1) Hearken back to your archives.
2) Collect the first sentence you wrote every month for the whole year.
3) Entertain us.

Looks like I’m going to have to go back to my old blog for most of this one:

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One of my MIL’s friends has graciously decided to give us a crib and yesterday it was delivered sans hardware.

Not a big deal as I could easily call up the company and purchase a new set.

But when I looked up and called the customer service number for Forever Mine Furniture what I got was, well…

See for yourself? 1-800-356-CRIB (2742)

Eventually this place will be getting a domain name of its very own, but I have to be honest; nothing creative is coming to mind.

I should hold a contest with the winner getting to pick my new name, but I doubt I have that many readers yet.

Still, if anyone out there (echo-echo-echo) has any ideas I’d be glad to hear them.

I posted this as a comment on my mother’s blog, but I thought it deserved a spot here as well.

That killed me when I heard the news about Bhutto’s assassination yesterday. I’m still upset about it. I haven’t been following the politics in Pakistan, but whenever I caught a story about her on the news I did a silent little cheer for her for being so brave. A female leader in such a male dominant society is a strong strong woman. Her death is a tragedy for women everywhere.

It’s this sort of thing that gets my femmy little heart all a pounding and was one of the many driving forces behind my decision to join the USMC. I may be a petite little SAHM with a bum hip, but gosh darn it! why should I let that stop me? Why should any woman? If duly motivated we can push ourselves to achieve almost anything. Hell, we can pee standing up with the proper equipment.

Like I posted on Old Grey’s blog, I would do a little mental cheer every time a story about Pakistan’s prime minister came on to the news. That chick had bigger cojones than most men–certainly she had more guts than the coward who took her life and then blew himself up in the name of his god.

We’d be lucky to have a female leader with her drive here in the US.

Well, as long as her name isn’t Hillary.  *cough*

Everything’s all right now. I’ve stopped eating my baking chocolate.

Okay, admittedly I stopped eating chocolate chips when I finished off the bag, but at least I’ve stopped.

I went shopping today with the intent of picking up no more than a package of diapers for Shake’n'Bake but the f’ers put the goddamn CANDY aisle right next to the baby aisle. Plague on you, marketing psychology!! *shakes fist* My hate for you burns brighter than a thousand brightly burning thingies.

I wasn’t content with just one candy bar (85% dark chocolate!) either. Ooooh, no. My lack of will power knows no bounds. I had to get a bag of Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Raspberry Squares, and a Perugina chocolate and raspberry candy bar too (no link, but that’s all right as I think I prefer their Baci chocolates).

Originally I was going to post about how proud I was of myself for fitting into my size fives again, but after all that sugar…

M’eh. It was worth it. And at least I didn’t eat it all in one go.

We’re out of candy and I’m eating the baking chocolate.

*headdesk*

Santa is coming!

SANTA IS COMING!!!

*wiggles*

I spent this evening making a bevy of little green cupcakes* to bring over to the Spinster Sisters  place (these would be my 3 sisters-in-law and the nickname is one of their choosing) on the 25th. I’ve yet to make the spinach dip off the back of the Knorr Veggie Soup mix packet, but I know that if I do that too soon then Mr. Husband will only eat it all up before I can stop him.

Anyhoo, while the cupcakes were cooling I made myself a Yuletide Cocktail and browsed the nets for things for keep me entertained.

Maybe I’m sick–I still can’t stop myself from laughing maniacally at dead baby jokes–but picking off elves one by one at the North Pole was some good addictive fun.

Here’s a link. Blow their evil little heads off. You’ve only got a couple more days.

*Isn’t that what the US Air Force is officially calling themselves these days? OUCH! OKAY, I KID! [dodges a flying armchair]

I’ve had a few queries as to the (ever changing) wonky color of my hair and all I can say in explanation is this:

You’re only young once. Color is fun. And. I’d rather my daughter came home with unnaturally colored hair, piercings and tattoos than a mini-skirt and an A+ on her pregnancy test.

This blog isn’t very old so I don’t expect many hits.

So who do I know in L.A.?

Not Fresno. I know who you are.

(Update!) I did some digging and I think the hits I’m getting every now and then from L.A. are really from a spam-bot. I hope. If I’m wrong I hope the person from L.A. would be nice enough to leave me a comment. ^_^

On that note, how sad is it that I prefer a spam-bot over a stalker using a proxy?