Thank You

I'm grateful for people that have welcomed me into their family. The Kaletas and Donohues, Lempas and Lallensacks who all make sure that I am now family instead of "crazy single old maid." I'm not only grateful to be loved. But also because this is not something I want to be one day: This American Life, episode 346.

Go NASA

NASA named a bully galaxy "Death Star Galaxy"....

Commercials

The Toyota commercials are bugging me.

1. An insurance company would never pay to replace a car that was sabotaged.
2. If it did, the insured could probably be charged with fraud.
3. If you want a new car, buy a frickin car.

All I want for Christmas....

Winter Wonderland

Wish List

I realize that I put things I wish for up for all to see all year long. I also realize that not everyone who checks out my blog will be buying me a Christmas present. But I put together a list for my parents to hand out to family members, so I thought I'd post it here too.

Blue Suede Shoes, size 8.5

Reading Is Sexy shirt, size M (mine is dying)

Striped Socks

I love edge brownies!

Typwriter jewelry or Scrabble jewelry

Coins

And as always, the Amazon wish list.

I have a Lane Bryant account because of their fabulous lingerie for a fuller figured woman. As with most places that have their own charge customers, I get a lot of mail advertising specials that are coming up. I generally discard them because Lane Bryant specializes in larger sizes and most of the specials are about clothing rather than lingerie. The last catalog I received from Lane Bryant is titled "Lane Bryant presents Figis Gifts in Good Taste". What is it? It's candy. That's right folks, Lane Bryant sold their charge customers' names to a mail order treat catalog to make their large customers larger.

Meanieheads.

Clutzy, I am

I walked into a wall today while attempting to point out a fashion faux pas.

It snowed.

It isn't the first snow of the season. But it is the first snow that the roads sucked and my car needed to be cleaned. And as I was clawing at the snow topped with ice last night, I thought to myself: The most romantic thing that could happen right now is for someone to clean my car off and dig out my tires.

HAPPY DECEMBER!

24 days and counting.....