Superbowl XLV, Baby!

I have been away for far too long.  Also, I do not like this blog layout.  I must remedy this...well...at some point.

Yesterday I watched my boys beat the #1 seed to make their way to the Superbowl.  It was an up and down ride that's for sure.  They were kicking poor Jay Cutler's butt the whole first half until a mysterious knee injury got him pulled from the game.  After two horrible runs with the backup qb, Lovie Smith put in qb number three.  Number THREE, in the most important game of the YEAR.  This game decides whether or not you are the champions of your division - Jay Cutler is a baby.  All that aside, this actually proved to be a good move by Lovie; the Bears went on to score 14 points for what was *almost* a tie game. 

Oh, did I forget to mention the big guy that my team had out?

BJ Raji.  The "Freezer" intercepted a pass and ran it in for the touchdown that won us the title of NFC Conference Champs!

Today I am wearing my new Packers sweatshirt that I went out and purchased after the game.  I was hoping for a hat like the one Rodgers was wearing in the locker room, but Dick's was sold out of 200 in less than an hour! 

The Packers are facing off against the Steelers in Dallas on Feb. 6th.  The Steelers are a great team and that, my friends, should prove to be an amazing game!

MERRY FREAKIN' CHRISTMAS!!!!

love, beans, heidi and areba

NANOWRIMO

I did it.  I freaking did it!

National Novel Writing Month:  30 Days, 50,000 words.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

I have yet to wrap up the final chapter - but ultimately, I did it!

All that writing and I have so much to update the blog world about, still.  *sigh* 

For now, I rest, recuperate and prepare to edit my potential pile of crap! 

Happy December, People!

Beans with No Nuts...

My little 5 month old, Beans, is getting his business chopped today (as I type).  Beans is my kitten.  He's a cuddly teddy bear and I freaking love him.  I dropped him off this morning and the doctor embarrassed him by searching (once again) for his business.  Uno.  They have to go into his abdomen with another incision and find his other man-bit.  Poor guy felt like less than a man's man in front of the woman doctor.  *sigh*  After today, I'll have Beans with no nuts.  No nuts and a shaved belly.

Loss Comes with Change...

It's been a very long time, over a year in fact, that I've had the same template on here.  Since that time, Blogger has experienced a boom in the amount of templates they are offering for backgrounds.  I find it funny that by "boom" I really mean they've gone from like 5 options (with 5 sub-options) to somewhere around 10 (with about 20 sub-options) - ooh, advancement!  *sarcasm*

For me, I've always looked outside the box for my templates.  I find one that I like and then I tweak it to how I want it to work.  (Read: I cut out all the attachments and add-ons that come with someone else's homemade template, and by doing so I have taught myself a whole bunch about reading HTML codes!)

After my diatribe a few months back about leaving it (my blog style) alone for awhile, I've now full out changed it.  I'm a girl, you should just expect that!  Now, I'm forced to deal with the annoying issues that come with change.  You're probably wondering, "What are those?"  Well, let me tell you!  Disappearing everythings, that's what!  Friends blogs have vanished.  People I followed have *poof*ed into thin air.  It's incredibly agitating.  Instead of enjoying the changes I've begun I am now forced to piece it all back together.  Good times.

Eew.

Talullah Belle

Talullah Belle is my sister's baby kitten.  Toolbelt, as I refer to her, is just about to turn 5 months old.  I am the babysitter while my sister and her boyfriend are enjoying a California vacation.  Last night, the little punk got lots of extra love and attention from me; only to attempt to murder me moments later. 
There I was, standing in the kitchen as the little baby sat cutely on the floor watching me.  While gabbing on the phone my eyes met hers and she leaped straight into the air and at my chest.  It was only a moment before I realized how the heck she was standing, propped, on me - looking me in the eye.  The little kamikaze kitten had landed with her back claw *IN* my left ring finger. 

Picture it: my hand was at my side and now, like a child standing on a grown ups hands as if stirrups, the stupid cat had all it's weight on it's one leg and it's claw torn into my flippin' finger!?  How the crap does this stuff happen to ME?

Of course I didn't just drop her because I didn't want to hurt or scare her.  I picked the cat up by the scruff of the neck and pulled her out of my finger (all the while mildly cussing).  Then came blood.  So much blood. It hurt so bad that I kept whipping my hand to somehow stop the pain; only later did I find dozens of tiny blood spatters that I then needed to clean up.  I washed it; bactine'd it, and bandaged it - but only after the bleeding stopped.  There was a good 5 minutes or so of me holding bloody wet papertowels on it, applying pressure while keeping it above my head!

I now have an inch long gash in my finger.  It literally *could* have been stitched.  If I had superglue I would have used that.  For real.  I would have.  Instead I just keep airing it and putting a band-aid over it with some neosporine.  A gash and another claw hole.  Must have been two claws.  I kid you not.

So, that shot my plans for dying my hair last night, and showering.  Good times.

Chapped Lips and Burnt Toast

Please do not ask me why I titled this post, "Chapped Lips and Burnt Toast".  It was the first thing that popped into my brain as I chewed on my bottom lip, as I often do, and thought about how when I was a child I used to love buttered toast with cinnamon on it.  Yum.

For the first time in a seemingly long while I produced some art today.  Nothing big.  Nothing great.  My delight comes purely from just the act of *doing* it.  Life gets itself so hectic and busy and then forces us to look back and think, wow, I wish I'd had more time for *insert project here*.  Today I just went for it.  At lunch I spent a good 20-30 min sitting on my futon, drawing.  With sharpies and colored pencils in hand, I drew a pic of myself as a child.  I changed the expression and some other things, but for the most part kept to the photo. 

This is what I created:

Yeah, I know it's not great, but it's SOMETHING.  I have never been that good at faces.  Honestly, I just avoided it most of my school years, really.  I focused on body parts, like the hands, and mastered them.  I left the faces for the "other guys".

Sorry, just had a Tommy Boy moment and pictured Chris Farley doing air quotes with his hands and saying, "other guys". 

Other than that, the cool, crisp Autumn air has filled the city.  My house is lit with candles that reflect the changes in the Season, and I sit, wrapped in my homemade afghan.  Happy.  Content.  I love this time of year!