We want snow! Where’s our Snow?!
That is what the kids and I are walking around the house chanting. Todd is shaking his head, nay-saying, and generally being a doubting Thomas.
That is all.
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We want snow! Where’s our Snow?!
That is what the kids and I are walking around the house chanting. Todd is shaking his head, nay-saying, and generally being a doubting Thomas.
That is all.
I love my husband. He just gets me. Look what he found for two bucks!

Best Husband EVAH!
There is no sweeter sound than the sound of one’s child and husband singing “Jingle Bells” together. I keep on thinking we should cancel the whole Christmas season, what with all the extra work it creates, but I don’t really mean it. Christmas has not been this magical for me since the horror of finding out about Santa.
That is a lie. There was no one moment when the Santa jig was up – it was more insidious, a creeping doubt that became stronger and stronger, until i just didn’t believe anymore.
But now I remember how vivid everything was, how fascinating each decoration and ornament. Everything about December as a child was a winter wonderland. Mom and Dad, thanks for making me believe in magic. I hope i am working the same magic for Tiller and Rollie. I know they are giving me back a little Christmas spirit, and a whole hunk’o joy.
In case you miss us a little, in your Fat Tire stupor. . . things have been a little like this:
But mostly like this:
We miss you, too.
Since my Ipod died, I have been using Todd’s dinosaur (about four pounds!) Ipod on my runs. I haven’t quite gotten around to convincing him that I should control what music he puts on his own Ipod (yet), so I have been using his Running mix. Lots of the same stuff I have, plus some I haven’t used that worked out well. The only thing we definitely don’t agree on? I just can’t run to The Shins or Vampire Weekend. I don’t even like Vampire Weekend, actually. And I think The Shins are boring.*
There. I said it.
*Except for “New Slang,” which is, of course, brilliant.
Todd’s Running Playlist:
So, just when I think that my very own packrattage cannot get any worse, and that Todd will probably throw me out on my derriere, God sends me this little gem. . . .
When we were selling our house in East Atanta, we put a ton of stuff in storage, just to clean it up and “stage” it so as to sell faster. (Yeah, right!) Anyway, Todd cleaned out the storage yesterday and brought it all home. We went through it, deciding what to keep and what to give away. That’s when we found Todd’s collection. Now, we have been carting Todd’s collection around with us since we moved from the first house in EAV to the second house in EAV, and now on to the latest abode. He started this collection years ago, before we met. It is very dear to his heart, but he never shared it with me until i found it when we were cleaning out the master bedroom on Newton to paint it. Remember, Todd is colorblind and then imagine what a colorblind bachelor might do to his own bedroom, and how a girlfriend or wife might have to correct that upon entering a living arrangement with him. I digress. . .
I found it on an upper shelf of the closet, like a buried treasure, much sought after, a Holy Grail of glass(es). I give to you the Burger King Smurf glasses collection.
Yes, he has kept these since childhood. Because they are so valuable. Here is a picture of the proud collector with a fine item from the treasure trove.
Lazy Smurf. We also have Gargamel, Smurfette, and a host of others. Unfortunately, we do not own all 13.
Video of Rollie showing off his new Braves hat and shirt, and talking about his birthday gift – a trip to the Ted!
I kind of thought that my brother-in-law was a really smart guy. He writes books about development languages and I think he is getting his PHd on the side, but i am not really sure, because he is modest and quiet and doesn’t really talk about it. We would not have known he published the book if my sister-in-law didn’t send us the Amazon link. Well, turns out that smart, shy, silent type brother-in-law also has a bit of a mean streak; He’s not just a genius, he is an evil genius.
He’s a Dogwood reader, and I guess he has seen the slew of nostalgic posts of late, and he decided to get in on the game. I give you to you, courtesy of my wonderful, brother-in-law:

I’m not really sure who these other people are, but sometimes there is a little collateral damage in the quest to humiliate family and friends. Life in the food web.
With goats. Todd makes fun of me, because I just love goats. I mean, first of all, they taste good. Second of all, they keep down weeds. I have loved them since I was a little girl, with their wispy, eccentric-looking beards. Those spindly legs. That funny, angry noise they make. They come in all colors.
I always tell Todd I want goats when we finally buy our big property (or what my friends James and Dana refer to as “the compound.” Yes, we were saddened when the Putnam County, Georgia Nuwaubian property was demolished and sold off to developers; We had our eyes on its faux-Egyptian majesty for a while.)
I think, though, that Todd secretly finds my goat amour cute. This belief was cemented when he sent me the following link. I mean, how could a man who wanted to dissuade me from goat ownership ever expect to achieve his goal by sending me this cuteness?
Get out the smelling salts. Fainting goats. I am so going to have fainting goats on my estate and then I’ll get rip-roaring drunk on tequila, and I will do goat fainting party tricks. It will be a dream come true. You are all invited.