Our Lord and Savior, Buzz Lightyear

OH MY, is it just me or is it getting all kinds Merry fuckin' festive in here, ya'll??

Also?  Crystallized Ginger, finally my fingers grasp your shiny skin!

That's right.  I took a picture. 5 minutes of my life.  Right here.



Now I can get on with my in-the-zone cookie bakin' self. Oh, it's not over until I master the Spicy Ginger Crinkle Cookie.

So, my son has himself a fascination with a little known trilogy called Toy Story. Lemme back it up.

two times.  Haaaaaay!!

Every year, since I've been married, the husb and I have parked our happy assess in the parking lot of a nearby Hallmark.  We search their considerate and sap-dripping aisles for the parfait ornament  -that represents our year- to hang on our pretty little Charlie Brown tree.  We have a bride and groom for the year we got married, along with a silver "E" representing my new last name.  We have a lovely set represeting a wine bottle, cheese and a wine glass that displays our love of...well, wine and cheese.  (I have a cat named, Gouda, fer golly-gee sake).  And, of course, we now have several ornaments that relate to our first years as parents.

This shit ain't cheap.  But the memories are priceless....(snort/cough/chug)

And the joy of unwrapping our ornaments and decorating the tree each year and rediscovering/remembering the past years over a bottle of Frangelica is, again, priceless.

So, anysap, this year, as usual, we each bought an ornament representing our year. 

Apparently, you need to do this in, like, October, because Hallmark was seriously lacking. 

You see, Milo has a severe interest in Toy Story.

Guess who was sold out of Woody AND Buzz?

So, we ended up buying him a mini John Deere tractor -representing how much fun he would have riding in the back of Grandma's John Deere.  This here current hometown of ours -in all liklihood- won't be our dwelling place forever so the husb and I figured this also represented the culture with which we live and raising our first born.

Ahem, yes.

And all this is just as well, because I think one look at a Christmas ornament that represents his savior, Buzz Lightyear, he would not take kindly to just leaving it "hang" on a tree...

low-tide at dusk

This was one of those (many!) beach outings where I wished I owned a high-end camera with a high-end lens to capture these high-end/low tide...times.  But thank goodness for camera phones...



tiny moon: 252,000 miles away

 

And the tide rises, the tide falls



my toes, your toes

perspective, sometimes: thank you moon.

what's below the surface

 

and we are beach-happy -even in October




ebb of the ebb and flow



fishing/swimming/gathering...

 

Play on...



excitatory postsynaptic potential

So Excitemas is coming and I'm all heaven in the pants feverish because my husband can't keep his mouth shut on what he got me. 

Which means that what he got me is no longer my Christmas present.  Because Excitemas presents are supposed to be a surprise! We wrap them up to keep them a surprise!  It's like I always say, "wrap the shit up and put it under the tree."

(wait a minute. that sounds....weird, if you know what I mean)

yup. like I always say.

So I'm all sweating like a whore in church because me and my excitator are going to see Kathy Griffin!! Front Row Bitches!!

Where my gays at ya'll??!!  I'm so going to work the room before the show, interviewing potential gay boyfriends.  I'VE BEEN GAY BOYFRIEND SINGLE FOR TOO LONG!!

So, merci beaucoup, husband for hearing about the show on the radio and then rushing home and buying tickets and then a mere hour or 2 later hinting around how you really want to tell me what you just bought...AND  since this isn't my Excitemas present, you must have something REALLY SPECIAL in store for yo baby mama.... (please consider this a warning my thank-you note) AND NO, a new set of, say, white square dishes with matching bowls and cups IS NOT really Special!!  Though it would be nice to have...

Let this be a lesson to all my fellow femme fatales on what sort of Excitemas THEY can have if they just go bi, let their  gay boyfriend and/or husband watch, and once in a while go reverse cow-girl.

so magical...

(KIDDING, MOM)

Excitemas is coming!

Letter to Grandma

Dear Grandma,

I have been a super good boy this year.  I feel I have pretty much set the Gold Standard for anything Awesome.  So I hear Christmas is coming up and now that I'm a bit more "with it" this year, I'd like to go ahead and give you some direct input on my preferences...Here's a little something I came across today while shopping with the 'rents:

Look at me!  I'll demonstrate what a good driver I am!

Well, since I inherited my inpatience from my mother...I was willing to settle for this:

It's perfect for when I'm watching the Big Game!

I hope you're having a great day!  I think you are awesome, and you can come visit me ANYTIME!

Love,
your favorite and only bestest grandson...Milo!

Don't get any ideas...

Milo and I are blessed to have so many friends to play with.  But everytime we visit their homes, Milo gets all these grandiose ideas on items he thinks he should have.  Such as...

a toddler wicker chair...

a wine fridge...

a rocking horse...

a toddler chair and table set...

Cake!

a toy ride thingy

pull out cabinet drawars, tile flooring...

an unending supply of Puffs...

A big 'ol TV...

and finally a big, comfy couch for all his friends!

* disclaimer:  this is in no way my Christmas wish list.  No matter what this may look like!  I'm just sayin'!!

Are you there God...?

It's me, Milo Wondering if you could throw some new toys my way...and maybe a new carseat. The one I have is getting kinda dirty...real quick...and, one more thing: I'm on 100% cows milk now! Nice job with the moo-moos. Didn't know how much I was missing after a year of soy and breast milk...! Except, today, I've had 4 major blow outs. That's what my mom calls them...not sure what that means, but I'm working on it...

ps: In case you haven't noticed...I'm WALKING now...yeah, I'm officially a toddling toddler...Go ME!