Jennifer's Junky Life ~

It's getting darker by the minute

I told him his eyes looked nice with his new (thrifted) work shirt.

"What color are they?," he replied in a questioning way.

"Hazel. I don't have to look at them to know."

On a whim, I covered my eyes, "What color are mine?"

"Brown.," he confidently and erroneously responded.

I looked at him, through a crack in my fingers.

He paused, "Green!

No...hazel.

Yeah, they're hazel."

I looked at him again, a little more incredulously, only he couldn't see for my hands over my face.

So, he dug himself deeper in the hole, "Brown...?

Green...?

I know, they're hazel!," grinning away the whole time.

I didn't respond. He was digging that hole really deep.

"I know. They're green."

I didn't respond and he doubted himself. Again. "They're brown. Yeah, they're brown."

I put sunglasses on and I plan to wear them all night.

{For the record, they're a grey-blue. And, I told him, "what if something happened to me and you had to identify me, you wouldn't even know my eye color!" (I think about these things, you know.) Gotta love him.}

I can see you...

and your lips are moving.

But I can't hear you.

My little boys keep chatting away with me and I have no idea what they're saying.

(I'm not complaining. It sure is nice and quiet today.)
Must be the after-effects of the flu I had...

Someone must have fed my kids bullets earlier...

because they were shooting around like rockets for about two hours this evening.

...or maybe it was firecrackers...

They were bouncing off the walls and furniture and making enough noise to go along with it.

Hypothetically speaking, that is - it's a hair-y deal!

Say, you got your hair cut

after desperately needing one

and you were so excited to get it

and in an effort to save a couple of bucks you went somewhere other than your favorite salon... (I know, big mistake, you say!)

only to find out it turned out to be one of the worst cuts you've ever had. (Not the style, the cut.)

And, you were overcharged

and didn't have enough nerve to ask 'why' when you paid... (I know, that one's my own fault! I ended up paying more than at my usual place. I just didn't have enough nerve, so, we're running on 'principle' here.)

And, when you called back to talk to a manager about having it corrected

so you can feel happy about your new style...

and you found out it was the manager who cut it...

so you played all nice over the phone, so as not to hurt her feelings, and just asked about getting the top fixed up a bit, even though you don't want her anywhere near your hair again... (It really is bad.)

and she told you the hours she'll be working so you can go back in to have her fix it...

What would you do?

To be continued...

The same as last year, only more "full"

I'd 'hoped' to get a better picture of our tree before I showed it. I'd also 'planned' to make a red tree topper with some of the tulle from around the bottom. And I'd 'wished' that we would've had trim by this Christmas. (Ha! Was I ever a dreamer.) ;) (For anyone 'new' here, our home is under construction.) And, seeing as how I have a temperamental memory card at the moment, I'll just show you anyway, with the picture I already took.

I inherited the chair, part of a pair, this fall. I love them! (If the previous owner sees this, thank you!! They've found the perfect home.) :) And someday, I plan to make slipcovers for them. I think they'll be the perfect props in a photo shoot out in the garden or in the woods one day! It's kind of hard to see in the picture, but they're covered in a warm golden/brown colored velvet.

 

We're not doing Christmas cards (again) this year. I was hoping to but it just didn't work out. Happy Holidays from our home to yours! 

It's time for a change

I'm pledging to get off this chair and away from this computer so I can take these down.

Today.

I promise.

Read this next part dryly. (Very, very dryly.)

Maybe my wheels will start turning when I'm no longer stuck in between holidays...

Phew! That's much better. Now at least we know which season it is.

If you'd like, I'd gladly send them to your house to 'play' today! I won't charge you a dime.

The boys went with Mark to the music store yesterday and came home with two complimentary little metal harmonicas. ('Metal' meaning, unlike plastic, they will not break any time soon.) Our home has been filled with the joyful sounds all day.

 

I love a good debate

Absolutely love it.

What can I say, I like to argue.

When it's done right.

Without angry, ugly, unnecessary words. (In that respect, I steer far clear.)

But arguing to debate something...

Love it.

I would like nothing more than to open up a forum on the whole political happenings of late. - Especially when some of my democratic friends have asked what my specific views are on my political stance. I like politics. I've said it before.

But I won't. I'm not up for it. I've already seen first hand that something like that, when emotions are running so high, would only be draining.

The thing I don't like about politics, amongst other things, is that people can get so meeeaaaan.

Oh gosh, I get mean sometimes too, but I don't like how we can get so... so... what's the word I'm looking for...?

Passionate.

We get so passionate and we can't always see past our own views. Past our own nose. I suppose that's both good and bad. Sometimes no matter how much we debate something, we're just not going to see the other side.

So I won't open up a forum.

I'll gladly dance around the specifics if you ask, but I won't go there. Because it's something I don't wish to debate. I know how I feel and I won't be changed.

I'm pretty strong-willed that way. ;)

And, likewise, I don't wish to change your opinions.

I tend to believe that if a person wishes to change their mind about something, they'll do it on their own terms, not by anything I've said.

Thanks for all the great comments lately! Even the ones who've disagreed. (You've all been very gracious, and I appreciate that.)

You want to know what I like best about Halloween?

It's the one day a year that the cobwebs in my house are acceptable. Welcomed, even! ;)

In case anyone is taking attendance...

There are many blogs out there that I read on a regular basis, meaning, anywhere from two to seven days a week and I tend to comment "fairly often" if I visit your blog. So, if anyone's noticed a lack of comments on their blogs lately (from me) it isn't because I'm no longer reading your particular blog (I haven't written too many people off lately) ;) - it may be because I'm a couple of weeks behind!

Over the past week, I've been slowly making my way through all my 'regulars' but, geez, it takes some time when you're that far behind.