'Tis the freaking season and I'm getting NO work done. I'm not going to feel guilty though cause I worked my butt off all year.
This morning I was settling down for a nice go of sewing and then Brad asked me to run errands with him. Ok. So I shower and get dressed and ready and we are driving, approaching the freeway and he says to me...Nah. On second thought, I don't really feel like running errands. What? Ok. So what are we doing then?
We got cheap noodle soup at a Vietnamese restaurant, ran into an old friend and shared a table with him. Then we went to a little thrift store down the way. Then I decided my arms felt flabby and I needed to get some free weights so I could pump a little iron in between sewing projects. (Don't you love the life of the self-employed?) Brad and I went to the used sporting goods store and walked out, not with arm weights, but with a renewed commitment to start surfing together. (Yes! This is how our day was! Fantastic, no?)
Brad gew up surfing and began to teach me during that very long year that we were trying and trying to have our first baby. Then I finally got pregnant and sold my surfboard. (Luckily though, I saved my nice wetsuit.) So, today, experiencing something between a whim and a long-planned event, we went to Costco and got me a foam board, inexpensive and perfect for beginners.
Man. Check me out. Turning 42. New tattoo. Gonna learn to surf. If this is a mid-life crisis, I am f*****g LOVING it! And on that note, if you've followed my blog for the last years....you know that I'm not the type to...how can I say.... do this kind of..."getting myself things" as I have shared the last few weeks. Little things, long thought of, coming to fruition after a year of really hard focused work on both our parts.
As you will see though, things took a turn for the worse when....in the middle of the afternoon...Brad pulled from his truck this ugly snowman. His dad and mom cleaned out their attic and ...on the good side, I got offered a few more light up deer for the yard (you know how I love light-up deer.). On the very tragic side, I got blackmailed with this evil snowman. This snow man is not small and I'm really broken-hearted about his presence in the living room. This really harshes my striving to create an "Anthropologie-ish" decor.
While Brad was out his parents house, my father-in-law called me laughing and told me something more than the deer would be coming home with Brad..that is...if I wanted the deer. I said: NO, Gil. Do NOT sent home anything more than the deer. Do NOT send home the snowman. My father-in-law laughed and said..."I can't hear you is this a bad connection?" And then he hung up.
When Brad came home with the snowman I locked the front door, but he came in through the garage. I tried to grab the snowman from him. I punched at it. I screamed. I threatened. But....lo and behold. There it is. In the living room. Smiling at me. And all of a sudden, I'm looking forward to the New Year.
Then there is the gingerbread house. Oh but my we did have fun putting it together. I had to move it somewhere high though, when we realized one of our dogs was becoming obsessed with it. Not high enough, it seems.
And so this is it! This is how our Christmas season is starting. It's just full of suprises!