Bearly, ha!

I've come to the conclusion that on the day after Christmas most people are utterly useless blobs of hungover overfed humanity. Myself included. Today has been about the longest day at work ever. Only one thing has managed to make me laugh. This:


Thank you Natalie Dee, thank you.

So This is Christmas...

Addiction

Thy name is Hallmark.

I collect Hallmark keepsake ornaments. No, I guess I do a bit more than collect them. I spend outrageous amounts of money on them. I bust down the door the day after Christmas to scoop them up at 50% off. I get personally invited to the July premiere by the lady that owns the store. It's bad and enough to drive Mr. G half nuts.

This year I've already bought about 7. That's down. Last year I bought 17. However, the season isn't over.

This year is a little different. I have discovered Ebay. Now my wildest dreams can come true... that Snoopy that sold out two years ago? I can get him!

It all started with my Dad. He bought me my very first ornament, this one:

My Kermit has been proudly displayed at the very top of my parents tree since 1981. When I moved out (for good) in 2003 and took my ornaments with me, Kermit came along. My poor Dad hasn't gotten over this. Recently he told me that when he comes over if Kermit isn't in "the right spot" then he's just going to have to take him home with him. Scary thing is, Dad's serious.

This is what led me to Ebay. I'm proud to report that this afternoon I won Dad a Kermit of his very own. It's in the mail and will be the best.Christmas.present.ever.

I can't wait to see his face.

Quick update

It's one of those days, so I thought I'd update my blooooooooggggggg.

Mr. G's party was a raging drunk success. Turns out that a Wii bowling tournament at 2:00 in the morning is pretty darn fun. Also, despite my usual inability to concoct anything edible, I managed to put out some pretty good grub. Thank you Sam's Club freezer department! Shout outs also go to Ang2007's beer cheese dip and the lady who decorates cakes at the Dairy Queen.

Mr. G is 30. The upside of this is that I'll always be younger than he is. According to him this means I'll always be his "trophy wife." Bonus.

You underestimate my sneakiness...

Or at least, my husband does.

Mr. G turns 30 next week. In honor of his age, I'm throwing him a surprise birthday party at our house tomorrow. It's not easy to throw a surprise party for someone in their own house--where do you keep the food? How do you get the house in party shape? How do you make sure it's clean enough? These things aren't easy to do without raising some eyebrows.

Currently people have been invited, the food has been purchased and the cake has been ordered. I have to accomplish a few things before I can call this party a success.

1) Mr G's best friend, Mr. I, has to call Mr. G and get him out of the house tomorrow;
2) I have to convince Mr. G to clean the house today;
3) Mrs. I has to run the food over tomorrow so I can prep it (it's been at the I's house); and
4) I have to run out and pick up the cake and the beer.

I'm actually a bit nervous about all of this, but so far so good. I think Mr. G either underestimates my sneakiness or I underestimate his ability to be observant. Either way, I'm hoping the party is fun!

Oh, in case any of you readers were wondering, no, Mr. G still does not know about this blog.

Oh yeah, the morning after

One thing that I don't miss about being 21? The morning after. Ouch.

I'm getting some coffee, a few ibuprofen and a couple pieces of toast. I'll also try a hot shower and if all else fails, orange Gatorade (yuck). I gotta get better before THE GAME after all.

Happy Sunday, dear readers. Hope you don't want to die today.

You say it's your birthday? Happy Birthday to you!

Fans of The Beatles may recognize the title of this post. It's the song Birthday off the White Album. Every year for as long as I can remember my Dad has played that song for me on my birthday. Now that I don't live at home anymore, I usually get it on my voicemail. It's just one of those things. I'm Daddy's girl, that's my birthday song. I think Mr. G. finds it a bit nuts.

My Birthday was Wednesday and for the first time in my life I really feel old. In the last year I've gotten married, built a house, went to my 5 year college reunion and celebrated 4 years with my company. Very grown up matters, right? This is being an adult, isn't it? If not, what is? Good questions.

Tonight Mr. G and I are going out to dinner with some friends and then hitting a few bars in honor of my birthday. I fully intend to act like a 21-year-old and not the 28-year-old that's taken up residence in my body. Wish me luck.