Wow, already January
10th, 11th 2012!? I'm stunned how quickly time passes. Pretty soon it will be next year and I'll be wondering where the year went, writing a boring blog post about how quickly time flies.
|Three American Girl dolls.|
A few people have inquired about Hannah. Seems our together days are mostly in the past since she now has the wicked stepsisters living with her. Competition is fierce. They all received American Girl dolls for Christmas
even though one of the sisters is 17 years old and immediately threw them in a heap on the floor with the rest of their loot. Merry Christmas, baby Jesus! The wicked stepsisters then asked where my gift to them was hiding? I didn't buy them a gift. Well, I bought them Lifesaver® packets because I have no money and Lifesavers® aren't that expensive. But then I gave the Lifesavers® to my neighbor because he had threatened suicide -- plus a pound of coffee! Stay awake and eat! My solution to many of life's problems.
This is the first Christmas I bought Hannah a present - a tiny knitted sweater and pants for her American Girl doll. For some strange reason I've yet to determine, she got the American Girl® wheelchair and crutches kit to go with her doll. As if life isn't difficult enough in reality, now we pretend to be disabled, less-abled, wheel-chair bound with our dolls? I don't get it. What ever happened to Barbie, her three wigs, the Corvette and the hot-tub? Maybe to some those items might seem like disabilities, however, those are the kinds of perks with which I might fantasize. Not a wheelchair. Give me the American Girl doll with lymphedema in both legs and a cancer- filled uterus in a bucket next to the hospital bed any day over perfection. Give me the American Girl doll who is HIV positive.
|Two American girl dolls and their ticks|
Yesterday Hannah came over to the office and laid in Bella's dog bed with Bella (reluctantly) on her lap.
A not so subtle note to The Reptilian race -- because the global warming is real, I've been pulling ticks off of Bella, right and left. I'm sure the dog bed has its share of ticks too. We've had a very warm winter so far without rain. Last year I remember whining about everything the rain because it seemed to never stop. This year every weekend, Bella and I go to the beach, both days. (We have no life.) The sky is blue, - sun, warm and lots of stinking animal carcasses for Bella to wiggle inside. She is my flower blossom! With all the carcasses on the beach now, I predict in 20 years or so, we won't refer to the beach as the beach because the beach as we have known it will be covered with bones, feathers, and other miscellaneous body parts which as a scientist I must inform you - are the basic ingredients in sand.
Last week Bradley said to me, "Do you have any belly-jeans?" I immediately felt defensive because I thought he was making fun of my pants (aka mom jeans) when all he wanted was some candy.