December 18, 2007

devious, not crafty: the sequal (plus, shots of my cleavage!)

Behold my crafting prowess! This is how the kids’ head things turned out; Charlie looked like he was going to play in some sort of theme golf scramble (theme: Drink More Beer!) and Henry looked like a cross between a chicken and an Indian Chief (we were calling him Chief Chicken Head, but he didn’t really like that).

They were excited anyway, even though their mama sucks at the crafting.

And because I promised, the cleavage dress:

Full length shot is here.

And now I’m off to pick HeatherB up at the airport! Woo hoo!

November 28, 2007

“Most sales are after Christmas / But Clark’s is just before”

The year Wade and I were engaged, I came home with him for Christmas. It was odd to be with someone else’s family for the holidays, particularly since Wade has a large extended family and there were about four million people at my in-law’s house on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

I exaggerate. I think there were only about 80. Seriously.

Plus, I had the flu, and was hepped up on codeine-laced cough syrup for the whole week. THAT was a GOOD Christmas.

The best part, though, was Wade and his sister and brother spontaneously bursting out with the B. C. Clark Christmas jingle. B. C. Clark is a jewelry store, a local institution of sorts; it has been around forever, and is one of those places that everyone knows about, even if you’ve never bought anything there, and everyone knows the jingle. It’s the Unofficial Christmas Carol of Oklahoma City.

Now, years later, I know all the words to the B. C. Clark Christmas jingle, too, and I’m teaching it to the kids. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. It’s a catchy little tune, and it’s part of Christmas in Oklahoma City. Plus I figure if I sing it enough, maybe Wade will get the urge to GO to B. C. Clark and BUY me something.

You can listen to the jingle here, if you really want to know what Christmas sounds like at my house. And I wear a size 6 ring, in case the holiday spirit seizes you.

November 24, 2007

home again, home again, jiggety jig

I feel like I have been traveling for months; I’ve never been so happy to see the inside of my closet because it means that I will not have to get dressed out of a suitcase for one more day.

We spent Thanksgiving in Houston with my sister-in-law and her family, and we had a huge time. Henry and Charlie are currently mad that NONE of their cousins live close to them and they want to know why we can’t just take a road trip every weekend to visit family. The answer, of course, is because it would kill me.

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November 17, 2007

weekend getaway

Once upon a time, about a month ago, I decided that it would be really fun to take my children to St. Louis for a long weekend, to see my brother and his family. And so I bought plane tickets and my sister-in-law cleaned her guest bathroom and we arrived last night after a completely uneventful direct flight.

We ate a late dinner, watched a Backyardigans episode, and plopped the boys into sleeping bags in the basement. They went IMMEDIATELY to sleep, without a single incident of playing or poking each other.

And I let my guard down.

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October 9, 2007

OMG, there’s like a whole world outside of the Internet!

Hello! Did you think I was dead? I’m not! Thank goodness.

Where have I been? Oh, you know, here and there and in Albuquerque . . . the usual.

My brother and his family were at my parents’ house over the weekend, and when I told my mother that the boys didn’t have soccer (because GOD FORBID anything conflict with the OU/Texas football game) she said, “Why don’t you come home?”

And I said, “Well, uh, because, see . . . I don’t know. Why don’t I come home?!?” And so I did.

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August 9, 2007

I’m blaming this randomness on my jaw

My dad is here for the weekend, because you know it’s been four whole days since I went to the airport or made up the bed in the guest room, so clearly it’s time for more company and maybe some travel, too.

Have I mentioned that we’re going to Tulsa tomorrow night? For the PGA tournament? As I write this we’re watching today’s recap, which seems mostly to consist of golfers saying, “OH MY GOD is it ever HOT here” or some variant of that.

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