Happy Thanksgiving from your favorite scarf wearing man

Deal with it

I love Thanksgiving. I probably love eating stuffing and candied yams more than most. I am thankful for millions of things. I like Pilgrims and I love Indians. Listening to Christmas music and buying my Christmas tree the week of Thanksgiving does not change any of these things. In no way am I "skipping" Thanksgiving by preparing for Christmas early. I decorate and make my house smell good to bring the Christmas spirit into my home. Cause really, you should be feeling the Christmas love all year round anyway. I can't think of a better way to bring the spirit in than by hearing the Karen Carpenter sing about a man in Tennessee.

If you feel the urge to say something against an early Christmas. Just don't.

Dead

UPDATE: TURNS OUT IT JUST NEEDED TO BE CHARGED.

I colored my hair to match my mood. Dark. I am in ipod mourning. It died after three magical years together. ipod has accumulated music from various computers over the years and I don't know how to recover this music. Especially since it won't turn on.

Deep depression.

I don't want a new, cool itouch or one that can take pictures. I just want my simple musical companion back. CD's suck so I won't even consider that as an option.

Funeral services will be held today starting now until, well, until I get a new one I guess.

Carrie

This song gives me goosebumps and makes me bawl every time.

It was two weeks after the day she turned 18

all dressed in white

going to the church that night

she had his box of letters in the passenger seat

A six pence in her shoe

something borrowed, something blue

And when the church opened up wide

she put her veil down trying to hide the tears

oh she just couldn't believe it

She heard the trumpets from the military band

And the flowers fell out of her hand

Baby why'd you leave me

Why'd you have to go

I was counting on forever

Now I'll never know

I can't even breathe

It's like I'm looking from a distance

Standing in the background

Everybody's saying he's not coming home now

This can't be happening to me

This is just a dream

The preacher man said, "Let's bow our heads and pray"

"Lord please lift his soul and heal this heart"

Then the congregation all stood up and sang

The saddest song that she'd ever heard

Then they handed her a folded up flag

And she held on to all she had left of him

oh and what could have been

Then the guns rang out one last shot

And it felt like a bullet in her heart

Baby why'd you leave me

Why'd you have to go

I was counting on forever

Now I'll never know

I can't even breathe

It's like I'm looking from a distance

Standing in the background

Everybody's saying he's not coming home now

This can't be happening to me

This is just a dream

Dilemas

Hey Milk Duds.
Why do you have to be so hard to eat? I don't like candy that taste so good but sticks to my teeth all day. I try to like you but I just don't see us working out. It's not me. It's you.

Yo Yogurt.
I am starving and you are two weeks past expiration. You smell fine but look a little chunkier than normal. I wonder if you taste ok...hmmm, you do. If I am running to the ladies room in an hour, I'll know who to blame.

PO

Am I the only one who sees something politically incorrect with this sign?

Seems pretty exclusive to me.

Dab

Nervous sweats are now a thing of the past I declare! I don't know how many chances I have given Secret but I have had it up to here. Secret just plain sucks. Dove was good while it lasted but that's the problem. It didn't last. When I get nervous/embarrassed/center of attention/put on trial/looked at, I go red. Not just a cute blushy shade of pink. This is full on Purple, lose your features RED. Once it starts, there is no controlling it. It usually just get worse because then I start to stress about how red I am getting and how everyone is noticing and how they are starting to feel awkward because they can see how awkward I am. And it doesn't just stop at red. I sweat. Face and pits. I break out in a blotchy mess on my chest. Along with the blotchyness comes an ANNOYING fake laugh to distract people from Tomato face and I end up talking way too much. It's horrible. It's been getting worse lately. No matter what I try or how much I try to control these ridiculous outbursts, nothing works. Until this little dear...

It's still in the first few hours of our trial run together and already

I feel like a new and dry woman.

Oh don't worry. The red, high pitched laugh, word vomit, and face sweats are still EVER

present but this gives me. Hope.

High

This was on my post-op instructions paper. I don't know what a girl with a hook for hand has to do with Wisdom Teeth but I like it.
Oh this is no big deal

He sure loves me.
Number one reason to go to Dr. McBee

Happy?

The doctor gave me laughing gas before I got my IV. 10 big whiffs of this stuff and I was out.

The doctor prefaced his administering of the sleep medication by saying, "Now for Michael Jackson's drug of choice".

I apparently thought it was hilarious. I also apparently thought waking up from surgery was hilarious. Like 20 minutes of laughing hilarious. Tyler could hear me from the waiting room.

Thoughts on a subject I know zero about

I think people have a natural tendency to want to touch each other. Bear hugging your mechanic or cuddling with your fellow Macey's shoppers might be a bit awkward; but for the most part, physical touch makes you feel good.
I think when women are pregnant, it gives people an excuse to touch. Like the baby invites family members, strangers and friends to connect.
Most of the current or past pregnant women I know have mentioned or complained about people feeling justified to rub their bellies in any social setting. They feel it is an invasion of privacy. I see their point but I don't think I will mind it.
Humans like to connect and touching is a simple and effective way of doing it. I think if people want to rub my stomach, I will happily let them because to me, that means they want to connect with me. That makes me happy.

Hey Everyone. My little big sister is getting married

http://soimarriedacanuck.blogspot.com/

Message for the Single Ladies

If at age 30, he still wears a name tag to work. That's a deal breaker.


Also. Is it wrong that I started listening to Christmas music? Just because it's themed, doesn't mean it's not good all year round.

Stepford

The only picture from Halloween.

Which is sad because I look really annoying.