This post is about nothing and everything. You’re welcome.
Yesterday, I got my bi-annual hair cut and foil, which gave me the opportunity to sit and stare at myself for two hours. Dear sweet Jesus, when did I start looking like a wadded up paper bag? I don’t feel old…but I swear I look like I’m nearing fifty, maybe sixty! What is going on here? All those years of frying my skin in the sun are catching up with my face, that is what’s happening. I decided that, YES…if I ever have money to burn, the face is getting lifted, tucked, pinched, plastered, botoxed and whatever other heavy machinery is needed to get it looking like my age. Of course this will never happen because…hello, four children, mortgage, food, blah, blah, blah…no face lift for me.
A donkey is also called an ass. Last night Clay was reading the Advent selection from the Bible and one of the verses came up that usually says ass instead of donkey. Clay paused and said, “donkey” and I just decided that we should probably keep it real so I interjected, “or ass, you can say ass, it’s in the Bible…ass.” If Clay were a teacher he would have given me a detention right then and there. Isaac, our almost nine year old, solemnly said, “Yeah, a donkey is also called an ass.” Tonight I think I will teach them that a female dog is called a bitch, because language is a horrible thing to waste.
Clay and I are in desperate need of down time. I mean serious down time. No interruptions, no kids’ activities, no phone calls, no meetings, no lists, no clients, no volunteer time, no, no, no. So, I stopped and bought five bottles of wine from the winery that’s near our house. When life gives you no time, you need wine. That should be a slogan, I need to trademark that now, then I’ll make a billion dollars and go get my new face.
I have done almost no Christmas shopping. I say almost, because I did manage to purchase a couple small things for one of my children this week. I even used a coupon for the purchase. I know! It was like a Christmas miracle. I have no desire to shop though, none. The thought of going out and getting stuff feels like torture. However, I am looking forward to our little trip we take over to Kansas City to ice skate, see the miniature trains at Union Station, visit the Hallmark museum and take in the lights. We’ve done this the last two years and now it’s a tradition and the kids really look forward to it. It’s part of their Christmas gift.
My neighbor loves to call and complain about my animals. I like to free range my chickens, but they take their freedom a bit too seriously and invade her yard. It doesn’t help that she throws scraps of meat out in her yard. I don’t answer my phone because I know it’s going to be her complaining that my chickens are in her yard eating the meat she threw out for the cats. I wonder if I could make tiny collars for all the chickens and put in an invisible fence? I’m not a very good neighbor. She’s called twice this morning. I answered the first time. I’m not sure what she thinks of me, but my guess is, it’s Spanish for NOT GOOD.