FUCK YOU, #NABLOPOMO!
(See you next year.)
FUCK YOU, #NABLOPOMO!
(See you next year.)
Decorating for the holidays is in full swing at the Carlton house. While we had a lot of decorations from last year, we naturally felt the need to go BIGGER! BADDER! SPARKLIER! So while we may not be able to afford gifts this year at least the tree will still look amazing.
(photos to come. we aren’t anywhere near finished!)
I am at the end of #nablopomo and I have to change the dates on my posts since I missed a few days. I’m a cheater. Whatever, it’s my blog.
We watch a lot of Youtube videos at work. Here is one that you have probably already seen it. Watch it again. Or don’t. Honey badger doesn’t care; he doesn’t give a shit.
My mother in law has a first generation Nook Color and I pretty much held it like a lover when we visited them today. To make up for my drooling and fondling of her e-reader I loaded some of my books onto it. I’m thoughtful like that.
I have an e-reader — it’s probably one of Sony’s very first e-readers and it’s definitely before Kindle or Nook came out. It’s only black and white and is kind of slow. And, of course, doesn’t have wifi or 3G. Or apps.
After exploring the Nook I really want a tablet that I can use as an e-reader. I love to read and if I had an entire library at my fingertips it would be easier for me to actually finish a book in a few days instead of taking weeks. I can carry it with me everywhere I go.
I guess that I can do that with my current e-reader but I WANT A NEW ONE!
(I think it’s time to do a ‘what I want for Christmas’ blog post.)
Back to eating healthy and exercising tomorrow.
Back to being pop-free, sugar-free, and therefore pimple-free.
When I eat healthy my skin looks amazing, but if I have more than a couple of greasy or junk meals? Zits. Either on my face or my back. It’s unacceptable because I’m too old for it but I know what causes it. Besides, the holidays can be a difficult time in regards to staying healthy so I have to keep it up to balance out the parties, booze, and pies.
My feet will meet the pavement (or treadmill) tomorrow. And everyday. I promise.
OMG, THE HUNGER GAMES.
(I am reading the first book and I love it. I missed you, reading.)
My four year old niece was given a Barbie and three separate outfits for the Barbie. Each outfit came with random accessories — the pop star outfit came with tiny paper concert tickets and a trophy that I assume is supposed to be a Grammy. And hooker heels. My two and a half year old had never played with a Barbie doll until Saturday and now? She’s obsessed. She will rip Samantha’s (niece) Rapunzel doll out of her hands and demand that Samantha play Flynn Rider instead because she wants to be Rapunzel. And then she pretends to karate chop Flynn with Rapunzel’s super-bendy arms.
Tonight after I put the girls to bed (in separate rooms, of course) I tidied up the living room and found Barbie accessories all over the floor. Scarves, tiny stilettos, a microphone, and what looked like a stocking or possibly a fingerless glove were scattered everywhere. The girls don’t even dress up the dolls! Apparently they like to strip the dolls and then toss the Barbie paraphernalia all over the room, perhaps in hopes that an unsuspecting adult will step on a pointy hot pink heel and experience a shooting pain unlike anything else on Earth.
Perhaps it isn’t too late for Avery. I don’t HAVE to buy her dolls, right?
But, while sort of playing Barbies with the girls last night I remembered how silly and fun it was. My mom used to play Barbies with my sister and me and it was hilarious. We had a huge two-story, six room doll house where our multi-cultural Barbies, Kens, Skippers, and Stacies lived. We spent most of our playtime dressing them and styling their hair (or chopping it off if it was too tangled to work with) but once their outfits were perfect the playtime would begin! Someone was always getting married or running away from home. Ken had a drinking problem. Stacie hated being the youngest and longed for a pony. There were slap fights, slow dances, rides in the hot pink convertible. We played Barbies well into our high school years. When my sis and I were 18 and 19 respectively, my mom sold the house we grew up in along with our Barbie house. I don’t know what happened to the countless dolls, shoes, dresses, and tiny pieces of furniture but I’m sure they were either donated or thrown away. It was a part of my childhood that I was able to easily return to no matter how old I was.
I can’t deprive Avery of that. Or myself. Because I’m ready to play some Barbies. And to revisit Skipper’s addiction to Adderall.
I watch Toy Story 3 approximately nine-hundred forty-six times a week.
Thank deity it’s entertaining.
But, I do get tired of crying on cue when they all hold hands in the incinerator.
Today we had a birthday party for my niece, Samantha. She turned four years old and requested a princess party. Not just any princess, of course, DISNEY PRINCESSES. We’re accommodating, so of course we threw her the girliest fiesta that is fit for royalty. Sort of. It was low key but we all had a good time.
Pardon the quality of the photos. I shot these on my HTC which is supposed to have a ninety billion megapixel camera but the photos still come out kind of crappy. Whatever.
Happy Birthday, Samantha!