Thursday, December 13, 2012

Random Non-Running Updates

*I have a huge project to finish for Christmas-- namely, the photo book I put together every year for my grandparents and Matt's Grandmother-- but I'm procrastinating. Besides the book, I am 90% done with Christmas shopping just a couple things left for family and stocking stuffers. BAM. I was all over it this year. Even sent out Christmas cards after taking last year (last two years?) off! Look at me go! 

*This year I had the bright idea of surprising my in-laws with a session with a photographer for a big family picture. Matt's parents, his uncle, his Grandmother, his sister's family and us. It's going to be pretty special, I think, and not sure when or if we'll ever be able to do this again. Heck, I couldn't even tell you the last time we were all in the same place at the same time. Doesn't seem like it should be that hard, but it is! We all get so busy. So, yes, there will be a formal family photo. When talking to my mother-in-law we brainstormed the idea to go with a more casual photo and keep the clothes we wear in the blue/brown/beige/khaki family. I love blues and browns and thought this would be great. One problem is I own zero tops in those colors. I can wear my dark jeans, but I need a top. I spun through two stores today and they had nothing! All of the blues in the stores right now are royal or electric blues. NOT what I was imagining. And it was impossible to find dresses for the girls. I found ONE dress and I have to say, I don't even really like it that much. I ended up paying extra for a few sweaters from Macy's to be shipped lickety-split. Lord knows I am not going within a 10 mile radius of a mall right now. Maybe it's not too late to beg to change the color scheme to my personal favorite color, gray?

*It's not out of the realm of possibility that my pants will no longer fit me once this holiday is season is over. It will be really embarrassing to be wearing my pajama bottoms everywhere. I am blaming the Chex Mix. When Iris saw the empty ziploc bag next to me and my hands coated in salty grease, she asked "did you eat ALL of that?!" Yep, I sure did. *burp*

*The office I work for had their holiday party last weekend. The owners planned a karaoke party and I would be lying if I didn't say I was kinda terrified about it. They honestly asked me in my interview if I did karaoke, and I answered that I had never done it, but I could try! Well, let me just cut out the suspense and  tell you, I loved it, I really did! Here in Seattle there is a karaoke place where you rent a little room (seriously little) and can have up to maybe 15 people in it (we were tight with ten) and then you pick your own songs and sing your little hearts' out. I started by singing along, without a microphone, to the songs I knew. Then my boss jammed a microphone in my hand and I sang along to whatever it was, I think "We Built This City", and was like, hey, this is fun! Then it was my turn to actually put my own song on the playlist. I picked Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me", because, well, I'm a 12 year old girl. I asked another gal to sing it with me, and she mostly did. I couldn't really hear myself so I hoped it sounded okay! Rounded out the rest of the night by being a white-girl rapper (yes, I am aware that is a major karaoke faux pas, but A. I didn't request the songs, I just sang, err, rapped, them, and B. it was SO. MUCH. FUN.) I killed "Bust a Move" (in a good way, at least I think so) and I slaughtered (in less of a good way) "Gold Digger". I did think it was funny that "Gold Digger" has the "f word" in it, but they put symbols in for the letters, like this F***. Good thing I knew what those symbols meant, eh?

*Speaking of F***, I got my first ever email complaining, somewhat passive-aggressively I might add, about Eloise dropping the F-bomb (once!) during her sister's playdate. The playdate's mother was not so amused. She requested future playdates be held without sister in attendance. BWAHAHAHA. One thing I really love is being told how to run my family, so that suggestion went over really well. Of course I had to inform playdate's mother that Iris is WAY better at swearing than her sister is, so maybe she wants to rethink what child of mine her kid plays with?

*And speaking of Taylor Swift I stalked the pre-sale tickets and paid an insane amount of money for three tickets for the girls and me. WHY WHY WHY are these tickets so expensive? They aren't even that close, but there are in the bottom half of the arena. To be honest the upper seats weren't that much cheaper and I figured if we're going to do it, we're at least going to want to see Ms. Swift without binoculars. 

Okay, okay, back to working on the photo book. I swear every year they just look more and more half-assed because I seriously lose my steam for the project! Is there someone out there I could pay to do this? It would probably cost me an insane amount of money considering how many hours it takes me.




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