30 whole days of daily posting! For the second year in a row, I’ve posted every day in November.

There is such a profound difference between the end of October and the end of November. One month ago, we were painting the kids’ faces, eating snack sized chocolate bars and gearing up for trick or treating. The leaves were still on the trees and the grass was semi-green when we went on our walks. Today, the trees are bare and the grass is crunchy brown. I did take the kids for a walk earlier this week but when I returned, my ears were red and tingling from the cold. The Halloween decorations of a month ago have been carelessly thrown in the garage and the non-breakable Santas and Snowmen are on display. There won’t be a manger scene this year because I think the triplets would smash sweet Baby Jesus into a million pieces and that’s just bad karma.

I have been asking Mike to hang Christmas lights on our house every year since we moved into together*. I think one year he wrapped some around out porch to shut me up but he has never fully decorated our house. I grew up with Christmas Lights on the house and I still prefer it but I found a good reason not to hang them (Poor guy. It reminds me of the movie Gremlins’ story where the guy dies on Christmas by getting stuck in the chimney dressed as Santa). I haven’t upped his life insurance policy yet and I really don’t want to raise the four kids by myself in poverty so I think I will embrace any reason to keep him out of harm’s way. Okay, I don’t want to raise four kids by myself with money either. I’d rather keep him around. Also, with Lily’s oxygen concentrator and other medical equipment plus night nurses, our electric bills are already high without pretty lights. Our Christmas Tree is up but the kids have pulled it down three times. Luckily, I did not put the fragile, pre-kid ornaments on the tree because I had the foresight to realize they would be broken before December. I hung the stockings with care today and resisted the temptation to eat the year old chocolate in the bottom of the oversized socks. We’ve been listening to Christmas Music on Sirius through our satellite and I’m currently wearing an understated holiday shirt (not a reindeer jumper). Ready or not, here I come. I am officially in the Christmas spirit.

Thanks for sticking with me in November for NaBloPoMo, I am glad I made it through and will hopefully feel more inspired in December now that I don’t HAVE to post. Thank you Mrs. Kennedy for making up this event- I appreciate the push to write everyday.

* Yes, I could put the lights up myself BUT we have a tall split level house. It is as tall as a two story house and I am very clumsy. As my friend Marty put it, “You aren’t allowed to be on ladders. Those kids need you too much.” and he’s right. There are many capable women who can hang Christmas Lights and clean out gutters but I’m not one of them. I am not mechanically inclined, fall easily and did I mention clumsy?

Today is the huband’s birthday. He doesn’t like cake (weirdo) so I made him a birthday lasagna.

It is almost the end of November! No more NoBloPoMoeShowDough! Just a few more days of keeping on keeping on.

I went to Hallmark yesterday to buy my husband a birthday card because he’ll be 28 on Thursday! I don’t sound like as much of a cougar being with a 28 year old- that’s a respectable age. When we met the first time he was really young- I think he was 19 and that was too much cradle robbing. We didn’t start dating until four years later and I forgot I ever met him when he was 19 until my trusty mental archivist Anna remembered. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t know much about my twenties. Now, we are aged to the point where I don’t feel like the old lady as much as I did when he was younger. Plus, he smokes a lot and I don’t so I’ll age slower. So I’ve got that going for me.

I was at Hallmark perusing the cards but when I ended up at the romantic cards? I don’t think I gave the desired response for my demographic. I read them to myself but could not stop audibly gagging, groaning and eye rolling. I could not stop- I tried. They were so cheesy and luvy-wuvy but the only time in my life I’ve given that type of card was when I was in the midst of a break up. Why am I only cutsie wutsie when everything is falling apart?I do love him in those ways but I would rather say it in a different, non-cliched, more peronal way. I’m sure a shrink would have a field day with that one.  I had to walk away from the “I love you so much that my heart will burst into ashes if we are apart but I will look back fondly on our sweet love through the haze of the years and when you’re dead i’ll pine for you like the earth pines for the sun” cards. I ended up buying him a card with a ham on the front and he’ll love it.

it is that time of year again. take a look inside…. i will not admit to you that i’ve been sitting here watching justin timberlake interviews on you tube instead of doing laundry. damn, i just did. i’m embarassed.

You know, I wish my husband would get a tattoo but he never will. That is all.

How Very Tiring

I am giving myself a panic attack because all the sudden it is the end of November and holy fuck our van’s plates are expiring and there is a gianormous crack in the windshield so it won’t pass inspection! Gaaaah! ZOMG I’m going to have to arrange to get it fixed, pay the deductible, take it to get a safety and emission inspection, figure out if we paid personal property tax for the last two years and if so, find the receipts which means i’ll most likely be at the assessor’s office this week and stand in line at the motherfuckingDMV during the last week of the month. GRRRFUCK!

also? anyone who sends me a festive, nicely written christmas card complete with photos of your little snowflakes in holiday jumpers this week can kiss my  holly jolly ass. you people should not be that organized and i mock your smug promptness.  i got my damn tree up, even if it is surrounded by empty bins, boxes and damned legoes. what more do you people want from me?!?

I made our house’s turkey today and now that I have 19 lbs of turkey in my fridge, I’m officially sick of turkey. I need to make some serious turkey dishes this week. I froze some of the meat and maybe one day I’ll even use it. Anyone have any good turkey recipes? For some reason, all I can think of is turkey tetrazzini. We had planned on eating a second family dinner with turkey and fixings this evening but Mike had to work 10 hours today. He was originally supposed to have a four day weekend that warped into him having to work 16 hours but over the four days whenever he wanted. Sucks but it is overtime pay and with Christmas coming, we could use the money. The oldest kiddo is upset that he had to work today but I explained that he has to work to make the money that he begs for to buy toys and games.  We had a wonderful holiday weekend even if he did have to work a lot. We put up our tree and I voluntarily listened to Christmas Music. Let the season commence. Hope you had a great weekend as well.

I just want to show you what I’m dealing with here. I was in the very small bathroom when they did this. I literally (and hate it when people say literally) turned around and they both climbed in and sat down with their clothes on.

Meme Rulez: 
1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.

1. Kristy tagged me a few days ago but I was waiting to use it when I needed something to say. Today, I am drawing a complete…. blank. So, here ya are.
2. Done
3. Seven Random Facts About Me:

I had a cadaver bone graph in my foot implanted in my foot to rebuild my arch

I have done quite a few of these lists before but am not as organized as Kristy so I’m not linking to the previous ones

I don’t know how to ice skate, ski or snowboard. I can snowshoe, I think. If a Yeti was chasing me, I’d be screwed.

I remember coin operated booths that showed cartoons like Mighty Mouse in department stores in the late 70′s/early 80′s but no one else I’ve talked to knows what I’m talking about.

I know some Spanish but not a lot

I am a decent whistler

I start too many sentences with I

I am now supposed to tag seven people but I’m not. Lo ciento.