Stefani Concert Tonight!

I know it is the night before Thanksgiving.

I know there will be turkey to cook, desserts to make, jars to open, veggies to slice, dice and julienne!

I know the hungry faces will start to arrive at noon-ish, all famished and drooly with anticipation.

But, I must remain a strong, confident, can-do-it-all-kind-of-woman-mom-person and go to a concert 2 hours away in Portland, Oregon THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING!

Yes, it seems daunting, but it is my sista woman, Gwen Stefani in concert and I. MUST. GO!

I am excited, but at the same time I have this knotty thing in my stomach about fighting the holiday traffic all the way to Portland and then being there until 10 or 11 o'clock and fighting the dwi's 2 hours back to my home. Then, getting up early (before 8am is early dammit!) in the morning to get things going! What the hell was I thinking! And you know, it will be a long day. It always is. And all the dishes and the cooking and the eating (which surprisingly, only really lasts about 5 minutes with my family - then back to football) it's just too much.

I am going with my two sisters (the real ones, not sista like Gwen), Katie and Ginger. They are awesome. If you don't have any, you've got to get yourself some sisters. They are HELLA fun! (That was for you Gwennie)

Well, I've got to finish up here at work and get moving!

The Urge

I have the uncontrollable urge to decorate. Christmas is coming.

After I spent the larger portion of my summer scraping wallpaper, sanding, spackling, priming and painting many coats of paint in my kitchen/great room area, I am fairly certain that my decorating is going to be OFF THE HOOK this Christmas.

As soon as the Christmas stuff started coming out (right before Halloween) I was scouring all the stores. Of course I hit Wal Mart and Michael's, but I am really getting into the specialty gift shop crap. We have far too many of these types of stores in Lewis County.

This is really not like me. I am not the decorating type. But something has come over me, like a flu. It's a strange obsession. I don't know what I need, I haven't even gotten last year's stuff out yet for decorating, I just want more!!

HELP ME!!! Maybe there is a support group.

My cute kids

I have cute kids. Here is my 3 year old, Piper. She's trying a lemon.

Pondering Eating

Why do I get hungry again right after lunch? And then I spend the rest of the day snacking and snacking and looking for something else to eat.

Am I bored with my job? Am I bored with my life? Do I need to eat to satisfy some unsatiable urge that I cannot pinpoint? I don't know if that is it, because if I skip breakfast then I don't get hungry and I could go all day without eating as long as I'm busy.

I really only need coffee. I could go all day just drinking coffee and not get hungry until dinner time. But if I eat breakfast it's all over.

The Sickness/Walfart

I've got the sickness. I've had it now for almost two weeks. I'm dying. I'm not sleeping, I'm very snotty and very coughy. If feels like it's never going to end. I just want to be normal again!

Plus I'm running out of kleenex both at home and work. Who will buy me Kleenex? I am too sick to stop at the store after work (but not too sick to work, after all!) I already have too much to do with everything else. I may have to go into TP mode.

If it weren't such a clusterf**k going to Wal Fart, I'd go. With as much as I ADORE getting my heels scraped by other people's shopping carts, I'm just not up to the challenge

And has anyone noticed the temperature at Wal Mart is always set on BBQ? I have to go in shorts and a tank top in the middle of winter to feel comfortable in there. The underside of my hair is always a matted wet mess and I feel faint by the time I get to checkout (maybe that's after I pay for all the useless BUT REALLY CHEAP! items I've purchased).

I know it's not just me. I've overheard the checkers talking about it. It's some sort of shopping conspiracy. The Walfart Kings think you shop more when you are hot or something. Or someone is just screwing with the damn thermostat again like at the office. The bosses should know a locked lucite box does not keep out the people who must screw with the thermostat, but good try.

Anyway, I believe I will be getting a roll from the cabinet under the bathroom sink and carry it around with me just in case.

Wish me health!