No fun

I hate it when household appliances that you use on an almost daily basis break. Well, in this case, almost break. Thank goodness it was almost because I would be in a really bad mood if it broke totally. We nearly lost our washing machine today due to causes incident to old age. It's at least 15 years old and probably a lot older than that. We really don't know its true age because it was given to us over 8 years ago and wasn't nearly brand new then. We think the problem we thought we were having, didn't really happen, and we will be able to nurse the silly thing along for just a few more months. Ryan has been promised a "generous" bonus in March and I guess we now know where it's going. New washer and dryer here we come. It's also going to be used to finish the guest bathroom remodel and finish the rest of the driveway and finish all of the other unfinished projects around here. I hope it's "generous" enough.

Merry Christmas

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

I don't know what's wrong with me

Tonight, I got some sort of a bug up my butt and decided that since I had no real takers on my offer to let someone fold all of our socks, I would just do it myself. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking: "Whoa! There must be something terribly wrong with Christa." I was shocked myself. I'm the kind of person who likes to avoid things and they way I avoided the problem of socks needing to be folded, was to just buy more. We now have way too many. So many socks. Just thinking about all of them makes me tired. My husband told me last year to please not buy him anymore. (He really and truly did.) He said he had so many that it would take him around 5 years to wear through them all. He was absolutely right. I had given him about 20 pair for his birthday in August and that many more for Christmas. Bringing his total number to around 10,000. I'm notorious for my forgetful brain (and my avoidance issues) and if he hadn't asked me to stop, I probably would have given him at least 20 more for Father's Day.

The entire time I was folding them, and I made a good solid dent, I was wondering what was wrong with me. I wanted to stop several times, but for some reason I stuck with it. I had my iPod that my dear husband gave me for my birthday to help me and I tried to listen to good uplifting music like 50 Cent to get me through it. It worked. So, thanks 50. You helped me to persevere and I'm really proud of myself. However, I am thinking about seeking medical care to find out what made me decide to do this in the first place. It was totally out of the ordinary.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

Trying to keep your house clean when you have small children, is like trying to shovel snow while it's still snowing.

I tried doing both today and wasn't very successful at either one.

Unitl recently, I didn't believe him

Ryan and I have been married for 10 years, 3 months and 1 week and for almost that entire time, he has told me that I snore. I have never believed him. I mean really, do I look like a snorer? Exactly.

Unfortunately, I have recently discovered this to be true. I actually awakened myself a couple of weeks ago from a deep sleep when I let out an extra loud snore. There have also been nights when I'm aware in a sort of sub-conscious way that I am. It's like I'm hearing the sound in the back of my head or something. I don't sleep very well when this happens because all I can hear is the snoring. Poor Ryan. I now know what he has had to deal with for all these years.

I don't think I'm ever going to admit to him that I know I snore. What kind of a girl would I be if I did that?

Quick Question

Has anyone ever worn a pair of their husbands athletic socks that are 3 sizes too big just because they didn't want to go downstairs to the laundry room to find some of their own? And have you ever done this for like 3 days in a row because the idea of digging through your sock basket just plain makes you tired and it's simply easier to take the pair of already folded ones from your husbands drawer? If no one else has ever done this, then neither have I.

A new love

Do you wish that you could get your hair to feel as smooth and soft at home as it does after going to the salon? Well, now you can. Try this and you will love it. Consider this my public service announcement/endorsement for the day. You're welcome.

33

I'm an odd number age again. It's such a comfort to me. I love odd numbers, unlike some weirdo people I know. It's freakishly weird to prefer even numbers to odd ones. I would much rather be 33 than 32 and it will be the same when I turn 34. I'd rather be 35. I don't know why.

My family (meaning my husband) was very nice to me and gave me one of these.
And I gave myself one of these. I've been wanting one for a long time and I figured my birthday was as good of an excuse as I was going to get.