Pouring snow! And other stories....

Good morning!

It's Tuesday!

I work today!

That is all.

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Okay, so no, it's not really, truly all. But I felt like keeping it as short as some people's entries usually are. I am not one of them. I cannot be short... except possibly in comparison to people who are over 5'5".

Today I am particularly wishing for home. I woke up feeling it, and it has yet to go away, although I have to tell you, Carrie Underwood's new song, "Temporary Home" really did some good towards it. It has absolutely nothing to do with homesickness (actually, it talks about foster care, homelessness, and death O.o) but the chorus was what got to me:

"This is our temporary home/its not where we belong/windows and rooms/that we're passin' through/this is just a stop on the way to where we're goin'/ I'm not afraid because I know/ this is our temporary home"

And... it really is. Yes, we're here for now and we need to make the best of it, but eventually we'll be back in the desert where we belong. We've decided that our goal as far as home ownership is a little piece of land outside of a small town, with room for a couple horses, a small garden, and three rambunctious children (not including cousins and friends, lol). I'm trying hard to look at Tennessee as a way to achieve those things. It's tough cookies, I'm not gonna lie... but I am trying.

In the mean time, I will enjoy the snow!

This was actually about a week or so ago, maybe a little more.

If this were rain, I would say it was pouring!!!

 

 I apologize for the blurriness of it, but it was rather a difficult shot to take. You see, I didn't really consider my actions when I ran out for pics. I had nothing under that brown sweater... and I mean nothing! I was shaking like a chihuahua on a caffeine overdose.

And this... this might become a section. Something to rival Where the Hell is Tanner? by the lovely Mrs. B

Nah, probably not! But a cat owner can dream!

Feel free to comment on my reading habits. I was especially mortified when I noticed that the little red book next to my Palm Reading thingy was the Book of Mormon.

Happy Tuesday!

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas, just like the ones we used to plan....

 I honestly don't know why I'm here right now.

I have a QUADRILLION other things to be doing, not the least of which is packing, and there's dishes, and some wrapping, and I should be looking for that missing paycheck in the drawers...

But here I am. I am... here. And I am going to tell you about two things on this morning. My mother would call it, pardon my language, "colder than a well-digger's ass in Alaska".

Yes, it probably is, Mom, aren't you glad you work at Minit Market now?

First thing:
 I have a wonderful husband. These are the exact words of the card he gave me in my stocking (we opened on Saturday, my only day off til we leave):

My wife, my partner in love, my companion in pleasure, my soul's truest mate through this journey of life.

(That was the front)

You are my refuge when the day is long, my shelter when times are hard. You are the sharer of my dreams, my support when I am challenged, and my very best friend on this earth.

Yours is the face I want to grow old with, and yours are the arms I want wrapped around me at the end of each day for the rest of my life. 

Merry Christmas.

"I Love You. If I was better with words I would tell you this. Andrew"

Yeah. That was my Christmas card.

I love you, too, Andrew.

Mine to him was not quite as sweet this year. It was cute, but not as sweet.

Second!

WE'RE LEAVING TOMORROW FOR ARIZONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please excuse me for a moment. It seems I have peed my pants.

And I have yet to pack anything but a couple shirts and a pair of jeans. Now, this IS Arizona, and from the wonderful forecast I've seen... that's about all I'm gonna need. At least, according to most people here. I myself am going to need a couple hoodies and probably my fuzzy warm jacket, too, because I hate to break it to you people

FIFTY DEGREES IS STILL TOO COLD FOR MY LIZARDY SELF!!!!

Camp and Teresa are coming over tonight for the key to the apt. and their Christmas present that I bought last night because I'm a dweeb and thought I'd already gotten it and hadn't... Tonight is also the IMVU Christmas party that I'm hosting for my group. Everyone got presents, it should be lots of fun, as long as no noobs come in and spoil it. But I'm booting anyone that's not a packmate on sight... so we'll see.

And laundry. Today, I have to do laundry, so that everything I want to wear in AZ is clean, lol, because it's not right now... and shower, and shave, and wear that sexy little Santa outfit Andrew found in his stocking... O.O Did I say that out loud? Whoops.

AND I NEED TO PACK!!! I might actually go take a look-see about what I can stick in there right now.

OH OH OH OH.

 Pictures! I have to take pictures! Of the ride to and from work, and the area around here, and work itself, so I can show everyone there in Tucson and Hallmark, and San Manuel.

The next time you talk to me, I'll be in Tucson. Or maybe in an airport, lol, it depends.

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas, just like the ones we used to plan, where the cacti glisten and children listen to hear the coyotes on the sand....

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas, with every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright... and may none of your Christmases be white...

Things I Am Considering on a Friday Morning.

Here are a few of the things I am...well, considering, obviously. They are random, they are snippy, they are not going to make much sense!

Onward!

1) Is my husband actually going to get laundry or dishes done while I'm gone today at work? I gave him the option, to pick which he'd prefer, and yet, I have a feeling I'm going to come home at 5 and have to do both... Dear Andrew, please make me a liar. Do the dishes. Please.

2) What in the name of all that is decent and holy is going on with my hair today? I am considering a freaking bun like a schoolmarm.

3)Where did all the beef go in my beef and broccoli? I didn't finish dinner last night, my mouth got bored again, so I woke up to eat it this morning. I ate some...and now, I am beefless. It's depressing. I refuse to eat rice and broccoli in an oyster soy vinegar sherry sauce if there's no BEEF.

4) Am I the only one that remembers that old commercial? "Where's the beef?" I don't even know if it was a commercial, it's one of those things that your mom tells you about so often that it becomes your own quirky-weird memory. Please help me not feel insane. If you can't do that...do my dishes!

5)I'm considering wearing my boots to work today. They fit the requirements: closed toe, closed heel. But will they look good with these pants? More importantly, will I be able to stand for 6 hours in them and not scream hysterically at the end of the day? Even more importantly...will anyone realize that the socks I have to wear with them are actually pink striped toe socks?

6)This, I am not considering. This, I am sure of. I need that Starbucks! Or else, I need to go back to bed for an hour. Which I could do, actually, it's only 8:45... But NO, I MUST NOT CONSIDER A NAP! If I do, the day will suck.

7) I am considering putting a countdown on here to our trip to Tucson. Okay, countdown reconsidered. I'll just tell you.... 18 DAYS! Eighteen Days, eighteen days, 18d... Woohoo!!

8) I was laying in bed this morning when I thought of taking my laptop on the plane with me. I heard recently about some airplanes offering WiFi in the air, if you can believe it, and I have to wonder...If I get one of them, could I blog while flying? Reading in the car makes me sick, would typing in the plane make me sick? I can watch movies on the road...maybe I can in the air? PW blogs while in her car...Can I do it whilst in ze plane, ze plane?

9) Is the ice going to be melted off my car before I have to leave for work? Dang it, it better be. I hate ice. I hate cold. I hate Tennessee.

10)...how did we end up with the weirdest, goofiest, clumsiest bird on the planet? He's trying to sit on his head again, and making sweet little chirpy sounds while he does it....and there he goes. Off the perch. I knew it was coming, he probably did too...so now he's romancing his mirror. *sigh*

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a nap....ER O.O I mean.... I'm gonna get my Starbucks...