Now with No Solar Flares!

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ByDeb

From my pal Eddie

I’m assuming that the solar flares have come back and stopped you from adding new posts. Ahem. 🙂

I know, I’ve been horrible about writing lately, wherein lately means the last 18 months. I keep reading all these posts about how blogging is dead. I’m very suggestible, you know.

Okay, so, here’s what’s happening: We are back in Oregon for a couple months! Remember how I said that our goal when we bought our very tiny house in a very cheap town was so we could afford to travel a little? Well, I’ve been saving all year, and here we are! Are you mentally bracing yourself for endless nature blathering and obnoxious beach pictures? If not, you should be.

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The kids have celebrated three out of the last four birthdays in Oregon, and last year we were all sad that we skipped a year and spent it in boring ol’ Colorado. So we decided to come back. The difference being that we are not homeless this time, so I am actually feeling a little homesick. Mixed Feelings: the Hallmark Of Adulthood.

I keep seeing all kinds of Christmas decorating posts everywhere, and am practically faint from the desire to make a tree skirt out of faux fur (Faux fur has to be good for SOMEthing, Mel).

Instead, we bought a teeeeenny tiny tree from the local hardware store and a strand of multicolored Christmas lights. Total cost: $19.95. The kids made candy cane decorations from sculpey and puffy ornaments from pom-poms and pipe cleaners. I still have not wrapped one single thing, but I did buy some paper at the Walmarts (grumbling the whole time – might as well throw a twenty dollar bill directly in the trash, that’s how I feel about wrapping paper) and also remembered tape, so I’m practically finished.

We are having a Very Scaled Back Christmas this year, because Hello! I brought you people to the beach! Hopefully this is the first step on the road to less materialistic Christmases, primarily because materialistic entitled children are icky and also because I think we can cap the Personal Lego Collection at around 4 million bricks, give or take a few that might have gotten sucked up in the vacuum on days when mom didn’t feel like bending over to rescue them.

Bending over is for the birds. I’m 40, you know. I even bought new shoes the other day, with the only criteria being comfortable and slip on. Shoe Laces: Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That. I am coveting some Uggs I saw at the mall a while back, but can’t quite shake the image of Pamela Anderson wearing nothing but Uggs and a red bikini in the 90s. Well, Pam Anderson and the $200 price tag, that’s also standing in my way. I’ll have to wait for Tightwad Deb to get distracted, then I can pounce.

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