Merry Christmas to my uterus!

After a darned long strike my uterus decided to cooperate with me again! Hoorah! I feel like writing an ode to my uterus right now, but I'll refrain since I don't want to scare away my male fan base.

But I feel really stuffed up like I'm getting a cold. My throat hurts. NOOOOOOOOOO! I don't want to be sick AGAIN! GAH!

Okay I can't do this. I can't blog. Everytime I try to set my mind free to release it's blog worthy material, all that comes up is : Jesus walks. Jesus walk with me. And then I picture Jake Gyllenhaal's abs. And then Jamie Foxx says : Oorah. (In fact I picture him saying Oorah to my uterus in the first paragraph.) I don't usually like war movies but I there's something about that preview that makes me want to see it. When did Jake Gyllenhaal become so hot ? Look at those shoulders, Yum, good shoulders for vacuuming :)

Well my mom and my cousin are in town for a Christmas shopping spree and I think I'll join then this afternoon. But I'm not even remotely ready to start christmas shopping. I might buy a few decorations though. Steph said he doesn't want to put christmas lights on the house this year. It's too much of a hassle. It must be. For the past 2-3 years he's been sitting in the warm house playing video games while me and my brother freeze our bedonkedonks off putting the christmas lights up... Well I'm more like firmly planted on the ground orchestrating my brother's misery on the roof. So I told steph if we're not going to do christmas lights we better have a kick ass wreath on the door. A Martha Stewart worthy one. He said : Well you can put lights in it. NO! I want a Jingle Bells wreath. One composed of shiny monochromatic bells. In shades of pinks and reds I'm thinking. But I might go for the kick ass wreath AND the lights. I just won't tell him they're there he'll never know :P I'll set the timer for 10 minutes after we usually get home Muhahaha :)

On another note, after the initial age difference shock and the whole she has kids already thing so I'll have a niece and nephew but not 'brand new ones'... I quite like Brian's new gal. I think she might be the nicest girlfriend he's ever had. Well she's super nice to me anyways. Who cares how she treats him ? hah kidding of course. She's very polite and tiny. Yes tiny is good, because if she breaks my brother's heart OR if she receives nice christmas gifts from my family than ME, I can sit on her and cut off her circulation. I'm so theorically mean.

Since I pretty much cleaned my house and did half my laundry last night in anticipation for my mom, the critic, I think I might actually have time and room to paint this weekend! I have an abandoned unfinished canvas in the basement from this summer. I'll probably have to dust it off. If I even decide to go that way. My problem is I care too much what other humans think. (I don't worry about other species, my pets LOVE my paintings.) I'm affraid to finish a canvas for fear that someone might see it and voice outloud : "What the fuck were you thinking? Did you think I was going to think it was good ? Were you going to try to pass it as an abstract?" But I love to paint... so I've decided to chose one of these 2 solutions. I'll either never show them to another human being, or I can get off it and make myself some Quesedillas.

*Vote for Pedro*!