Sunday, December 30, 2012

No Sign of Laying Geese

Some random thoughts for the sixth day of Christmas.

~ New Christmas tradition - waffles and peppermint ice cream for breakfast.  How genius is that?!  Team Jayla give the best presents. :-)

~ Speaking of the best presents, Epic Mickey kinda rocks.  (that said - Sarah, do you think you could send Trevor up this way for a while?  It's also kinda kicking my butt.)

~ Love the part where we had a foot or so of snow for Christmas.  Not so much the part where the temperature hasn't gotten above freezing since it stopped snowing.  Every time my car starts I do a little happy dance.  (On the other hand, she is lacking a passenger side door panel now.  Blargh.)

~ Holy crap there's a lot of stuff to do to get Primary ready for a new year.  On the plus side, I will be the only one in the presidency who knows all the Sunbeams' names next week . . . of course, I've only gotten a handful of the other kids' names down.  Working for Disney totally ruined me when it comes to remembering names.

~ Pretty sure Netflix was invented so that people could marvel over just how young a certain Mark-Paul Gosselaar was in 1989.  And the epic-ness that was Richard Dean Anderson's mullet.  Sometimes I wish I remembered a bit more of the '80s.


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I defy you to come up with a more brilliantly hysterical video.  Seriously.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Not Quite a Whimper

Soooooooooo . . . we're down to just a few more days until Christmas and I am feeling decidedly un-Christmasy.  In fact, I don't think I've ever felt less in the Christmas spirit.

Honestly, I've just had an off month.  It got off to a rather inauspicious start, what with being only 5,000 words off from what I was shooting for.  I mean, if I wasn't going to pull it off I think I'd've rather been way off.  25 or 30 thousand is no where near 50, but at least it's a decent attempt.  On the other hand - 45,000?  That's just taunting.  But I came up against the worst case of writer's block known to man . . . or at least the worst case I've ever had.  The third week was rough, and the last week of November it was like I just slammed into a brick wall.   No idea what happened . . . but it wasn't pretty.

And then there was the part where my grandma died the day before Thanksgiving (because, yeah, that happened).  And the part where this Primary calling thing is making me feel utterly inept at doing anything more complicated than curling up in my corner and reading.  And the part where it's apparently a crap shoot as to whether or not my car will start in the mornings when it's single digits outside.  And the part where life decided that just holding up a neon sign that says "you will never fit in" wasn't enough and started beating me over the head with it a couple of weeks ago.

And while all of those are relatively minor things in the grand scheme of things, especially compared to everything else that's been going on in the world since the beginning of time - and I know they're all varying degrees of minor - they all feel like very big deals right now.

So in an attempt to feel a little more holiday-ish I thought I would bring a little laughter to everyone . . . except there has been a bit of a shortage of funny stories happening at school lately.  Instead, here's one that (to me, at least) feels a bit more like a riddle at the moment.

So a certain (Ezekiel) who's class I was in back in second grade is in my fourth grade class this year.  And the logic level seems to be about the same.  Also, he seems to be happily taking the place of a certain (Eric) who's in fifth grade this year so I never see him.  I'm sure he's moved on to new (and hopefully more age appropriate) crushes.  But last week (Ezekiel) comes up to me and says, "Miss Lacey, I'm you're little honey bunny, huh?"

To which my reply was something to the effect of "splutter . . . stammer . . . what- wait- ummmmm . . . hurry up and get in line, it's time for prep."

Because I speak with the eloquence of (I don't know, but when I went to google for suggestions it auto-completed with "the eloquence of a hedgehog," so I'mma go with that) when I'm caught off guard like that.

Dude.  Who are we kidding, I speak with the eloquence of a hedgehog on a daily basis.

Anyway.  A little while back (Ezekiel) and I had a conversation about him getting into trouble in which he said that Trouble was his middle name.  So now I will occasionally call him Trouble.  As, you know, one does.

And then the day after he referred to himself as my little honey bunny he referred to the two of us - him and me - as "Mr. and Mrs. Trouble."

I feel like I should be laughing by now . . . but I'm still a little speechless.  Constant hugs I can handle.  Lasting-just-a-little-bit-too-long hugs, whatever.  Mr. and Mrs. Trouble?  That, I'm a little weirded out by.


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Everybody always needs a little more joy.  The trippier the better.  So glad Luke hunted this down for me!!!


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Regarding November

Pretty much everything can be summed up thusly.



And that is all we shall say about that.


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Let's start this month off right, shall we?  With muppets!