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Look!
Christmas exploded!
So did boxes filled with home accessories!
And clothes…
…and toys…
…and OH MY MERCY will we ever get settled?
By the way, does anyone know where the gold finials that were on top of my china cabinet are? The ones that I got at Kirkland’s?
Because I have no idea.
So I leave the blogosphere for four days and return to find out that you nice people have nominated me for awards?
Remind me to leave more often!
Perhaps next time I have an extended absence, I will receive some cash prizes upon my return!
And to be nominated in the “humorous” category with Antique Mommy and Big Mama? Two of my FAVORITES?
Well, that’s just fun.
Really, it’s a win-win…because Big Mama and I determined months ago that we are in fact the same person, and Antique Mommy is my Cool Mama role model. Every girl needs one.
PLUS – and I believe there’s some merit to this theory – the three of us are all the mamas of “only” one child, which might indicate that mamas of one child are more likely to regale the internet with tales of our wacky misadventures. Coincidentally, given this post about catfish, this post about crawfish, and these posts about Tuna, mamas of one child also seem more likely to find themselves in amusing situations either directly or indirectly related to creatures with gills.
I’m just saying: there’s a pattern there and you’d have to be blind not to see it.
Seriously, thank y’all a bunch. It’s more encouraging than you know.
And thanks also for the nomination for the most artistic blog skin, though the credit for that really goes to Heather. She is so good at what she does, and I cannot tell you how much I am enjoying my new bloggy surroundings. Word Press is a DELIGHT, plain and simple, and Heather’s design makes me smile every time I see it. I am loving the change.
So click here to see the rest of the nominees, and in the meantime, I’m going to be planning a series of topical debates for Antique Mommy, Big Mama and me so that you can make as informed a choice as possible in your life-altering decision about how to vote in this critical bloggy election.
Because I’m all about the democratic process, y’all.
I’m all about it.
Do any of y’all live in Houston, Texas? Or have a vast pool of knowledge regarding Houston?
And would you be willing to offer one of my sweetest friends in the whole wide world a tutorial on the area?
Leave me a comment if you can help (my email isn’t working), and I’ll pass along your email address to my friend (if you don’t mind, of course).
Thanks a bunch (I have nothing else to say, but I just felt the need to add one more parenthetical expression in the interest of continuity).
Trying to sum up the last four days-o-moving would be impossible, but it’s actually been sort of fun – only it’s a version of fun that entails not knowing where any of my clothes are except for five pairs of flannel pajama bottoms and some Umbro t-shirts that I picked up at the outlet in Destin in 1998.
(I’m sad to say that I have been the antithesis of sassy these last few days – the place where sassy goes to die.)
But Sister and her hubby came down Friday from beautiful Music City USA, and they worked their tails off right along side us. Sister and I arranged furniture until the wee hours of the morning both Friday and Saturday, thus leading me to conclude that OCD is genetic. Because there is NO WAY that either of us was going to sleep until we had every chair, sofa and pillow placed, and when we finally gave up the ghost and went to bed, I think we both dreamed about the angle of the rugs and the placement of the lamps.
(I’m still not satisfied with the lamp placement, by the way, but don’t you fret: if it takes me the rest of my life, I will GET ‘ER DONE. Oh yes ma’am I will.)
Sister also hung the curtains in Alex’s room yesterday, and for those of you who have never seen my sister hang curtains (which I guess is basically, you know, all of you), it is a study in precision. And after much measuring, placing, leveling, examining, studying, drilling, bracketing and hanging, she totally transformed the little man’s room with her excellent window treatment installation skills (which she, by the way, will never deem as excellent, because she will look at the finished product and see five flaws that would go unnoticed by the entire world population except for her, and she will vow to fix those five things that are undetectable to the naked eye on her next visit, even though the curtains are absolutely perfect as-is).
As for Alex, he didn’t see his new house until late yesterday afternoon when Mama and Daddy brought him home, but OH! THE ENTHUSIASM! FOR EVERY! SINGLE! ROOM!
And THE EXCITEMENT! FOR THE PILLOWS! ON HIS BED!
And THE GARAGE! How HE LOVES! THE GARAGE!
I think we can successfully categorize the child as an optimist. A very enthusiastic optimist.
Even this morning, as Alex was eating his whole grain bread with organic fruit preserves chocolate Pop-Tart, he looked around and said, “MAMA! Is this my kitchen? Oh, Mama – I LOVE MY KITCHEN! And MY PLAYROOM! I LOVE MY PLAYROOM!”
His playroom is actually a little sitting room off of the kitchen, and my friend NK had the brilliant idea to make it a place where Alex could entertain himself when I’m cooking or cleaning or whathaveyou. So I found an apple green shag rug at Lowe’s for $47, put a little TV and DVD player in there, added a few baskets of toys, plus a rocking chair, a Christmas tree, and a couple of mismatched pieces of furniture that Sister painted (and totally transformed) – and I adore it. It’s my favorite part of the house.
I’ll post some pictures later. After I, you know, take some pictures. Which is always a good first step in the picture-posting process.
So, in a nutshell, that’s it. We’re nowhere finished unpacking, we have a to-do list a mile long, and we haven’t even started hanging stuff on the walls.
But we love it.
And we’re home.
Bye bye, old house.
Hello, new house.
It’s good to be home.
And the internet man came!
I’ll update later….
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