O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree…

Thy leaves are so unchanging…

Among the things I will never ever ever do again and go to great lengths to avoid is the task of decorating a Christmas tree. This is usually easily solved by the fact that techically I don’t celebrate Christmas. I mean, I buy presents, sing carols, ooooh and ahhh over decorations, go to parties, bake the cookies, drink eggnog and make an amazing turkey…but you know, I don’t actually celebrate Christmas. My family doesn’t celebrate it so there’s never a tree at my parents to avoid. 

I am skittish around decorated trees in the mall and at other people’s homes as well. When I was six or seven I was at my friend’s house to decorate her tree with her and her family. I was a short kid and this tree was over six feet tall. If you’re somewhere around half that height…that’s huge. So in my mind, to this day, that tree is GIGANTIC. Anyway, we got all the ornaments put up, the lights strung on and lit, all the special glass ornaments on and the tree was stunning.

Then…I felt the need to put one sad solitary string of tacky tinsel on a branch…and the entire.tree.fell.over. Crash! Kabaaaaaaaaaaam! Shattering, breaking, messy, unpleasant. Traumatizing.

So I haven’t been near a tree since, what with all that emotional scarring. But for the last week I’ve wanted nothing more than to buy a tree, get some ornaments and decorate. What is going on here? I even looked up trees online and at the store…you can even get a PINK tree like Bre has!!!! Hallmark has all these cute ornaments and Pier One has stunning Christmas decor and a cute tree skirt…but I don’t go near Christmas trees…or even celebrate Christmas exactly…but…pink trees…

Easy Brees-y

31-6, with three touchdowns, brings us up to 5-6 over Carolina…so if we can win the rest of the season it won’t be a complete loss. Brees threw for three touchdowns and Colston had seven receptions. *heart* http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/recap?gameId=271125029

My best friend’s birthday is today: Happy Birthday N! Also, one of my devout football watching companions celebrated a birthday yesterday: Happy Birthday J!

I had a second date with the Younger Man which went well but he’s somewhat miffed that I’m not really in a place where I’m looking for a relationship. *sigh* About relationships, I have rekindled my love affairs with both lobster and Matt Damon.

I bought a pair of knee high but can be slouchy black boots that are also…flat. Its my first pair of flat boots ever. They’re still dressy-ish. One day I’ll be posting alot of shoes pics…seeing how I completely missed that whole month of shoes thing there.

The barter system is great, I think I’m going to bring it back. I baked a friend of mine some brownies and he changed the headlights on my car, checked the oil and fluid levels and gave me some real estate advice. Of course we all know I would have been more than happy to bake him, or anyone, brownies for no reason whatsoever.

I spent some time with my mom and cooked enchiladas and a Spanish inspired rice for her while she stressed and worried about my younger fool of a brother. She definately has reason to worry but hopefully he’ll grow up soon.

I haven’t seen a hockey game in weeks but the Leafs haven’t been doing so well lately anyway so I think I will reintroduce myself to the sport when we play the Habs in a couple days.

What.The.Hell.

Today is the first day of winter weather, there’s a snow/ice storm happening which is all sorts of lovely and traffic is a mess. The news mentioned there were over 260 single car collisions and about 150 accidents. Since we get crap weather every single year for about four months, freezing rain and ice included, I always wonder how people are surprised by it and forget how to drive.

Today a conversation with one of the soon to be fired because she’s a an imcompetent moron other employees made me realize that bad traffic in bad weather isn’t because everyone forgets how to drive or is being extra careful. Its that some people are just idiots who do the same stupid thing year after year. Anyone who had a car parked outside overnight had a layer of ice over it this morning, a thick layer that gives you time to list off every swear word you know while you try to scrape it. Of course, being Canadian, we spend a ridiculous amount of time discussing the weather over our coffee. During our it-really-sucks-to-scrape-ice-off-our-cars conversation Ms. Not Too Bright told us her secret to getting ice off her car super quickly….hot water and a hammer.

Did you need a second?

HOT WATER and a HAMMER.

To an ice encrusted windshield.

BTW, Happy Thanksgiving to all those flying the Stars and Stripes! Hope the turkey and football are fantastic!

Brazen Hussy

I just asked a guy out for the first time in my life. The words just flew out of my mouth. Oh gosh.

(Sorry, I forgot to mention…we’re going out Friday.)

Rock-a-bye Baby…

In the treetop…when the wind blows…the cradle will rock…

Weird song. Cradles and children falling out of trees. Why do people sing this to kids?

Why are we talking about cradles you ask? Because I am not robbing one. I was in conversation with Cute (SOUTHERN) Boy Who Asked Me Out and we were bonding over football, down home Southern cuisine and seeing snow for the first time when somehow we realized he’s younger than me. By a couple years. A couple times two. So…umm…four years. He doesn’t feel that’s a problem but I do.

For one, I can’t be responsible for corrupting today’s youth. Second, though he’s well trained already because he’s a Southern boy…I dated a guy his age when I was his age. Let me tell you, I never want to so much as think the phrase ‘when I was your age’ in conversation with anyone I date.

Know what I don’t get? He has a MUCH nicer car than I do even though I have a better job….as in his car costs roughly what I will make in a year.

Ruby For NFL Commissioner!

Once upon a time in a land far far away a fool named Mike Ditka traded all of 1999’s draft picks..all the picks…for the disaster that is Ricky Williams. He traded ALL THE DRAFT PICKS. ALL! Oh and a couple of the next year’s too. Gone. Traded. So that draft we got…..one player.

Who turned out to be craptastic. And then three years of pain later we handed him off to the Dolphins where after his FOURTH drug violation the commish finally sent him packing.  He’s not had a clean drug test yet…but he’s back in the league if the coach will take him. Yeah. http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/7445924?MSNHPHMA

Troy Williamson, Vikings, missed a game to go to his grandmother’s funeral…he also paid for over thirty of his family members to fly out as well. Nice guy right? Family oriented, generous, has priorities, not busted repeatedly for drugs…lets fine him! http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=3100835

*sigh* What is happening here? Why is the NFL run by babboons?

Seriously????

The Rams?? The RAMS???? We lost to the RAMS??? What the hell is happening here? We had four amazing games and then the team that hadn’t so much as a cointoss all season beat us???!! And later…Peyton had FIVE interceptions in one game?? Why? Why God, why?

Oh and in regards to the Cute Boy Who Asked Me Out…I had the weekend booked solid so I told him this coming weekend would be better for me. If he calls, I’ll go out with him.  If he doesn’t call that’s fine, as AKA decided that its “ his loss and i’ll pelt his head with jellybeans…not the good ‘jelly belly’ kind of jellybeans…the cheap ones from the dollar store”