Saturday, December 5, 2009

Let the Holidays Begin!

So we are doing things a bit different this year. Unfortunately, we aren't going to have all our stuff cause its all still in Montana and we are not.  So, since we will be in a mostly empty house I decided part of our homeschooling will involve making Christmas decorations (like we wouldn't do that anyways....) and that we have to start making cookies and other super yummies earlier than than the norm.

Yeah, last night it began. Delish milk chocolate and white chocolate and melty caramel covered the kitchen. Some of it made it to the real destination of pretzels and cookies and graham crackers. Most of the goo made it right into Punk #2's mouth. And just to rub it in a bit; these are my absolute faves! They have a layer of caramel followed by a layer of milk chocolate with crushed candy canes sprinkled over the top. No other pretzel has ever had it sooooo good!

And now if you will excuse me, my tummy is rumbly again.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Home is Where You Hang Your Hat

And life moves on

But Charley really likes this house

And life moves on

So I think Im gonna have to get it

And life moves on

Even though its "hick-ish"

And live moves on

Prolly will fall through before I can lay claim

And live moves on

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Things We Leave Behind

So, now that I am officially ripping my hair out by the fist full I decided to step back and smell the roses. Because lets face it- I could still be living in the frozen tundra of Montana. Not that I really mind living in Montana- it is the most beautiful place I have ever lived- but it gets cold. And I mean freeze your nose hairs cold. The kind of cold this little Southern Girl was never meant to endure. Other than that it was great! Oh, wait, except for driving in the ice. That can go too.

So this photo montage is a tribute to the good things about Montana, because 1. I need something happy to do, and 2. to remind myself that life is a journey and I need to Enjoy the Ride.

Driving around Brittany style.

Learning 'em young

Growing some long hair

Charley in an outhouse. 

Facial Hair- his not mine- I still wax the 'stach
Unfortunately I forgot to buy spanks.
Fortunately I could breath.
Even in MT a girl has priorities.

Scaring the pants off a Punk. Good times, just make sure you 
wear ear plugs!

Driving for hours to have a picnic with the in-laws.
Just because we can.
I would also like to point out that 
1. My coat is orange
2. My camp stove is orange
3. My camp box is also orange
4. Orange is my signature color.
5. I can't believe I chopped off all my hair. Doh!  

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Just When I Thought My Punks Were Normal.

Whew, life is busy busy busy right now! Like, rip out my hair, punch a punk, shove a spoon in my eye kind of week. But there are some pluses to this week:

My first attempt at a nightgown- I won't tell you it was supposed to have
long sleeves, might ruin the moment.

1. I sewed 12 pair of jammy bottoms, 1 nightgown, 1 apron, 5 stockings (yep, made one for Chubaca!), and some other stuff that is now lost in my mind.....

2. I totally rocked out Black Friday; once again all my christmas shopping complete in 1 day!!!!!

So, my first attempt at a stocking..... Didn't use a pattern, I just winged it.
Yes, Bekum, I realize the foot part is way to big for the chicken leg part. 

3. I found a house (maybe), still waiting on the whole application process. Last house I found fell through so fingers crossed Internet!!!!

4. Took the boyish Punks to play LASER TAG!!!! Twice. And they only beat me once- but that's cause they cheated.

5. Went with a whole lotta the Fam to "Lights of the South," which is just south of Augusta, GA. Had a blast!

Note to self: next time I ask someone to take a group pic, make sure they don't 
cut off Dads head. Yep, he is in the red coat. Mr. Mafia himself, the True Father.

Unfortunately for me Internet, I was under the impression that my Punks were somewhat normal. I mean, just look at Punk #1 sitting next to me (Im in the orange coat. Duh, orange is like my signature color!) and look at Punk #2 sitting there in her pretty blue coat. Normal, happy, well adjusted kids who aren't scared to move 10 days before Christmas even if that means Momma B-Dub has to sew her fingers to the bone making new stockings for the family cause our stuff wont arrive at the new house until sometime in JANUARY if we are lucky. Nope, these kids don't have a care in the world. B-Dub might need a xanex, but thats a whole other story......

Something went wrong along the way. I have no explanation for it. Something bad happened to Punk #2. Something scary. And it happened more than once. Are you ready? Look at what happens when you try and get a close up of Punk #2:

I mean, really? I don't even know what to say to that. I'm speechless. Where did that mouth come from. And I promise you I did not PhotoShop these pics. She really and truly made that face, and it wasn't a freak accident either.

See. Here she is just waiting for the Train ride to start. Totally normal Punk. 
Well, she was really really tired, hence the eye rubbing.
And the next thing you know..... WHAM! 

It happened again! She was possessed by the crazy clown mouth ghost.
Or the Rocky Horror Picture Show Mouth Monster
Or, she turned into one of those cartoon characters from way back in the day
that I can't talk about cause it isn't PC and I don't wanna offend.

Just when I thought my Punks were normal. Ha.

Also, it just occurred to me that you might not be familiar with my Punks normal, everyday, not possessed smile- so I'm providing this next pic for reference. I promise, she isn't always a crack head.