Christmas Update

Ok I'm a little late. As usual. I missed HNT and I even took a picture for it! I'll have to use it next week. I'm also sick so that's a perfect way to ring in the new year. Woo Hoo!

Anyway. It was just the three of us for Christmas as most of our family lives 3000 miles away. This will be the fourth Holiday we spent alone and it is starting to get a little depressing. Granted, we don't have the "family stress" to deal with anymore. But still it's lonely and I don't have anyone to drink with anymore. :(
I think we may start celbrating our Christmas on Christmas Eve and them maybe volunteer somewhere on Christmas Day. We certainly have plently of time to give and I think it would bring back some of that "Christmas Spirit" that everyone seems to be lacking these days. I'm not normally such a do-gooder. Really. I'm not. But in this case I think I could be. It may also help to really appreciate what I do have, instead of complaining all the time. Well, maybe not. But it's worth a try.

So back to the update. Christmas Eve. The day was business as usual. Our Christmas Eve dinner consisted of Fishsticks and Fries. I am not even kidding. There is a reason for this. Well one, we have no one coming to dinner so who cares. And two, my son has now decided he really doesn't like to eat anything. I though maybe these would peak his interest. Perfect size to pick up and chomp on. And french fries! What kid doesn't like french fries?? Uhm..Mine. He didn't eat a bit of it. Nice try, mom. After our fab dinner we let him open his presents from other people. He did actually rip the paper off and then proceeded to continuing ripping it into a million little pieces. Fun.

Christmas Morning was lazy. Feed the dog. Make the coffee. Feed the child. Lounge around. We opened Santa's presents around 10. And the next three hours were spent taking things out of boxes, twisty ties, twisty ties, and more twisty ties...until finally my child OD'd on Christmas, had a meltdown and needed to take a nap. And that, in a nut shell, was it! Oh, and I forgot to mention during our down-time, Jack's daddy played PS2 and his mutha was on the computer. Now I'm officially done with Christmas. I will not mention it again for another year.

Doesn't that just make you want to come to our house for the Holidays?

Way Back Wednesday-New Years Eve of the Past

Brought to us by Mama Duck at The Kept Woman. The theme this week is Auld Lang Syne (which btw is my favorite song by Dan Folgerberg-yeah I'm a nerd)-New Years Eves of the Past. So here we go..

This one is circa 1987. It was a small party at my friend C's "cool" fathers house. We kept stealing sips from his bottles of booze while he was upstairs and managed to acquire a nice little buzz ;) We spent most of the night dancing to his AC/DC records (yes, records)and listening to Dr. Demento. I'm on the left and look like I'm about to fall over. Pretty fashionable for the time, with my big permed hair, tight jeans and over-sized belted pink shirt. Nice!



Same party. I'm not sure who the boy is next to me and I don't even remember the dog being there ;) It's a better shot of the big hair and you can even see a large silver hoop earring, which I think might even be coming back.



This one is circa 1993. I'm with husband number one and we were getting ready to go bar hopping in Portsmouth. His face really wasn't a big black blob, I just can't stand to look at it anymore, so I covered it up to protect the guilty. Anyway, I actually like this one, which probably explains why I didn't burn it with the others.



And that's that. I didn't have any of me with husband number 2 (Jack's Daddy) because I don't think we have gone anywhere for NYE ever. Even when we lived in Vegas it was always too much of a pain in the ass to drive to the strip. We are an exciting pair...let me tell ya. I'll have more later on our fun-filled, heart-stopping Christmas Adventures.

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A Holiday Message

I hope everyone has a Wonderful Holiday! This was the picture I sent out in my Christmas cards this year. I think I took around 500 pictures and settle on this one because 1. although he wasn't smiling, he wasn't crying either, and 2. you can see part of his head, where as the rest were primarily of the back of his head as he took off running.

Note my card does say Happy Holidays. This, I assure you, has nothing to do with the so-called War on Christmas. It's just what I've always done. I never even thought too much about it before. But since all the news coverage has been filtering into my brain, I now found myself questioning what I should or shouldn't say. I had an appointment today, and as I was leaving the office I said "Have a Merry Christmas". Immediately I thought, "oh, shit. What if they don't celebrate Christmas". WTF is up with that? It's a very sad day, when you have to censor yourself from saying something like Merry Christmas. I should be able to, without worrying or wondering if I'm offending anyone. It's not like I'm telling anyone to go fuck themselves! Why are we creating so much drama over such an insignificant issue. I celebrate Christmas. Am I offended if someone wishes me a Happy Hanukkah?? Fuck no. I'll take all the Happy anything I can get. Anyway, didn't mean to make this a downer post. So... that's all I've got to say about that.

And btw, thank you to everyone who stopped by yesterday to see my first pic and welcome me to HNT! I really appreciate your comments. If I haven't visited you yet I will. I'm just a little busy with the Holidays right now.

That's all for now. Peace Out.

