My first Christmas present was this pair of ginormous pink slippers (?). They are fuzzy inside and out, and Wile E. likes to bite them (while they’re on my feet) so I predict they’ll last about a day or so. Greg would be happy for Wile E. to eat them, because he hates them. That’s fine. I want him to cut his hair, so we’re batting about even.

Here’s me wearing my big pink fuzzies in the kitchen while Wile E. lies in wait for me to drop a tidbit of something on the floor.

I deleted the rant part of my last post. I thought about it, and I didn’t like how I was really letting you-know-who get to me. Perhaps her hating me is a GOOD thing, because it probably means that our values are diametrically opposed, and that’s okay with me. I’ll just chill. I’ll try to not be hateful, because isn’t that where all the bad stuff, like war, starts?

Speaking of, I love this song. THIS one. Not the others where they leave out the “war is over” part.

I thought I’d put this picture up here as an antidote to that nasty chicken-fried steak in my last post. The stir-fry was really nommy!

DELETED RANT.

Here is a pic of Wile E. wearing Sage’s coat. Wile E. was very patient. His eyes look like that because I still suck at Photoshop.

This weekend, Greg and Sage camped out with the Boy Scouts in the drizzling rain. I stayed home and had writer’s block. Wile E. missed Sage very much, and sat sadly at the window for a great deal of the time. Mommy is boring.

Here is Sage with Salsa. The eyes are Photoshopped in an unsuccessful attempt to correct red eye. Sage and I were totally cracking up at the effect.

The Christmas tree has been up for about a week now. The one we had from last year, which was muy expensive, got peed on by the cat and then mildewed. My brother brought over the little Charlie Brown tree for us, but it was really depressing, so we bought a new tree. I like it, and it will be protected from peeing felines next year.

Last weekend, we all went to see the Texas Fiddling Championships. Greg and I really enjoyed ourselves, and we thought Sage did too. I didn’t find out otherwise until we were at a noontime Christmas flute and piano performance at a local church when Sage said, “Mom, I like this music much better than the music at the BAR.” The very churchly woman behind me gave me a look. So those mortifying moments in public don’t stop when they’re 10 years old. However, I’ll get to get revenge when he’s a teenager, haha.

Okay. Here’s the never again part. Greg loves chicken-fried steak. At least he says he loves chicken-fried steak. Because the reality is that Greg never likes any chicken-fried steak he gets at any restaurant, save the one that shut down about 20 years ago.

So I decided to cook chicken-fried steak, which goes entirely against my nature. We had mashed potatoes, peas, gravy and rolls. My kitchen smells worse than McDonald’s. It was so GREASY. Yuk. It wasn’t all that great, either, in spite of being the top-rated recipe for that particular dish on AllRecipes.com. I just can’t stand spending an hour in the kitchen fryin’ up something so unhealthy for my family. And, Greg ate it, but he didn’t love it. In other words, it didn’t match up to K-Bobs. He didn’t say that, though. Not exactly. I’m glad he wasn’t all that thrilled, because I told him, this is it. The only time this crap will ever be made in my kitchen.

It makes me gain weight just looking at it.

Anytime we’ve been at home today, Sage has been badgering me to check The Weather Channel to see exactly when it is going to snow. For a while there, it was looking bleak, and then we finally got a snow shower. He was absolutely delighted, and gloating a bit about the kids who were in school and didn’t get to go outside in it.

I ran across this old Popular Mechanics cartoon from the 50′s today while avoiding writing surfing the internet. I wish. Only if I tried it now, the floor would probably turn into an ice rink. Living in a pier and beam house has its drawbacks in the winter.

I am quite enjoying being a housewife. I’m getting to enjoy the stuff I like anyway, like cooking and sewing. The cleaning I can take or leave. Spending the time with Sage is also just beyond awesome. I feel sad sometimes when I think how Sky never had this much of my attention. Sage is learning in leaps and bounds. It is just amazing how fast he learns when released from the confines of school. The thing that really is blowing me away is how fast he is picking up Spanish. I have him on the Homeschool Rosetta Stone program, and not only is he speaking it, but he can do the worksheets with 100 percent accuracy. He totally gets it.

I’ve had a few moments lately where I’ve felt just paralyzed–literally staring at the computer like a deer caught in the headlights. I’ve found that it’s much more difficult to write when you have to, and I get brain freeze a lot. I’m working on revitalizing one of my old sites so that I can work it from an affiliate marketing angle. That has much more money-making potential than what I’m currently doing.

I also started an Etsy shop. I had plans to really knock out some cats for the store, but I’ve made exactly one so far. The shop name is Kitty Kitty Bang Bang, and once I have my other site together, I plan to add to it.

The other site? Cash Kitties, if you want to peek. I’m not done with it yet. Yes, I have a thing about cats.