Bah...Humbug...

Even my stars are crooked

I love the holiday season. I know, that seems counter intuitive considering my crusty exterior and all.  For Christ's sake (Yes, you too may marvel at my unintended pun), Thanksgiving has just been put in the refrigerator.   I tried to psych myself up by playing Christmas carols, living vicariously through my joyous daughter, but alas I am just too tired.  I can't count on the Hubby to help me get into any sort of spirit.  He begrudgingly assembled the tree, brought in the Christmas boxes and ran Flo Jo style (sorry Honey, but you do run like a girl) back into our bedroom to P90X it or whatever it is boys do behind closed doors.
Gone are the days of Norman Rockwell and June Cleaver.  From an outsider's point of view I am sure that I more closely resemble Peg Bundy.  My cleavage hanging out, derriere firmly planted to the couch.  Little do they know all of the crazy stuff that one can do from my little corner of the couch.

For instance:

Reindeer Noses

• I removed the noses from juvenile reindeer and bagged them to the delight of Maia's classmates.

• Note that each bag includes 8 brown noses and a single red schnoz. With 13 classmates, that means I had to snare, clean, & slaughter 117 reindeer. All from my couch. That takes quite a bit of planning. (Note the polar bear I managed to stuff in there as well).

Color Pencil Vase

 

 

 

 

•  As if that wasn't enough brown noses, I whittled this gorgeous vase for my daughter's teacher.

See, so I do just fine in my little corner.....