bumper sticker xxii

spotted. by tonerhuffer. keep this in mind this coming new years' eve. when looking for love. or a fun way to begin the new year. cheers!

first christmas

zola loved christmas. not only did she get a new baby lamb named ba-ba. that did in fact make baaaing noises. (she cried the first couple of times the lamb made noises. zola was trying her best to comfort the lamb. while chewing and tearing off her wool. ba-ba after two days. no longer makes noises.). santa also brought her a long doggy. like the one from the petsmart commercials. this is her second. the first i named bruno. (granny's husband). and the new one is skip. (his son - or bruno jr.). the head and the bum make noises. so it is best when zola can put both in her mouth to squeek.

the best part of christmas for zola was of course. what everyone else got. all the paper to tear. boxes to chew. ribbons to run with. new slippers to steal. it was an evening of paradise.

after one of her naps. when she is still sleepy. and sweet. before the demon comes out fully. i tied a bow around her little neck. and let her into the room with the tree. for a photo opp. as featured below. it is normally off limits. with a baby gate. just like the stairs to my bedroom. i like to think she sings stairway to heaven. when she sits at the bottom. and barks. and cries for me to come get her. we tried having her sleep with me. but with all the new scents. and items to inspect. in the dark. it was too much. so trotted back to mom and dad. only to wake me in the morning. with little puppy kisses. followed by nibbles. and then paws.

bumper sticker xxi

spotted. by yours truly. lunching christmas eve. couldnt have said it better. myself.

braun

for rach. my hair girl. i love my new color in this photo. (she was a wee bit upset when i saw her recently, that i hadnt posted anything regarding the new hair color). i am also getting used to the 5 inches cut off. its fun. its fresh. its the new jan brady.

also. as noted from previous post. i did not take a picture of the grossness that was my finger. (it still has a bump). but if you look at the picture closely. maybe click on it. to really blow it up. you can see my right hand. pointer finger. is a lot darker than my others.

slow

things have been slow in the beehive. with the cold weather. did i say cold. its freakin' freezing. not much to report. so go ahead and mark this post as boring. i wish those whom check the boxes would leave a comment. but then again. i can hear my mother. 'if you dont have anything nice to say, then dont say anything at all'.

my finger. well the whole side of that hand is disgusting. it is bruised. and still swollen. tender. i havent thought too much about it. until people begin to ask if its broken. which no. i can move it. but then they say you never know. it reminds me of the broken arm. when i didnt think it was broken. and then skied. and did other activities. only to hurt it more. and then i had to have surgery. i hope thats not the case.

the annual festivus party was over the weekend. i aired some grievances. and serious business had the most delightful treats. as usual. i dont feel i brought my a-game to the party. maybe i was still hurting from thursdays holiday party. but i played a new game. danced. and got to visit with old friends. and meet my replacement friends.

have a safe and happy holiday season. give your loved ones big hugs. and kiss your pooches.

owned

i caved. it didnt take much. just a tiny bit of persuasion. i then turned to two other girls. and did the famous peer pressure line. i'll do it, if you do. so we did. signed up for the bull riding competition. i was nervous as hell. i had no idea what to expect. i pointed out my competition from the start. there was one gal i was afraid of. she is tall. and athletic. and people like her.

my name was called. i was nervous but remained calm. a man from the crowd yelled out, 'its just like the stripper pole.' funny. and true. ha. so i climbed up. again. unsuspecting to what this would be like. and he started. they did some shimmies for girls. and i held on. flinging about. and i rode. i was #1 for round one. 33 seconds. longest of the boys too. i had to ride for a second time. the top 5 competed for the top 3. 34 seconds that round. technically i lost. to the one competitor i feared. but my overall average was better. and spectators told me i 'looked' the part. so i take that as a win in my book. she beat me by one second.

it was the second time. when i got off. something wasnt right. my right hand was throbbing. i looked down. my pointer finger was black and blue. i popped a blood vessel. i now have a burrito finger. that hurts. and is an ugly color. very tender. but it was all worth it. cowgirl up. this didnt stop me from dancing to beyonce on the way home on the party bus. it wasnt that finger. not the ring finger. if you liked, then you shoulda put a ring on it...

day o' debauchery

this is my hope. but every year without fail. i end up doing something silly. maybe today will be different. there is a mechanical bull riding competition. i have not signed up. and if i make it through the party without being peer pressured. it will be a success. cheers to open bar. and good food.

next topic. for after i recover from the party today. survivor the tv show. thinking about submitting a try out video. feedback appreciated. as my family thinks i wouldnt make it past the first show. and jeremiah said i would not last 2 minutes before i started complaining. and want to leave.