Today was not as bad as I thought it was going to be.

Long story short, I..

• spent the day with my best friend
• FOUND MY FRICKIN DRESS
• HAD THE WHOLE STORE STOP AND ADMIRE ME (a feeling that, although initially uncomfortable, was quite exhilarating)
• had dinner with a whole bunch of friends
• realized I should give a shout-out to the fantastical LD, who is a long-time reader, first-time caller
• … wore a WEDDING dress …
• … looked at flowers …
• … picked out the groom’s party’s combos …
• and then laughed and gossiped some more with my best friend.

And the whole time, we kept saying, “Man, I wish the rest of the chicks were here.”  So soon, ladies.  Soon we shall all gather, and our coven will be complete, and we shall RULE THE WORLD.

Scout shall be our future.

Tomorrow, The Boy, Bryan, and myself will be going with Aunt Delle to her momma’s farm to see the new baby horses.  Can’t wait.  It’s a perfect holiday.

lemme start the story with this..

at home, we have one computer. it’s a mac, so most of the programs run a bit differently than a pc.. which is what bryan and i are most comfortable on. one of the downfalls of sharing a machine is that, since we both have gmail accounts, chances are very likely that when we open up gmail, the other person’s mail (and bidness) is there in plain view. today was one such occurrence.

gmail is a fantastic email program, and one of the things that i do so adore about it is that you have the option of seeing the first line of email before you open it. sort of a teaser. and there was one headline that, admittedly, caught my eye, because it had been a recent topic of discussion: “thumb sucking”.

now i’ll say this. i was a thumb sucker. actually, i wasn’t so much a thumb sucker as i was a lip rubber. i know that sounds nuts. but i was linus, in a nutshell. i sat, with my blankie wrapped around my index finger, and rubbed my upper lip. to this day, you will STILL notice me do that.. now, though, as i’ve been told by steph, my nervous habit is actually ASL for “patience”. irony.

but i worry. i worry that allowing thumb sucking at the age of The Boy will put him at several disadvantages. most importantly.. his teeth. as a child of several retainers (but never braces.. although probably should’ve), i worry about his teeth constantly. thumb sucking isn’t good for teeth, right?

and what do his classmates think? i’ve heard him say on more than one occasion that the other kids laugh at him for it. so are we just allowing his ridicule by allowing the behavior?

but that’s where i stand. i’m against thumb sucking. i may have to start a support group, but i’m against it. so i need some parental help here, guys.. quick and easy methods to break the cycle? other than tabasco on the thumb.. The Boy likes the stuff.

Reasons Sarah is a redhead, by Sarah Brown:

• When she was a blonde, she was called a bitch.  Now she’s just feisty.
• Dumb blonde jokes get old FAST.. especially when the punchlines are predictable.
• That mother fucker, King Kong, will NEVER search her out.

This is the first time in I don’t know how long that I’ve had time to sit down and write a post.

Odd note: there is an Element in town, that is orange, and a woman looking similar to Ra drives it.  However, it does NOT have her tag, and we always find this out.. after we’ve waved.

Well, Christmas is done.  It actually, for being so hectic and busy AND our first Christmas, went very smoothly.  And I figured out what Christmas is about.. it’s about little boys.  It’s about watching their face light up when they open the coolest present.  It’s about watching them get excited over things that you’re SO jaded about.  It’s not at all about us.  It’s about The Boy.

And we went EVERYWHERE.  Ate lots of good food, opened lots of good presents, and had a very merry holiday.

Then we took a well-deserved nap.  All of us.

Then we topped off the holiday with the worst Fucking Christmas Movie EVER.. King FUCKING Kong.  Okay, no don’t misunderstand.. it’s a well-done movie.  Great movie.  Peter Jackson deserves every movie award ever made.  But I am a bit of an animal lover.  Especially with monkeys.  So this movie KICKED MY ASS.  I was sobbing.  Like a child.  And Bryan, bless his heart, leaned over half way through it and said, “We can leave if you want to.”

Hell no.  I’m going to torture myself the full three hours.

So I did.  It was a great movie, truly.  And so nice to see Keboobalah, Donny, Greg, and everyone else.  It was the perfect Christmas tradition.

Falling asleep in the arms of the man you love ain’t half bad, either.

I’m going wedding dress shopping this week.  Maybe.