Dearest Interweb,
I am in need of a new hair do as I have grown increasingly bored with mine. Which of these do you like, if any?
With all my love,
Makayla
If you would like to try this out go to InStyle magazine’s Hollywood Hair Makeover site. I found it via How About Orange.
I have not dared say this before, but it has been Christmas time at my house for a week. I had to get the tree up and I am so happy I did. You all should come and see. I will great you with warm wassail and ginger cookies.
I love Christmas. Not the gift giving, or the stressing about what to get people. But the spirit it brings. I look forward to it all year, and my house feels so much more cozy with a tree up in it. Like it was built for Christmas trees and fun memories to be had.
My mom has been giving me Christmas decorations since I was a little girl. My grandma Katherine used to as well. She has been gone 13 years. I remember her Christmas tree from when I was a child. They always fastened it to the wall with fishing wire so the grandkids would not tip it over. She also had iconic 50s decorations. I wish I had one to hang on my tree. There were the plastic tear drops with winter and religious scenes. I also remember my Aunt Adele’s tree. She used to have the candles with the bubbling liquid, such iconic old school decorations. I would love to have that kind of thing on my tree to remind me of my childhood. As it is, I have the things that people have given me. Ruby slippers. A little porcelain doll. And I have started my own collection of ornaments. I buy one every year to remind us of the year. This year is the year of Spiderman, and I found one that I will proudly display it from now until Gentry wants it for his tree.
:: a sweet and loving husband, who looks especially hot in black or white ::
:: a little boy who yells at me everyday and reminds me that there is more to life ::
:: a little warm house ::
:: the smell of yummy food baking ::
:: good friends ::
:: loving family ::
:: freedom and faith ::
:: having most of my shopping done and not having to go and beat people at Walmart at 3 in the morning ::
jj is in the other room making pumpkin purée for pies. Then he will begin on pie crusts with coconut oil instead of butter, which will be so good. He is making pumpkin, pecan and apple pies
I am about to start preparation on this stuffing with craisins, apples, sausage and real bakery bread, or I may begin work on the cranberry sauce with pineapple, apricot jam, and apples. mmmmmmmmmm. Isn’t holiday food divine? What are you making?
I watched the Bachelor all season. I realize there are far cooler things to be watching. But seriously, I cannot get enough of the botox, silicone, fake blond fest.
And can you believe what the guy ended up doing? He sent them all home. He was not “in love” with anyone and did not propose marriage to a single one. Good for him.
I have about a million things to do downstairs. I don’t know if I will ever be able to enter that level of the house again.
jj got up from the kitchen table and went and stood by the front door and farted.
Several times.
Loudly.
I guess I should thank him for not doing it at the dinner table.
However, I was at the dinner table.
Eating dinner.
And he was standing there.
Smiling.
Coyly.
Like, look at me. I am such a gentleman.
Farting is one thing.
Farting performances.
Well, that is a complete other thing.
I cannot think of a single thing to write about. I have been trying to do a post a day in November, but being that there is nothing floating around in my head, there is nothing to say.
Do you remember this boy?
I hardly do. I cannot believe the boy that is telling me I bug him every day was once so small and chubby.
You amaze me everyday.
You informed me yesterday that cutie oranges are delicious. You actually said that.
You also ripped the head off a dinosaur in the library book. I told you when we got home you would get a time out for being so naughty. When we got home you went and sat in timeout without me even reminding you.
You hold my hand lately. Your little fingers wrapped around one of mine, it makes my heart jump. I would walk to the end of the world like that. You also like to hold my hand when we are in the car. So I hold one of your legs while your toys use it as a hill to jump off or as a spider to jump on. Once in a while you will put your hand on mine and pat it or just rest it on mine. It is such a simple movement.
I cannot imagine life without you.
You have made me.
