December Daily 2010....Days 2, 3 and 4

My dry sense of humor is often taken wrong, so I feel clarification is in order.  Anything that you read on this blog that makes you even remotely wonder, if I am being serious, you can pretty much count on being crap.  For those that emailed me threats in order to get me motivated on doing entries into my December Daily I thank you.  From now on, you can just send me chocolate.  It's kind of  like a dangling carrot to a rabbit.  It will get me to move.  On second thought...either chocolate or a Silhouette will work.  Let me know if you need my address.

With saying the above I did get a few more days completed in my book.  Day 2 was Emily's school program.  The poor girl worried the whole time that I was going to get up and dance once they started singing Oh Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah.  Little did she know I was actually waiting for Silver Bells to "bust a move."  I'm not completely happy with this page.  I tried to get to the concert early, so I could nab a nice color program that would match my pattern paper.  Yeah, I know....most people do that to get the best seats.  Not only did I get a neon "red" program, but I also sat in the nose bleed seats.  Oh well...more leg room to dance the Hora.     

Day 3 was about snow.  Good thing it snowed, because I was sadly lacking on anything interesting happening that day.  I was able to break out my orange shoes (as if they ever really get put away), go to work and get stuck in traffic for a two hour drive home.  A drive that usually takes 15 minutes.  But hey...it makes the December Daily interesting, so I sang along to the Christmas music radio station all the way home.  Remember what I said about a dry sense of humor?  Yeah...this would be a good example.

Journaling will be done on the green tag, if the typewriter ribbon I ordered ever arrives.

Day 4 was more celebration of snow.  We headed to the park and went sliding.  A total blast and let me tell you....the tree that tried to mangle me can take that.  Game on, Tree!  I plan on coming back next time with a chain saw. I put a photo of me after the wipe out on this page.  I want it to go on record that I purposely only showed a quarter of me.  I look like the freaking Pillsbury Dough Boy in my puffy, white jacket.  I am sure the sales people at that store laughed their butts off seeing that jacket leaving in a bag.  Sigh. At least it's warm and I have my orange shoes, if I ever get stuck in a snow bank.

 

So that is that about that.  In a couple of days I will post a few more days.  Day 5 is all about going to the tree farm.  Speaking of which, I don't think you should be able to call yourself a farm when you do not own at least one cow, but I guess my opinion doesn't matter as the men just laughed and shook their heads upon my inquiry.  Of course, I was wearing my "dough boy" suit, so the snickering could have been due to that.