A Little Break

I typically don’t announce a blogging break simply because the ones I generally take are not planned. However, this time it is planned and I just thought I would let you know so you could schedule your reading accordingly. {Oh, I kid.}

I do have a couple of giveaways I’ll be announcing so watch your readers for those but in the meantime, I intend on not pressuring myself to add blog-writing to a very long list of to-do’s. What I do intend on doing is savoring these last few days of 2008 with my family and praying about some things I would like to take place around here for the next year.

I’ll pop in periodically over the next week or so, but for now, I wish you a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

p.s. Am I the only blog on the planet who doesn’t have a Boomama Christmas Home Tour posted today? Seriously. 600+!! You go, Sophie!

December 15, 2008 | Filed Under Blog Stuff | 27 Comments 

What Bad Little Girls are Getting for Christmas

I don’t even know where to begin with this one.

When we were shopping today I saw this doll in the Pink Row at Walmart. {That would be what The Girl calls the Barbie aisle.}

Seriously. What the heck?

One thing you may or may not know about me is my issue with birds. I’m not afraid of them per se. I’m just not a fan of all the poop. You see, I was on a field trip once with a bunch of 2nd graders and a flock of birds flew over and pooped on my shirt. You’ve never been mocked until a bird poops on you in the presence of that many creepy little boys.

That experience left a deep emotional scar that has yet to heal.

So this Barbie brings back that terrible memory and also brings to forefront the fact that – in order for this Barbie to be authentic – she would have to also be covered in bird poopie.

I’m all over details, people.

What completely cracked me up besides the subtle look of distress on her face is the description given on the website:

“Celebrating Alfred Hitchcock’s classic film, this incredible collector’s doll features our heroine being attacked by a trio of fine feathered foes, just like in the movie. Will these plastic birds damage her delightful handbag or her carefully styled hair? We certainly hope not! Be sure to let Barbie into your home and pray that the birds don’t come in with her!”

I know when my eyes are being pecked out and I’m being pooped on by demon birds my first concern is my delightful handbag and carefully styled hair.

Though if I survived the ordeal, I would be secondarily upset about either of those things being damaged.

And speaking of poop, I’m curious if the same Barbie designer also created Barbie and Tanner the Dog? Do y’all realize the doggy snacks are also doggie poo and that Barbie scoops them it up only to return it to Tanner’s bowl for him to eat again?

Yeah.

I know y’all appreciate my sharing that with you right as you are finishing up those Lists O’ Christmas Cheer.

You are so incredibly welcome.

It is so late and I’m delirious. If this post disappears you’ll know it’s because I woke up tomorrow with more sense than I have at the moment.

Or if I disappear, it was The Birds.

December 13, 2008 | Filed Under Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Holidays | 31 Comments 

Pinned

So I went to Walmart yesterday – my alltime favorite place to be during the holidays. *cough snort hack* Thankfully the trip was pretty uneventful until I got to the parking lot.

As I was loading my packages in the car I felt growing pressure from my cart against my leg. I turned to look and LO, A CAR WAS BACKING IN TO ME.

I hurried and jumped out of the way as another man came to my rescue to yell at the driver of the vehicle. The poor guy never did stop backing into me until he had the cart thoroughly crushed between his bumper and mine. Finally his little straight-shift stalled and his car died.

He never did figure out what he’d done.

The car cranked again and the fellow pulled into a parking space. Both the knight-in-shining-armor man and I stood there in disbelief that the driver never even knew what’d just happened. Then it dawned on me…he may be elderly.

I ran over to his car to make sure he was okay. A darlin’ older gentleman climbed out of the car and said, “Well hi there, little lady!” Never had a clue he’d almost chopped my legs off.

I said, “Are you okay? I don’t think your car is hurt and neither is mine but I was afraid you may be shaken up.”

He: “I know! I just felt some car run in to me! Did you see it?”

Yeah, dude. I saw it. I felt it.

I’M STILL SHRIEKING ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE OF IT.

I said, “As long as you’re okay that’s all that matters.” And I did mean that from the bottom of my heart.

He thanked me for checking on him and walked away.

I haven’t been able to quit thinking about that sweet man. Can’t imagine how painful it is when it’s time to hang up the keys. I wonder if he has anyone to help him get his groceries if he does. I wonder if he has a wife at home to take care of him. I wonder if he has a Savior.

And I wish I had tried harder to pin him in that parking lot long enough to find out.

December 12, 2008 | Filed Under missed opportunity | 28 Comments 

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