Snow-pretty!

My husband..... and his camera.

Snow-Cream Forecast!

FYI...

We were allowed in!!!

We've now been fingerprinted!

Yay! Two weeks ahead of the game!

What a relief!

Well, I'm askin'.....

Wait your turn...

Inconvenience no one...

Never make a scene...

Make everyone feel at home...

Hurt no one's feelings...

Do not ask for anything special...

Do nothing out of order...

Follow the leader....

the path....

the plan...

~

Tomorrow morning I'm making a break for it...

Our USCIS fingerprinting appointment for our adoption

is for February 8th.

But

I don't want to wait that long.

We.

Must.

Hurry.

So I'm askin' for special treatment.

Just this once.

Everyone....say a prayer that we will not be turned away.

Raccoon Feast

The gingerbread remnants were left on the front porch in a box.

I found wet, sticky pieces one morning

on the floor.

I picked them up and wiped my fingers off on my jeans.

Dang dogs, I thought.

However,

that same night,

I found this:

Listen.... it's funny to hear them chew!

Ewww, I touched raccoon slobber!

(and now I'm pretty sure I have rabies.) heh!

Good times!

p.s. Do I really sound like that? Wow. That's annoying! ;)

Meta-morph-am-I...

If it were only that easy..... ;)

In the wash...

I love the smell of soap and fabric softener...

the low hum of the dryer...

and

the swishy~ swashy splashing

 of the

washing machine.

One day as a kid...

I was unfortunate 

to mixup 

which was the washer and which was the dryer.

We 

were getting ready for school 

when our 

DOG

puked on my sisters boots.  *snicker*

Mama told me to go put the dirty boots in the washer.

Whoops!

I put them in the dryer

adding

them to a load of *** clean clothes.***

Eww.

My bad.

(At least I didn't add Surf detergent to the dishwasher.)

Good job, Allison!  *smirk*

Messy!

Ah, yes.

Laundry.

Recently after I was married...

I washed a pair of dark socks with a load of white towels.

I don't remember now why I did this

because 

these particular socks had turned my new husband's feet

hobbit green.

Not just green, but hobbit green.

So, we had mint green towels, and my husband had mint green socks and underwear 

for a bit.

Oh, he was so happy about that....

Lately, I've been doing a pretty good job with our laundry.

(except for putting it up. It's an ongoing problem.)

But 

this is a bit of an enigma....

"Wash with like colors."

Really?  

Huh.

I have another one, but the last time I wore it, 

 my husband said,

"So there's Waldo!"

and then this one...

Brand new sweater.... one wash....now adorned with pills.

what's up with that?

and

I'm pretty sure 

this wasn't the shape it was in to begin with.

Tightness!

Maybe I shouldn't have dried it....

phooey.

Also, I have a bit of advice.

Don't let your cat try to jump on your spindly drying rack.

The cat always wins.  

Oh... and my New Years Resolution is...

My New Years resolution is:

To lay off QVC.  Really.  

It's time to put down the speed-buy button,

and realize that no amount of QVC crack 

will make me happy.  

No amount.

I will find happiness elsewhere.

But there is a Bare Escentuals show coming up....

oh...

oh crap.

I-800A

 Tuesday before last,

I sent off our I-800A.

It's an important document

along with

much-o

other documents

and

proof

of everything we said to be true...

that will allow or deny

the progression of our adoption from

China.

This was me after leaving the packet with the postal service.

NervousyetJodhi?

Some things Never Change...

I'm not sure if it was because of my impending birthday...

or

if it was this beautiful picture

of Natalie Portman

(oh I love her...)

in my newest Marie Claire magazine....

but I became sickandtired of my

dark

saturated

multiwrongcolored

hair.

So I got a little wild "hair" myself...

(huh, what pun?)

and I bleached

and I bleach-ed....

and I colored

and

toned....

and then colored again

a few days later...

to end up with this!

Oooooooh!

That's different!

My niece...

(who has marvelous strawberry blond hair on her six year old little head, I might add)

asked me,

"Why did you do that to your hair?"

Ah, my dear....one day you will know.

or

maybe not.

Anyway.

But then.... I picked up my Marie Claire magazine again,

to admire how

close I had gotten to

Mrs. Natalie Portman's

lighter new do....

Pretty.

But then the very next page 

was this:

OH. MY. Goodness!

Must

Have

That 

Color!

AAAAHhehehehe!

(evil laugh!)

A new Flame...

This past weekend,

I finally did something that I've wanted to do

for

so Long!

I took a glass beadmaking class.

or a

Lampwork bead class.

hmm.

not really sure of what the technical name is.

Anyway.

It's hot!

YAY!

It's so neat!

I didn't even get burned...

but I think I'm hooked!

These are my first beauties...

Not so good, but fun!

Getting Better!!    

Now you're talking!

One last shot.

I'm a proud mama of my little beadies!

Our Alice in Wonderland...

     "Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table:  she opened it and found in it a very small cake, on which the words "EAT ME" were beautifully marked in currants.  "Well, I'll eat it," said Alice, "and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!"
     She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, "Which way? which way?" holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size:  to be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
     So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake."

Lewis Carroll

Hope your day at your new place goes very well indeed!
But either way...
you'll still be "our" Alice!

How Smashing!!!

Last Sunday

me and my mom

(my mom and I? Whatever.)

went to pick up my gingerbread house.

After some lip from the people in charge...

finally, we were "helped"

with getting my gingerbread house out of its "cage."

Sort of.

The little bellman was trying to unlatch the plexi-glass surround

when it fell...

or

"slipped"

into...

nay,

onto...

the birdcage.

CRASH!

*gasp!*

It happened so quickly.

I hesitated for only a second...

(with my mouth open, I'm sure)

and then I said,

"It's... ok.  Honey, It's alright."

But it just kept getting worse.

Not just worse, but "worser." (smirk)

People were surrounding me, coming out of the shops nearby.

And one older lady came right up next to me and said,

"Oh how beautiful!  That is incredible!

What is it made of?"

I looked at her....

(again, I'm sure with my mouth open)

"Well, it was made out of gumpaste and gingerbread...."

(which is not entirely true being that it was still made out of gumpaste and gingerbread...)

Anyway.

and it just kept getting worse on the ride home.

Oh, how I should have just left it.

But.... I was in a bit of shock.

So the birds are free now.

Fly away birdies....

Fly AwAy!

Shoo!

Finding joy...

Finding joy in moving on....