Thursday, December 30, 2010

Eternity and a football reference. All in the same post.

I made the mistake of once telling D that I thought "Eternity for Men" was the greatest smelling cologne on the planet.

Even went so far as to tell him I found it to be a turn on.

So what do I do?  Go to Dillard's, armed with a recently found $50 gift card from our wedding, and purchase the tiny 1.7 oz. bottle of Eternity.

David was ecstatic to try out it's appeal on me.

After a long day of running errands and dinner in OKC, I made it home to Stillwater late.  Tired and in no mood for any extracurricular activity in our bedroom, I let him know I was heading to bed and would most likely be out once my head hit my pillow.

Shortly after, I found him quietly and covertly trying to put on the cologne in an obvious attempt to change my mind that I was no longer as tired as I was.

Me: "Seriously?  It doesn't have the ability to suddenly make me not exhausted and want to jump you."

D: "Hey, can you fault me for trying to throw a hail mary here?"


Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Just Dock It.

When I was growing up, my dad referred to his toiletry bag as his "dock kit."  Not sure where that came from, but that's just what it was called.

So I now call David's toiletry bag a dock kit.

Yesterday, as I was cleaning the upstairs bathroom, D pops his head and announces that all he needs is his docket, and then he'll be out of the way.

"Uh, your what?"

"What you call my bag...a docket."

Apparently, I need to speak more clearly...

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

More pages from the book.

These are so much fun to do...and one of them made me crack up.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I love you because...

I ran across an idea a few months ago to make an "I love you because" book, with the drawings of stick figures...I thought I'd do something like that for Christmas for David.  So here's a sneak peek...

I have 10 more pages I want to get done by the end of the week, and then I can take it to be bound.  Hope he likes it!

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Dear Kitties,

To Allie and Little Bit,

I love you, fur babies, but here's just a few thoughts for you two, to help me out over the holidays...Mom's most stressful time of the year...

1. LEAVE THE TREE ALONE.  I did spend an entire afternoon putting up the tree, decorating it, trying to get it not look crooked, and buying more ornaments cause I just didn't think there were enough on it, for you two to continually circle it like it's prey.  Trust me, it's not.  And those glass ornaments on it?  Not cat toys, dangling for your entertainment and pleasure, only to be swatted down by your paws to meet its death on the hard wood floors.  And while we're discussing the tree...
2.  LEAVE THE PRESENTS UNDER THE TREE ALONE.  Again, not for your amusement and destruction.  I would prefer not to give my family members their gifts with teeth marks in the wrapping paper, exposing the gift beneath.
3.  I can go to the bathroom alone.  I do not need your assistance.  I will be out shortly, you can make it by yourselves during that time.  Quit trying to beat down the door when it's shut, stick your paws underneath the door, or cry nonstop outside of the door.
4.  When I clean out your litter box and pour new litter in it, do not jump into it and play in it like its a damn sandbox, scattering litter in a 14 foot radius forcing me to sweep it up for the next four days when I will inevitably have to clean out your litter box again, thus, causing a never-ending cycle of litter clean up.
5.  Oh, and when I DO clean out your litter box, would you mind waiting more than 27 seconds before taking the stinkiest dump you have ever had in it?  What did you get in to that caused THAT to come out of something so tiny?
6.  I need my sleep.  And if your food bowl is (God forbid) empty at 2:30 in the morning, please do not take that opportunity to walk all over my head and cry at me until I am forced to get out of bed, go upstairs, refill your bowl, you take 3 bites and then pass out on the couch, but then I cannot go back to sleep until an hour before my alarm goes off.
7.  The doggy gate for Baxter is up for a reason.  It is not your personal jungle gym.  You are not a track star practicing your hurdles.  Little Bit, I KNOW you can jump over it, so when you do find yourself on the other side of it and would like to be out in the rest of the house with us, do not sit and pitifully cry until we come and pick you up.
8.  I know you need your alone time too, but when I go looking for you, calling for you and shaking the food bag to get you to expose your most recent hiding spot, I expect you to come to me.  Do not allow me to not find you anywhere, start hyperventilating and even look in the dishwasher and oven for you since I had them both open at some point in the previous hour what if you had gotten in there but really you are just hiding in the back of the closet behind every single possible piece of clothing and when I DO find you, calm down enough to breathe normally, you look at me like, "Uh, could you turn out the light, sheesh."
9.  When the FedEx guy rings the doorbell to drop off a package, it's not for you, Allie, I promise.
10.  Little Bit, you just had surgery on Monday.  Your stitches are still in.  Quit running around the house like a wild banshee.  I'm half expecting to see your poor tummy exposed due to you ripping the damn stitches out.

I know you both can be good kitties, I've seen it before...just remember, Christmas is coming.  And I'm pretty sure Santa is watching you guys too.

Mom and Dad

Friday, December 10, 2010

Christmas cards...and Christmas presents.

In my (limited) spare time, I've been making some Christmas cards.  I know that it's way too late to try and promote these for this year, and with all that's been going on with us lately, I just didn't have the time or energy to really get these going for this year...buuuuuut, my plan is to have a ton of these made throughout the year, so there will be lots to choose from next Christmas!  (the white boxes are for pictures if those are wanted).

And hopefully my sister-in-law, Emily, doesn't read my blog at all cause I'm about to spoil part of her Christmas present...I made up a logo for her and had it placed on some stationary.  I also made some notecards with it for her.

And for Gus Gus, I made him a little shirt...

Sigh...maybe one day I can quit the day job and just do this stuff full-time...

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Christmas at the Mu.

I know some of you may want to see how the Phi Mu house is decorated again this year for Christmas...lots of pink...

Friday, December 3, 2010

How sweet it is.

Little Bit has been peeing on the beds.  ALL the beds.  Apparently, this is due to her having gone in to heat a while back, and it may have caused a UTI.  (she's getting spayed Monday, so all should be good then)  But in the meantime, I have had to take ALL the comforters (there are 3 bedrooms...) to the cleaners at least twice now.  When I went to pick up the latest two victims (one being our main bedspread), the stupid cleaners didn't have them ready yet...even though they had told me twice they would be ready by then, but that's another blog post...oh, hell, I'll just say it here: I HATE HATE HATE NORTHSIDE CLEANERS IN STILLWATER. 

Whew, I feel better already.

But I digress...

Because our big bedspreads weren't ready to come home, I had to pull out an old one for us to use.  I acquired this at some Phi Mu Mom's Day years ago, but never really used it.  It had been folded up on the end of the spare bed at dad's house for so long, I quit noticing it around 2004.  But with my dad moving out of his house, I quickly snatched it up and took it home. 

When I pulled it out last night to put on our bed, the extra pink poofiness of this thing apparently got to David, as he said, "Oh my gawd, it's like we'll be sleeping under cupcakes."

Thursday, December 2, 2010

No private school for you.

While I was holding Little Bit yesterday, David and I were discussing how I thought it was neat that my baby cousin, Abby, is going to Casady School in Oklahoma City...the same school her dad went to, and Little Bit took that moment to let out a small mew of approval, as well.

To which David replied, "No, you can't go to Casady, Little Bit.  But you can go to Cat-sady..."