I am not a very big fan of SOME things that go on during the Holiday Season. I am not a Scrooge by any means, but the things that I really don't find enjoyable are:
1. Chopping Onions (oh and grating cheese)- now I know you’re wondering what this has to do with the holidays- let me explain. EVERY STINKIN' recipe my Mom (and Aunt) makes at Thanksgiving has onions! I feel like we chop onions for days. (Ok, so I usually hide out until my sister gets suckered into it, then I conveniently make myself available for other kitchen duties.)
2. Buying Presents- I LOVE MAKING presents, but buying I hate... I hate the idea that you buy something for someone and you keep the receipt so they can return it if they don't like it. I mean what is the point of a gift if you can return it? I have resorted to giving gift certificates, to those hard to please gift receivers. I don’t have to worry about whether or not they will return the gift later; they can spend their money in the way they choose.
3. Tree Hunting- I honestly HATE being cold. I also don't like getting a tree that will die in a few weeks... I also don't like flowers for this reason, how sad they live for a few days in your house and die, (I had no flowers at my wedding either for this reason).
4. Buying Christmas Wrapping Paper- My Aunt always wraps our gifts on thick sheets of brown paper and I LOVE THAT. She wraps it in fancy ribbon and it looks great. I always want to use that same idea, but I am a procrastinator and usually I have to run out to the store and buy whatever cheesy wrapping paper is available.
5. Christmas Lists- I don't mind getting a Christmas list from someone, but I HATE writing a list of things I want.
Stay tuned for the Things I LOVE about the Holiday Season...
the dog he never wanted
Remember the post when I talked about giving up the 20 year dream of a pot-belly pig for my dog Molly. Well, about a month ago I was able to head home and bring Molly with me. It was the first time Drew was able to meet Molly. What had happened was...
Let me explain Drew and his experience with animals. Drew did not grow up with any sort of animals. Our first dog, I got when I was dating my husband and took his opinion (absolutely no dog) very lightly. We were JUST dating and although it was in the back of my mind that he would be my husband someday. I was not SURE, so I got makenzie our lab/basset hound mix. Which after time, Drew soon fell in love with her.
For those of you that know me, I AM one of those WEIRD dog people. Not really weird, I dont refer to her as my "fur" kid or anything, but I love her just the same. The newest addition Molly is a super super sweet boxer mix and you all know I fell in love immediately, hence the begging and pinky swears that took place with my most loving husband. Drew had claimed he wasn't sure if he had room to include her in our lives and that she might be ignored, in order to make sure makenzie our first dog doesn't feel slighted. yeah yeah Drew right....
Drew has rules about dogs on furniture (especially our bed) the rule is NO DOGS. I will say I agree, but I am not a very good disciplinarian when it comes down to it.
Anyways, the one evening i came upstairs to find my husband with our newest dog Molly...
Yes, there he is snuggling with her, in bed! What happened to the NO DOG rule?? huh??
Of course a few weeks later we went kayaking with my cousins, and Drew wanted Molly on his kayak the whole time, so they could bond.
So, I guess Drews love IS big enough for two dogs. I have a feeling I may be able to convince him otherwise on the pot-belly pig issue, what do you think??
Let me explain Drew and his experience with animals. Drew did not grow up with any sort of animals. Our first dog, I got when I was dating my husband and took his opinion (absolutely no dog) very lightly. We were JUST dating and although it was in the back of my mind that he would be my husband someday. I was not SURE, so I got makenzie our lab/basset hound mix. Which after time, Drew soon fell in love with her.
For those of you that know me, I AM one of those WEIRD dog people. Not really weird, I dont refer to her as my "fur" kid or anything, but I love her just the same. The newest addition Molly is a super super sweet boxer mix and you all know I fell in love immediately, hence the begging and pinky swears that took place with my most loving husband. Drew had claimed he wasn't sure if he had room to include her in our lives and that she might be ignored, in order to make sure makenzie our first dog doesn't feel slighted. yeah yeah Drew right....
Drew has rules about dogs on furniture (especially our bed) the rule is NO DOGS. I will say I agree, but I am not a very good disciplinarian when it comes down to it.
Anyways, the one evening i came upstairs to find my husband with our newest dog Molly...
Yes, there he is snuggling with her, in bed! What happened to the NO DOG rule?? huh??
Of course a few weeks later we went kayaking with my cousins, and Drew wanted Molly on his kayak the whole time, so they could bond.
So, I guess Drews love IS big enough for two dogs. I have a feeling I may be able to convince him otherwise on the pot-belly pig issue, what do you think??
Skinny jeans
Have you noticed the boy’s now-a-days wear “skinny Jeans”, it is the strangest thing…. They went from wearing baggy jeans to stay in style to now wearing tight pants like the girls. I am not for or against this; I am not sure where I sit on this style. I mean which is worse; pants so tight you can see everything or pants so loose you can well- see everything? Both my little brothers for a while caught onto this style. It was weird at Christmas, when my youngest brother was wearing the same jean size as me and our gifts were mixed up. I am just glad he didn’t get the same pink sweater that I received from “Santa”. That would have been realllll awkward huh? The most hysterical part about the skinny jean thing is when my youngest sister, who is the middle child, says to my sister and I that she was so happy when we moved out because no one would borrow her clothes anymore. And in walks my youngest brother, wearing HER jeans.