My very first Half-Nekkid Thursday

It's the week for firsts for this Crazy Mutha. ;) It's official. I have too much time on hands. To those of you who know me (in real life)...settle down...you can see less than you would if I was in a bikini. And trust me. That's a good thing.

So without further ado, I present to you my very first, could be last, Half-Nekkid Thursday photo.


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yay for me and my little bewbies. I'm so friggen' liberated.

Way Back Wednesday (anything Christmasy)

A game brought to us by The Kept Woman. This weeks theme is Anything Christmas-y. This is my first time playing and it was so much fun taking the time to look through some old photos. I have boxes and boxes full but this is what I came up with.

This one goes way, way back to my very first Christmas. I was in Florida at the time and I'm assuming those were my presents and my blow up Santa. I have to say I was a damn cute baby! And so very serious.



This goes back to High School, and it was in my parents house in New Hampshire. We had the biggest kick-ass tree that year. It was the first Christmas in the new house with cathedral ceilings so my Mom was determined to go all out. That is my cousin L on the left, leaning forward. And me on the right, leaning back because I'm scared to death of heights. Like the pants? They were the big ass baggy pants with the crotch down to the knees. I can't remember if they were Bobby Brown pants or M.C. Hammer pants. Yeah. Nice.



This, I think, was just out of High School (?). Again, very fashionable, with the white shirt buttoned up to the collar and the mammoth oversized sweater. I think I'm also wearing plaid flannel shorts with...what? Tights. Our tree got a little smaller that year.



And there you go, for all the world to see. Or, maybe, just the three people who actually read this thing. Merry Christmas! And if it offends you that I said that, Too Damn Bad.

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If I had my life to live over

I just received this in an email. Food for thought...

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer)



I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it.

Live it and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.

Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.

Changes and Random Thoughts

I've changed my template and title again. I can't help it. I can't stop. I will most likely keep changing things until the day comes that decide to abandon this blogging fad altogether. Ce la vie.

Another change. I'm going to actually start updating. No, seriously, I am. I know I've said it before, but this time I mean it. Really.

I managed to finish up the rest of my dolls and they have all been sold with only two left here to ship out this week once payments clear. Whew.. It wasn't easy. In fact it sucked. I worked weekends and nights until about 2:00 AM. Then had to get up whenever Baby Jack decided it was time. I was pretty much a Zombie for a while, BUT now I have two glorious weeks off. When I say off I basically mean I will have 2 hours of naptime to myself each day and of course evenings after 8:00PM. See? I'm not really that difficult to please.

So what to do with all my free time? I think I'll start some paintings that have been rolling around in my head for some time. I have to do something creative. It's the only way I know to actually relax. But NO dolls! They were fun in the beginning but after four years they have now become WORK. There is nothing relaxing about them. I guess that happens with anything after enough time.

I am also going to attempt to get back into some kind of workout routine. It's been 18 months now and I'm still struggling to lose 10 lbs of extra baby weight. And by struggling, I mean I'm pretty much eating whatever the hell I want, not working out, and expecting it just magically fall off by itself.

There are more changes on the horizon but I'll save them for New Years Resolutions. That'll give me two more weeks to do further damage to myself.

Random thought: "Live Nude Girls" . As opposed to what?

Chloe

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Piper

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Shea

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Ryan

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We've got babies!!

My eyes have arrived so I'll be busy all weekend working on several dolls for the Holiday season. In the meantime I have four currently available. Vist my new store to view my listings. I apologize for the crappy picture quality. I'm still getting used to my new camera and apparently I had it set on the poorest quality possible. I'm hoping to be able re-do them this weekend but at this point I just wanted to get them on. So there you go. Tomorrow I'm off to two different doctors appts. One in Brockton and one in Plymouth..yeah..and it's gonna snow. Four wheel drive baby!

I have no eyes!!

for my dolls, that is. Yeah, I'm getting nowhere fast. First my light blew out. I thought ok, no big deal, I can pull in some more light until I can replace it. Then I broke my camera. Thought I was putting it on the island, apparently I used a little too much force as it went soaring off the other side and SMASH. I went out and got a new one yesterday, which was loads of fun with Jack attempting to climb out the cart every two seconds. Luckily I knew what I wanted and just had to wait for some 15 year old to take her sweet ass time getting it for me. So, good, I got the camera. I come home an open up my shipment of wigs and eyes...and...NO EYES! I feel like the force is working against me. I can only get so far with no eyes. But I do have one set and three sleeping dolls so I should have four ready for next week sometime.

I should know better than to have a plan.

Blue Eyes and Barnie

This is a very rare occurance in our house. A smiling toddler. I thought I would share because heaven only knows when it may happen again. The last couple of days have been much of the same. I think we've hit "the stage". I'm not completely sure what "the stage" is, but yeah, we've hit it. I'm exhausted and the chicken-monkey's daddy is off to Miami for a few days so I really have no choice but keep on, keeping on. My plan is to spend every night working so I'll have plenty of dolls/art to offer for Christmas. That's my plan. And as that is my plan...I'm off...

Hugs and kisses, thanks for callin', love ya, bye