Thursday, October 25, 2012

Maybe I'll Dress as Big Brother?

I don't really HATE winter, but I really kind of do.

It's not the idea of winter --the idea of winter is beautiful! Ice skating! Crockpots full of soup, warm bread, hot cocoa and cider, scarves, and Christmas! Snowmen, cinnamon, peppermint, pumpkin pie. Crystal snow shining in the sunlight, beautiful mountains dusted with perfect white...

But the reality always walks up and smacks me in the face: It's cold. And wet. And wet and cold and icy and cold. Lots of cold. Car accidents and freezing limbs and driveways to be shoveled. Kids storming into the house bringing mud and wet and cold. Cold, cold, cold!

Ugh. I'm turning into my grandmother.

You know, it was that winter when we lived in California. Put me off winter for life, I tell you. LIFE! But I promise I'll try not to hate it too much this year. In fact, I'm actually praying we get a lot of snow. The droughts and fires this past summer was not fun --we need a lot of water come spring. So, I'll keep my negativity in check. As much as humanly possible, at least.


New book for book club this month: George Orwell's 1984.

Hey, don't knock it quite yet! I haven't read this baby since high school and I'm guessing my adult perspective will make it a much more interesting read. Plus, there's a reason people still refer to it all these decades later.  I mean, did you know it was published in 1949? Blows the mind, really. Orwell was a genius.


Put up the baby gate. Swept and vacuumed for the third time in 24 hours. Oh, the things I do to keep baby alive! But he's worth it. He pays me in laughter and sweetness and snuggles. And look! He's moving everywhere:


I asked for ideas for Halloween costumes on Facebook (for Brandon and I), but I'll ask this: What are YOU going to be for Halloween? What about your significant other? Kids are taken care of (if #2 would just hurry up and make a final decision already), but I need to think about our costumes before the day we need them (which is what I usually do).


I'm Melissa... said...

I'm reading an old classic too! I just started TKM last night. I haven't read it since 9th grade and to be honest, I don't remember much about it other than character names, so I'm really excited.

Also, if one winter in CA put you off winter for life, imagine my experience. A LIFETIME of CA winters and now I'm preparing for my first midwest winter. I'm a little terrified!!

Cheryl said...

What is TKM? I can't figure that one out...

Ha! That's right! Good luck with your winter, babe. Stock up on cocoa. :)

I'm Melissa... said...

To Kill a Mockingbird. We called it TKM in school, maybe that's not universal :)

WoozleMom said...

One year when we needed costumes last-minute (before we had kids), I cut out an "S" out of black construction paper and a "P" out of white paper. We both wore jeans, and I wore a white long sleeve shirt with the S taped to it, while my husband wore a grey sweater with the P taped to it. We were salt and pepper. It was an easy thing to pull off in about 5 minutes!

This year, my husband works evenings, so isn't around at all for costumes. My son asked what Daddy was going to be for Halloween, and I said, "A hard worker," which is certainly true! I just got an old black-with-gold-spiderwebs cape/cloak from my mom's house and wore all black underneath. :)

Linda Liebhardt said...

Eric is going to be a Zombie and I am going to be Indiana Jones--because I have the hat already and happened to find a bull whip at a vender booth at a recent festival here in town. I think Eric may have put Zombie photos on facebook.
Our family was fruit salad one year. We had an apple, pear, orange, pineapple,strawberry, and one was supposed to be a purple grape (the baby), but she would NOT leave the crumpled newspaper stuffing in the costume, so she was a raisin. NObody puts raisins in fruit salad, do they? Ick. That was fun, easy and cheap. Kind of a rip-off of the Fruit-of-the-Loom guys, though.;-)

Linda Liebhardt said...

And all my kids called To Kill a Mockingbird "Tequila Mockingbird." Such rough necks.