Be Thankful, Even for the Mess

Thanksgiving came and went. Pup and I watched movies yesterday nearly non-stop. Some of the mess from the previous days activities still hanging around in The Big Room. It really looked so lovely at the beginning of the day Thursday.

But I didn't take any photos.

"Momma! You haven't taken any photos today." My Bella said at the end of the day.

I was in the kitchen mostly. In the kitchen doing a bit of damage control. My friend AB was helping me thank god and thank you AB. The aftermath of a big meal is sometimes horrendous! I walk in there and think, "F- it. I'm moving." Mostly because I just don't know where to start.

But you do. Start that is. And it gets cleaned up. I'm kinda getting why my own momma was tiring of having holidays after a while. So much work. And it feels, just a little bit, like no one cares.

It made me cranky. Not thankful. Kinda bitchy. "Vicious!" Pup always says. He loves a vicious-woman he says. I know he doesn't really think I'm vicious. But I am cranky.

So, pour me a drink and I'll clean the damn kitchen. Bah!

:)

This little dude was there making everything worth it.

Yes, he really is that beautiful.

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Pup and I are starting to poke around for something on a lake or river. Just a little chunk of something. For later. For now. No, despite my exclamation up there ^ we are not moving. I just like to kvetch.

Because I have to embrace all that I am. And right now I'm whining.

I'm also tired of the kinda Facebook life everyone is leading. You know what I mean; either everyone is perfect and happy and never needing to clean their house or a shower or they're politicking, passive-agressiving (which I am the queen of), leaving cryptic "words of wisdom" all over the f-ing place, or simply saying stupid stuff. Oh, I do it too! Don't let me get away with pretending I don't! That place is kinda a swamp. The smart ones lurk and sit down.

I'm not really this vicious in real life. I just like to play one on the internet.

indulging my vintage in my office

I do think I worry too much about what is right and what is thought. Yesterday I was poking around at one of my favorite poke-around shops and I was feeling pressured by a few people behind me that were wanting to be standing where I was standing. Sometimes, most times, I might move to let them in. Yesterday I widened my stance, shot one of them a small smile, and finished my browsing in the section I was in.

I felt amazing. Not aggressive. Not bitchy. I just felt empowered for a minute. There are ways to be effective without being bitchy Deborah.

Whooooo ya!

It's day three of the long weekend. What are you doing today?

Hell the Hello!

Yesterday was Pup's birthday.

We celebrated with Lorenzo and RM at one of Pup's favorite places. Can we all guess what kind of meat was involved? Oh yes, steak!

The most fun for me is just hanging out with my kids. I'm really turning into such a water-logged kind of woman. Disgusting!  :)

Love is a weird thing.

It hits me at times when I'm not expecting it. And it would be hard to explain to young 20-somethings. They just don't know. That's okay, I once didn't know. I thought I did, but I didn't.

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Here's what I'm thinking about lately. Lara Antipova. I always wanted to look like Lara Antipova. Her long skirts, cozy sweaters, fur, fantastic face, and tragic loving.

I hear snow is coming. I'll have to (finally) put away my flats and pull on those boots. I think I'm the only one in Minnesota who hasn't worn boots yet this year. I just couldn't do it.

But it will be fun once it does start!

Get out there and squeeze the water from those damn logs my peeps.

Love, Love, Love

I know everyone thinks their grandchildren are the cutest.

I know everyone thinks their grandchildren are the smartest.

I know everyone thinks these things.

The difference with me is that it is true.

:)

What? you say?  I'm pretentious you say? Well, yes I am, but no big surprise there hmm?

All I have to say to any of this is look at this face and tell me I'm wrong.

Boy Baby-Doll
8 lbs 10 oz
21 3/4 inches

BTW - aren't those the cutest little man-boobs you've ever seen? I kiss his head a thousand times.

His momma is a Warrior Princess and his daddy is a dad extraordinaire.

You Belong to Me

We are on high alert right now waiting for our Baby-Doll, grandchild. It could be any minute.

ANY MINUTE

The thought that I could be singing like this with our new little Tater Tot soon is overwhelming. Yeah I know I don't play the ukulele, but is that important? Hmm?  ;)

Meanwhile, enjoy this. It's just about the cutest thing I've seen in weeks.