John Wayne movie that I really like is McClintock! with Maureen O'Hara. Hilarious.

3.Ever since learning the order of the rainbow in 2nd grade, both in an art class and in a piano piece--Roy G. Biv (red orange yellow green blue indigo violet) I like to put things in "rainbow order". From plastic dishware to skittles to clothing, things look so lovely in the order found in nature.

My dear hubby thinks it's hilarious that I like to arrange his shirts by color. I 've tried not to become compulsive about this, as it would drive me bonkers, and so I intentionally don't put things in rainbow order most of the time. Hopefully it will keep me out of the nuthouse longer.

4.I love to quote movies. Or rather, I love to throw out funny lines from movies (aka lines I consider funny) when I think they apply. Most of the movies lines I like come from movies that aren't well known, or are a bit older. A few family favorites are: "I's a commin' with yo mint julep. I's a commin'" and "Yes, buwhanna, whatever you say, buwhanna." and "I want my two dollars!" (Hmm, notice a trend?) I could go on, but they're not as funny in print.

5. I frequently speak not only with my hands, but with sound effects also. The beauty of this is that I don't realize what I'm doing until someone (usually dear hubby) stops me and asks, "How was that again?" I've learned over the years not to repeat myself. I suppose it makes for more entertaining conversations with me...just think how much you're missing out on, having to read me in print! Getting my point across takes more effort.

6.I love the smell of napthalene, aka moth balls. When I was little, my grandparents traveled frequently and packed alot of things for storage with moth balls. I didn't know that was what I was smelling, I just thought it was how grandparents smelled. Since I loved them, I grew to love the smell. Imagine my suprise in 5th grade when we made snowglobes out of babyfood jars and used napthalene flakes for the "snow". I wondered what my grandparents smell was doing in a box of white flakes...

And there are some random quirks of myself.

If you laughed at any of my quirks, or if you recognized any of those movie lines, consider yourself tagged. You know who you are.