Day: November 30, 2015

BB In The Bucket

Sometimes I just do stuff, you guys.

True story.

It happens.

I don’t always share the stuff I do.

My kids get most of me, you know?

Oh sure! I share a lot of stuff online – here, there, and everywhere – but I don’t share everything.

I think this is worth sharing for two reasons.

1) It’s easily adaptable and anyone can do it.

2) It’s my way of celebrating what I love, without dissing something I dislike.

Ready?

Okay!

Ta daa!

BB in the Bucket

It’s December 4th and look who is here!

It’s BB! But wait. What’s this I hear?

She’s wearing a hat with a sparkly ball

There’s a sparkly scarf too, but that is not all!

BB’s so festive, she’s ready to play

So you’ll have to find her everyday.

There’s only one rule, you must not forget it

Don’t skip it or shun it or you might regret it!

When you spot BB you give her a HUG

You squeeze her and keep her as snug as a bug in a rug.

Yes, Christmastime is the Season of Hope

It’s certainly no time to pout and to mope.

Imagine, you finding such a cute thing

and having to wait and just look at the bling.

Yeesh! That would be awful and terribly bad.

I just can’t believe in something so sad.

So people can keep their elf on the shelf

I’d rather have BB, her wonderful self.

Wouldn’t you? 

So, there you have it!

Rumour has it that BB will have a sparkly red hat with a white glittery pompom this year.

No one knows for sure though.

We’ll just have to wait and see because as I said these things just happen.

How do you celebrate Advent?

Do you have a special ritual?

Do your kids enjoy the countdown to Christmas?

How do you spend the days leading up to the Holidays?

 

*I cleared this with the Things before posting it here. It’s late in the game, now, but this is something you could do at any time of year just for fun. Make stuff up, guys! It’s rad!

Super Fly!

So one night early in November I was sitting here trying to write when I heard the unmistakable sound of a housefly buzzing agains a window.

You know that irritating buzzing and flicking sound? 

I loathe that sound.

Anyway, I was here attempting to get a post written and published and the sound, for some reason, was more irritating than usual.

It was the first week of November. The Halloween jack o’lanterns were still on the patio and I had gone outside to turn off a little reusable candle that had been inside Thing 2’s pumpkin.

I got it into my mind that I must have let the fly in then and that it had to be a super icky kind of fly. Maybe the kind of fly that enjoys hanging out with decomposing gourds. The kind of fly the might have been Jeff Goldblum in another life.

Oh my gourd!

It was grossing me out.

You know how sometimes you can habituate a noise or a pest?

Yeah? Well I don’t because that flipping fly was going to drive me mad.

It was him or me.

It was being bold. At the very least it could not be allowed to stay in my bedroom. I’d never sleep. Yuck!

My poor husband was none the wiser (Poirot was on), but that damn fly was buzzing around him as he slept. I couldn’t let that happen. So I jumped up and quickly turned off the lamp on his bedside table.

Now my desk lamp was the only source of light (aside from the glow of the TV and my monitor) and you know what obnoxious flying insects love? They just can’t seem to get enough of light sources. Especially light sources with boxy shades so they can bounce off as many surfaces as possible and thusly gross out their unsuspecting human hosts. 

I tried to shoo it away and do you know what that fly did? It flew right at my head!

Inside my head, my brain screamed, ” Oh no you didn’t!”

There was but one choice.

I needed hairspray.

Don’t tell me I’m the only one.

I can’t be the only one!

In the end I bested the demonic creature.

Then I laughed out loud because I am fairly certain that I must have looked at least a little bit like this.

We all have our straws.

What drives you a little bit (or a lot) crazy?

 

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