Christmas, Sewing, & Patrick is a Wiener

I cannot believe that Christmas is less than two weeks away. I remember as a wee child thinking that the month of December went by so s l o w l y, cuz I wanted and craved and needed my presents and goodies, but as an adult who’s supposed to be The One buying all the gifts and wrapping them and decorating and baking and caroling and holiday cheering, it goes by devastatingly fast. This year I have done zero festivizing, zero baking, but that’s no surprise – zero decorating (methinks you need a house to do that!) and zero everything else except some shopping, but most of it has been MERRY CHRISTMAS TO BRIE FROM BRIE, which makes me feel selfish, but Big B doesn’t really like shopping for me anyway. So yeah. I have a lot to do.

The best Christmas miracle in the whole world though that we’re theeeeenking may actually come true is that we’ll be moving into the renovated house on Christmas Eve! It’ll be a classic story: Meth House Turned Magnificent. Stay tuned for that gem.

Last night we went and picked out carpet and tile and cupboards oh my. Think Earth tones meet bright splashes of color meets juvenile interior decorator. I’M SO EXCITED!!! I should really post some pics of the new pad. I do not do this because I can’t find my camera but mostly because I am a reject.

Well, I’m sorry to report that the Cade Man now seems to be infatuated with Spongebob SquarePants, (Which, when I’m in a rush, always call SQUAREBOB SQUASHPANTS.) Now, it’s not the sponge himself that makes me so stressed, but his BFF, Patrick. I hate Patrick because he looks like a wiener. A wiener in board shorts, and it makes me angry that I have to watch him play all innocent yet superdupercreepy at the same time. And it makes me feel uncomfy. And hollow. What is it with kid’s cartoons? I’ve blogged about this before. I have either a seriously dirty mind that wallows in the gutter or there are some SERIOUS adult innuendos that are being weaseled into our childrens’ (and my own) brains on a semi freaking daily basis. Maybe this is why I turned out this way. I always wondered!


I was thinking last night that it’s time for a SERIOUS update about my sosmallyetsoBIG baby man. I’d do it now, except I don’t have pictures, and what’s a proper update without some proper pictures? I’m definitely letting my picture taking and posting efforts slip through the cracks. (Say crack again. CRACK.) At any rate, I thought I'd post this pic I took with my phone. The other day I turned to look at him in the car and he was wearing my hat. He wouldn't take it off, and I was trying not to stress that my really chic and stylish and expensive hat was being worn by dirty baby hair, but really, getting this jewel of a kodak moment made it all worth it. :)

Hope you all have a lovely weekend. I’m going to be at my mom’s finishing my curtains that are trying desperately to be the demise of me. I also have to comprar more fabric and sew more curtains for the giant window in the family room. If you need me, you can dial
1-800-I’m a seamstress, bitches!
I’ll be around.

PS Moderating comments BLOWS. I’m so already over it. I’m already breaking one of my own rules, but I can do that because it’s my blog, haha. But behave yourselves, please, and I won’t have to resume this taxing endeavor. :)