'Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree' Yeah, yeah. I decorated my tree. I took a picture too. CRAPPY. Just so ya'll know. My camera seems to be taking crap pics. Hmm. It may just be fingerprints on the lens cover thingy. I'll check that out again. In the meantime.... Ya'll will just have to settle for this:


My hair is now VERY short. It's also a bit red. This picture doesn't really do it justice, but I did say my camera is pissy. That and when you take pics of yourself, well it just doesn't do so well. My hairstylist talked me out of the color I thought would work for what I wanted, and talked me into a color called FLAME. Yeah, it's really called flame. So cool. Anyway, with that color it worked to what I wanted anyway. Can I just say... I am in love with my hairdresser/stylist! Yeah, he's a man, and no I don't wanna do that. Perverts!

As you can see, my kids aren't home. My mind works a little bit different. Chiefs game tomorrow. Front row seats. Behind one of the goalposts. I know, you are jealous. I will be priviledged to watch them 'warm up' (read as ogle their asses as they bend over) before the game starts. Yes, that is the number 1 best part of any football game. No exceptions. EVER!

    
As you can see, I took new pics of my mickey tattoo. Trust me that it looks better than that. I had to do some contortionist-like things. I'm gonna have to get somebody to photograph it for me. After I figure out why my camera is taking crap pics. Anywho...

Weather at the game is predicting to be lower than freezing. My kind of weather! I will be wearing a long sleeved t-shirt under a sweater under a sweatshirt, also a pair of longjohns under a pair of jeans and maybe sweats too. I don't believe I'll need them. I'm pondering only 2 pair of socks though. That and my steel-toed boots. Yes, I really do have steel-toed boots. Trust me, those are the only kind of boots to wear. Who wants to smash their toes? I have small, one-size-fits-all gloves and a pair to go over them. Also got a headband type thingy that will cover my ears and block some of the deafening, ear-ache causing, roar of the crowd and a scarf, should I need it. Guess what hubby will be wearing. I bet you can't. I'll tell you. OVERHAULS! Yep, I said overhauls. Actually they are over-alls, I just call 'em that. He's putting a pair of too-big chiefs pants over them (got them on clearance last year just one size too big, and I KNOW they ain't gonna fit over the overhauls) and his newest chiefs sweatshirt I got for him for xmas this year (which also won't fit over his overhauls). LMFAO! I know how to layer and tried my damndest to teach, but he's gonna learn the hard way tomorrow! Just you wait, he'll never hear the end of it. (Of course, it's more likely I'll pack a bag with my extra clothes and stick some for him in it.) I'm always right.
Did I tell you? He came home telling me how he was gonna fix the big holes in the drywall the boys made in their room. Yeah, it was funny. Pissed me off a little too. Why? Because I TOLD him exactly the same damn thing for the last 6 months atleast once a month. Every time he talked about fixin' the wall, I told him how it was done. Women know nothing about construction. Yeah, hey stupid man, did you forget? I was one of the forced labor ppl on my father's construction jobs. Oh yeah, you didn't forget that. You think you'll let me teach you how to swing that damn hammer like a man, not like a girl? No? How bout letting me teach you how to hit a 4" nail twice and it's buried in the fucking board? Tap sets it, SLAM drives it in. Two hits, all it takes. Use your whole arm, not just your damn wrist. I swear it, it's so damn funny to watch. He swings that damn hammer like a girl. He was gonna buy a hammer today with one of those fancy dancy contoured grip things. Yeah, I says...NO. NO! Took a while for that one to register. He doesn't hold the hammer at the bottom where the grip is. Nope, that would be swinging that fucker like a man. He holds it in the MIDDLE. Poor guy is gonna kill his elbow doing that shit. Then I'll be making fun of him....AGAIN! And by swinging it like a man, I don't mean like a man per se (cuz you know I'm better at it and so is every damn one of my sisters) I mean grip it by the bottom for maximum swing and use your whole arm. Oh yeah, and MEAN it when you swing it. I'm such a bad girl. *evil laugh* We compromised with a wood handled hammer that was too heavy. Tried to tell him. Gonna wear hisself out with that puppy. Heavier does NOT mean 'all the better to hit harder with'. No it means it takes more to lift the damn thing. Aw hell, I have so much more expirience with it and he just don't listen. He's not a caveman type about that kind of thing either, which is why I don't understand why he won't listen to me 'bout these things. Funnier, stopped by his brother's for his overhauls, and his brother agreed...with ME! Well, 'bout the hammer anyway. Live and learn baby, live and learn. (Wish he really would learn. You'd think the same mistake made over and over, over the years would tell ya something. I swear! *shakes head* MEN!)

Ya'll have a nice weekend now. |