Snowed In

In the span of four homebound days I have managed to:

make a tutu for a doll to match Little Miss M's,

steal this craft project from Ashley Ann at Under the Sycamore,

I said steal, not execute flawlessly!

attach new seats on BOTH toilets,
finally change the lightbulb in my hallway,
catch up on all my laundry,
change out the wiper blades on my car,
make several homecooked meals (including the best omelets I've ever created!),
watch 35 episodes of LOST,
measure random things around the house for decorating purposes,
do a little research for a writing project I'll probably never start,
sort through clothing, shoes, and toys for donations,
firmly plant Little Miss M's behind in Time Out about a gillion times (probably should be rethinking the discipline situation...hmm)
and finally update my blog -- but don't get used to it!

Whew.

In hindsight, it would have been the perfect time to tackle some of the painting that is looming ahead of me. But that's the beauty of procrastination...I'll get to it eventually in effort to avoid something else in the future.

This Is What My Heaven Looks Like

I just stumbled upon the Airstream Penthouse Trailer Park at The Grand Daddy Hotel in Cape Town. Seven Airstreams decorated by seven Cape Town designers. "For those who want to pimp their park life and flash their trailer trash - or for those who simply want to experience the world's only trailer park rooftop suite - just take the vintage elevator to the third , take the rooftop exit and let the adventure begin." Wow. And The Pink Flamingo Cinema? Double wow!

If I had to pick just one to stay in it would be the Love of Lace trailer (below) but wish it were more muted than so girly pink. By the way...does anyone know how much R1250 is?

I've had a semi-similar idea in the back of my mind for a few years now. If only I had money to spare and no other responsibilities. I'd live in one, too. In my little mecca of shiny, silvery goodness. Naturally.

I Speak Four-Year-Old

I've been trying to keep a list of Little Miss M's latest vocabulary feats...

Arra String = Airstream (I consider this quite an accomplishment on my part. Good to know the silver streak will always be a part of her vocab!)
Lickstick = Lipstick
Ooh La = Hola
Panyo = Piano
Sillious = Serious (I blame this one on Ming Ming, the duck with the lisp on the ever popular Wonder Pets. Although her rendition is "seewee-us")
Squeerial (rhymes with "cereal") = squirrel
Stunk = Skunk (fitting, no?)
Tillet = Toilet

Christmas Catch-up

For the first time ever my mom's side of the family celebrated Christmas at my aunt and uncle's house in Texas. Four carloads of Oklahomans headed south for the festivities. I left Tuesday night with Little Miss M and my nephew following Christmas with my dad's family in OKC. Got there around 11:30 pm and my Tulsa aunt and cousins were already there. Auntie M (Texas aunt) convinced us we needed to take a dip in the hot tub. None of us had swimsuits but she said she had us covered and retrieved a tub full of bathing suits. Two-piece bathing suits. Belonging to my Texas cousin. Who wears a size 0 or 2. And we do not. Needless to say there was a lot of laughter and experimental combining of strings and patches of cloth. "Covered," my ass! In the end we all ended up in baggy old t-shirts and my uncle's swim trunks. Nice.

I got the opportunity to meet up with Kristin on Wednesday and we were able to hit a few shops at our former TX stomping grounds. By the time I got back to the house my mom, stepdad, and stepsister and my grandma had all arrived. We enjoyed a wonderful meal and then did our gift exchange. We've been doing Dirty Santa exchanges for a few years now and this one was supposed to be "silly." Okay, I need a few more guidelines than that. And if I'm going to shell out my hard-earned money I want the reassurance that I will get something decent in return (yeah, I know, so much for my Christmas spirit). I spend days trying to find the perfect "silly" gift and in the end I was proud of my purchase. It was funny, practical, and unique. Or so I thought...

Yep, four state school Snuggies later...ah well. This is my family's rendition of the Snuggie dance. Note the ostracized OU fan in back. My gift, you ask? Ah yes...I was the proud recipient of a wonderfully useful hat and Christmas puzzle...

On Thursday we all pitched in and made the traditional Christmas dinner and then my Tulsa aunt and cousins hopped in the car to begin the five-hour trek back home. Unfortunately the snowstorm had already begun and seven and a half hours later they were back at the house in TX. They made it as far north as Durant and had turn back. My mom and her household were planning on leaving on Friday but no one left 'til Saturday. M and I hung back until Sunday when we were sure I-35 was clear.

All in all, it was the perfect (extended) holiday spent with my favorite people in the whole world. Lots of laughs. Lots of love. The End.

Stranded

Trapped in the house today and tomorrow with nothing but a four-year-old and five seasons of Lost. If I start now, do you think I can make my way through them by Tuesday's season premiere? Hmmm....