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It is not unheard of for things to go missing around the Fullerton household. I mostly blame Roxy (who is usually the culprit), but often it’s my extreme forgetfulness that is responsible. My most recent loss is my brown tuque. The last time I remember wearing it was on a lunch date with the Lasagna sisters, Mark the Contributor and Forgetful Dan…but that doesn’t mean I haven’t worn it since. It just means that I can’t remember wearing it since. Anyway, if you’ve seen a tuque like this (see below) lying around your house or car or anywhere…let me know. It’s getting cold out there and my ears would love their shelter back. .jpg)
In other news, I did find a pair of leather gloves in the back seat of the car…Anyone missing those?? Wanna trade for my hat?
November 22, 2006 - 10:50 am
Ooh – are they really thin black leather gloves?? Very old, no lining per say?? If they are, they are mine!!!! Maybe I left them in the car along with the crumbs, champagne & OJ and perhaps latte that I spilled everywhere?? J. Lasagna, Esq.
November 22, 2006 - 2:49 pm
I need new gloves does that count? Lsgna
November 23, 2006 - 3:31 pm
We have your ridiculous head covering garment. I hate wearing hats, so can’t understand why you would want to. Meet us tonight at midnight behind the brown chair in the living room. Bring 3 delicious, unmarked mice and a fish carcass in a cat-sized briefcase. Come alone, and tell no one. We have claws, and know where you keep your favourite shirt …
November 23, 2006 - 3:31 pm
We have your ridiculous head covering garment. I hate wearing hats, so can’t understand why you would want to. Meet us tonight at midnight behind the brown chair in the living room. Bring 3 delicious, unmarked mice and a fish carcass in a cat-sized briefcase. Come alone, and tell no one. We have claws, and know where you keep your favourite shirt …
November 24, 2006 - 8:44 am
You have some fairly sneaky cats. I would suggest looking into the six-toed variety. They are lovers, not fighters. And they never steal anything for ransom. Except your heart. LOST: TWO (BELOVED) BLOGGERS a.k.a. SHANNEN & DAN (and occasionally Mark). Hello…entertain me with an update please…)       I worked at Toys R Us for five years while in school, and I have to tell you, nothing kills your Christmas spirit like carols that begin in November, screaming children and panicked parents who’ve left looking for the ‘it’ toy to the last minute. For employees of the retail industry, there is nothing calming about the holiday season. Their shifts get longer and busier, customers get angrier and more rude, and they get a maximum of a day and a half off to recover from the madness before the chaos of ‘gift return’ season begins on the 26th. All in all, it ain’t fun. I’m happy that I’m no longer on the paid side of the cash register.
And then this year came along. Always one to have completed shopping before December (mostly to avoid shopping in December), and I’ve hardly bought anything at all yet. I think a lot of it stems from the other things going on in my life this year that I haven’t had to think about in the past. The baby and and all things baby-related and of course, finishing up at work (24 days!!) have taken over my brain. So when Dan asked me when I’d like to decorate this year, and my answer consisted of a shrug and an “I don’t know”, we knew there was a problem. Other than knowing Christmas falls on December 25th, I haven’t paid attention to much else. That is until my trip to Hallmark. I can’t explain it. But seeing all the cards, decorations, singing snowmen, santas of all sizes and the red and green everything that has enveloped the store reminded me of what I’d been missing for months: the Christmas spirit. I purchased a few things for the holiday, but mostly I started to feel some real excitement about the upcoming visit from the man in red. If Dan thought he had escaped the early decorating that he experienced in seasons past, he may be a bit shocked to find out that I’m already scheming to have the house all lit up by next weekend. Looks like he’ll be spending some time outside on the ladder. And I’ve got BIG plans for this year….
November 21, 2006 - 1:07 pm
That made me laugh out loud! Can you keep the lights up til Feb? That way I won’t have any problems finding your new house. 🙂
November 21, 2006 - 1:16 pm
You bet. Our neighbours will love us for it too. 🙂
November 23, 2006 - 1:16 pm
Might be tough to put up any lights at all, since we don’t have eavestroughs. Plus, what would you rather me spend my time on – christmas lights, or finishing the fence? Or installing the garage door opener? Or cleaning out the garage enough to fit a car into? Or … Sheesh – my next 14 weekends are spoken for! Top reason for loving living close to a main drag around Christmas time: The SANTA CLAUS PARADE passes right outside your door! (Traffic nightmare? Yes. Good at making you feel like you are 5 years old again? Yes. Worth it? Definitely.) Here is the view from the front porch:
Even Julius got into the excitement…
When Dan, Liz and I met up in Vegas and made our way to the check-in line at our hotel, we found it to be about 200 people deep. We settled in, knowing it would take some time and began planning our day with the giddy excitement of 6-year olds on Christmas Eve. Suddenly, I get tapped on the shoulder and a hotel employee says “Are you three together? Please come with me.” We looked at each other nervously, wondering what we could have done to have been expelled from the hotel before we had even checked in. She brought us to a small room and finally explained that ‘the wait in line would be over 35 minutes and she didn’t want me standing that long’. She guided us into the VIP section, asked us to sit, brought us water and told us that we could take care of check-in there when the first available agent was free. Dan and Liz gave each other high fives. They had the golden ticket! They claimed that by bringing me along, they’d be treated like royalty. And I have to admit, that what it felt like. And it was none too soon. After the past few weeks I spent commuting to work with people, sitting in the priority seating section of the bus I might add, who would look up at you and quickly look back down at their books so that it might be believable to those around them that they had hadn’t seen me, I have to admit that the special treatment felt nice. I am pregnant, yes, but I don’t feel that I always *need* a seat right now. My balance is fine and I’m feeling great, but not everyone is. These priority seat stealers don’t just ignore me, they ignore the older, ‘less healthy’ riders as well. I’ve actually seen the same lady, walking with a cane, make her way past the halfway point in the bus before someone would offer her a seat. Ridiculous. These people should be embarrassed by their behaviour.
So I sat down, uncomfortably, as this 60+ woman stood beside me shifting her weight back and forth from leg to leg, in obvious discomfort. It may have been guilt that made her offer her seat to me in the first place, but perhaps the lazy lumps seated all around us took notice of her generosity and decided that thay might follow her example the next time around. Something tells me that is wishful thinking.
November 16, 2006 - 11:41 am
These lazy lumps are the same people that:
November 16, 2006 - 2:55 pm
Plus, the Lazy Lumps *not to be confused with “Lady Lumps”* are: |
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Since then, Christmas has taken on new meaning for me. Dan and I have been able to host my family a couple of times, be the ones to cook the dinner (mostly Dan), and the ones to stuff the stockings before everyone wakes up in the morning. I’ve even been able to convince Dan that the decorating of the tree should be done no later than December 1st (my nanny’s rule) and that it must involve singing carols, drinking eggnog and consuming mountains of food (my rule). I truly adore Christmas and all that comes with it.
Shannen - I should get one of those made for my tuque.
When I find it…
Which I have yet to do…