Why is it that when you have a plan 
to get a lot of things done and you have the time to do it, 
you get sick? 

I was planning on doing a lot of things this week, 
but it seems it was not meant to be. 

I sleep most of the day. 
My throat feels like someone shoved a razor blade down it, 
and every time I swallow they give it a good twist. 
A little green mucus, but no cough 
and the most pathetic runny nose you've ever seen
(practically non existent).

I'm a bit of a hypochondriac, 
and think every time someone is sick 
(especially me) 
that they're going to die. 

That's right. 

Die.

I hate being sick. And since I always go a little crazy 
because I never seem to know what to do and I get so worried, 
I'm grateful for my Mom. I can give her a call, 
she can tell me what she's told me a thousand times 
over again, and makes me feel better. 

At least I don't have to worry about 
going to school or work, that's a blessing. 
I can just be rest and get better, even though it 
makes me feel so useless.

Useless I say.

But the sun is shining. 
And my kitty hasn't left my side for the past three days. 
And I think I'll take a nap.

Maybe I won't die after all.

Our 2nd Christmas Tree

So I must prepare you to see my tree, it's quite funny.

Our first year of marriage we were in the apartment 
and we got a little Charlie Brown tree 
that sat on a table so it would look taller.

This year we got something a little bigger, 
but not too big...the car still had to be able to get it home.

We got it all set up and the trunk was straight 
and we were so excited!

And then we looked up...

It leans a little....maybe a lot.

Poor little thing, it doesn't have enough lights to go around it 
and the cat has made it her mission in life to get every glass ball 
so this poor tree is barely even a quarter of the way decorated...

And crooked.

When I suggested we undo the screws 
and cut off a bit of the trunk at an angle 
so the tree would stand upright 
(probably another hours worth of work), 
Robbie gave me the dirtiest look. 

Sorry tree...we live and we learn.

 But it's ours, and our house (and my cat) smells like Christmas. 

This year it's the best we can do.

And isn't that all God asks of us anyways? 
That we do our best?

Merry Christmas!

White Picket Fence

We finally got around to painting one of our fences!
But of course Elphaba was super curious, 
curious enough to take a swipe at the paint brush 
and leave little kitty paw prints all over the garage.

And now she's got some white tipped ears and whiskers...

Funny kitty cat.

He's so handsome.

 Can you see the paint spots all over his face?

 I pride myself in the fact that my hands were much cleaner.

 

The one on the left is the one we haven't done. 
It's up against a white freezer, so the super whiteness 
is the freezer and the dirty white is the fence. 
Optical illusion much? 
The fence on the right is the one we sanded and 
painted with weather proof, wood stain sealer
 all in one awesome paint. 

I'm getting a white picket fence for my garden. 
It's going to be magical!