My life, briefly.

December 30, 2004

laugh until you cry

While cruising around the internet this morning I found this site and about died laughing. Best served with a latte from Starbucks. Enjoy.

you are not alone

Yesterday I discovered the "Next Blog" tab at the top of the screen. I went from reading S&M entries to marketing posts regarding consumer debt problems. Quite frankly, it got to the point where I was a little scared to see what I would get directed to next.

My Christmas tree is still up and is officially a fire hazzard.

Here is another picture of my sweet, sweet baby, Norah.

December 28, 2004


Unlike past Christmas seasons, our tree remains up and decorated.

December 21, 2004

3... 2... 1... Blast Off!

Boom. Bugabooh is up and running. Motivated by my little sis' own blog launch, I have taken the big jump and started this one.

On to more important items - Christmas.

I'm currently working on a couple of crafty projects: Sushi magnets and a quilt. I'll post pictures as soon as I have them available.

I noticed this morning as I was running through the house getting ready to leave, bag in hand, baby on arm, that our tree is officially dead. The needles have that crisp look they acquire after about a week without water (I have been watering ours) and there is an alarming number of needles on the carpet. If I didn't think flocking was so damn ugly, I would have it done to save myself the endless fight I have each year to keep my tree looking fresh. The other altnernative is to get a live one which I'm seriously considering - however, what would we cut down as an alternative? There's something about packing that saw around the acres and acres of tree farm, salivating at the thought of "taking down" our own tree. Perhaps we could just buy the potted alternative and then go home and chop firewood. Hmmm... this juxtaposition doesn't bode well.