I hate christmas.
I got a Secret Santa gift in the mail earlier this week and my Santa made the puppies some peanut butter cookies. Here is the video I sent to my Santa to thank her (Timmy did the titles and soundtrack and mis-spelled Leelah's name):
Last night I went with Timmy to his elementary school (the one he works at, not the one he went to, that one is in St Louis and has nuns) to see the christmas pageant. I shot a wee video that you can see below if it ever decides to load, but I think 27 seconds of kindergartners is may be TOO much for the internets to handle, but here, check it:
If you can't see it, I will just tell you it is a whole bunch if short people singing about how Xmas makes them want to stomp their feet and Xmas makes them want to shout. I filmed it because I was all like "Hells yeah! That is exactly how Xmas this year makes me feel too!" Granted when they shouted about Xmas, they said "YAY Christmas!" but I have a few more choice words about Xmas that kindergartners shouldn't be saying.
The rest of it was really cute too. The first graders did a little play that taught us we should accept all colors of candy canes during the holiday season. And the fifth grade orchestra played some songs that resembled Good King Wenceslas, The Dreidel Song and Jazzy Old St Nick. Good stuff!
However, that was the last outing between now and New Years, I am officially chained to the craft mines at least until then. I have to get about half the gifts done before Xmas and I have asked for reprieve on the other half - Thanks, Court, Mommy, Daddy and Mark!
The student I work with who is Muslim says Islam doesn't have any major gift giving holidays. Oooo, so tempting.
Ug, I am no good at multitasking. I just clicked on a link in my email and wiped out my entire post. It was extremely clever.
I did say that I can't blame TypePad completely for my lack of posts lately. Right now the computer set up at home is not conducive to post writing. (And I would never ever right from work. Never ever ever.) To access our computer you have to perch on the edge of the bed while the computer balances precariously on an old piano bench. One fine day will will get our router up and running and I can listen to streaming NPR out of LA while tootling around upstairs. A girl can dream can't she?!?
Have I mentioned the new house has only TWO phone jacks?! WTF, man, WTF!
I did take the laptop up to my craft room so I can listen to audio books from the library (can I just say that not being able to listen to NetLibrary audiobooks on my Mac is BS) which I can just barely hear from my wimpy ibook speakers over the whir of my sewing machine.
I think I am going to cry a little bit.
*there, crazy conservatives arguing about semantics when people don't have homes and food and health care, I put the christ back in christmas. But you can't make me capitalize, suckas!
**Also the award for Best Post Title for TypePad Outage goes to... "TypePad went down on me" by fourfour.
Well, not anymore. I am not thrilled with the results, but I just wanted to see if it would work and I will probably change it later. And boy howdy does it work, now I can watch TV in my underpants again with out the fear of our mail-lady getting a free peak.
I completely stole the idea from Megan at NotMartha, I used the starch and tissue paper method. I liked the way her cut up squares turned out, but mine not so much. Oh well.
Rollover the picture below to see what happened to our stairwell:
Oo, creepy. Timmy went up to StL on Saturday and I decided to destroy the wallpaper while he was gone. I hope there isn't asbestos in wallpaper or I am screwed. Anyway, I intend to get the rest down and paint as soon as our damn old house sells (we should find out about the inspection by the end of the week).
I made it an all NotMartha weekend when I copied her Shocking Pink Coif in fleece as I have given up on knitting and crocheting in general (I am glad I know how to do it, but it just takes too damn long), but looking at it now it should be wider over the top. We'll call this a prototype:
The pained look on my face there is not because I am taking a dump in the middle of the driveway, but because no sooner had I made my coif than it was far too warm to be wearing a coat and hat outside. And it was really sunny. And that is the pained look I always have.
I was about to post about how the old house was under contract and it was, but it isn't now.
Seriously people, don't LIE to the f'in bank. Um, there is this wee little financial magic they do where they can conjure up every financial misdeed you have done since you were buying underroos.
Morons. Quit jerking me around.
Luckily, we have two other offers on the table.
Clearly my small anxiety attack in the soup aisle the other day was completely justified - real estate is nuts.
In X-mas news, I MUST start on my presents tonight or die trying.
I really shouldn't say things like that as my craft room is on the second floor with large window and I can see myself taking a header after tripping over a wayward bobbin.
Not to mention I have stumbled down the stairs several times and I have laid fifty cents down that I will be the first one to fall down them completely.
Anyway, the presents. There will the be some mighty cutting-out done in whittytown tonight. And all my gifts will be made with love and a million curses at home buyers.