I have had a lot of thoughts swirling in my head lately. I blame it on my brain. Here's a glimpse of what's been going on inside there for the past month:
I hate blogging only once a month. I feel really bad about it. But I really don't have much going on right now that is exciting. Or maybe it is. Who knows? Do you find waking up at 3:30 AM to find that your dog has not only pooped all over the upstairs but is also rolling in it exciting? You do? Oh. Me too. So that happened. The end of the story is we cleaned it up and it was gross.
I participated in my big craft show of the year last weekend. My mom and I had a blast, and my besties even came for most of the day. I put them to work. We sewed bindings on pencil rolls and had a grand time. Something funny that happened there -- an aisle or two away from us was a table of hand turned pens and seam rippers. Curly heard them joking that they needed to sell "those women sewing" some seam rippers. As. If.
My baby now crawls with her belly off the floor and her little tongue poking out of her mouth. It is so cute you might die of you saw it.
I signed up for another small craft show at an elementary school for the week after Thanksgiving. Curly rolled his eyes. I think he is tired of craft show prep and wants more laundry prep. Me too. But I also like a crisp $20 bill in my pocket.
On a related note, I once heard my cousin say about his wife that she would kill you for 5 bucks. Me? I say make it 10 and you've got a deal.
Almost all of my Christmas shopping is done. I was feeling really good about it until I realized that none of the birthday shopping for the two the week before Christmas has been started. Whoops.
Curly has to work 6 days this week to get ready for Thanksgiving. I heart retail. Anyway, to make him happy to be home I made homemade cinnamon rolls and organized about 3/4 of his desk at home. Still no laundry.
I started the laundry this morning.
And lastly, this year I am so excited to celebrate the crap out of Christmas. I am feeling so freakin' jolly. As soon as the Christmas stuff went up in Target, I took my two little girls to marvel. My baby was just as excited as me! But Ginger? She went on a loud angry rant about how it's not even Thanksgiving and where were the Thanksgiving decorations? She got mad at the trees and the lights. This was all in front of the lovely Target employees. It was hilarious, coming from a 3 year old. Then she got over it and started talking about what Santa was going to bring her. We're all jolly!