The week before Thanksgiving – Heaven Help Me

This will be brief, though it breaks my heart that I have this fancy new website and no time to play with it.  December.  December will be my month to clean up the categories and post my blog roll.  And to write some content that doesn’t work better than a Unisom.

I have a 12-15 page paper due December 1st, a 20-25 page paper due December 8th, and a 15-20 page paper due December 10th, and in between Thanksgiving happens.  My awesome PIL from Georgia are coming and while they are here my FIL and Hubs are going to replace the fuse box with some new-fangled breakers and switch out our HVAC system.  An awesome thing, yes?  Also, very stressful because of all that literary scholarshippy geniusy stuff I have to do.

So I’m going to set out doing that, stopping first to wrap a bunch of birthday presents for The Hubs and maybe do some calming deep breathing.  Here is your “moment of Zen”, and make sure you turn up your speakers.

Yes, I am well aware that I’ve just posted a video of my cat purring.  I’m fully OK with all that entails, and recognize my Crazy Cat Lady tendencies, secure in the knowledge that they will never get the best of me.

Random Update

Halloween was last weekend, and for the first time in a long time me and The Hubs went out. We actually went to a wedding Saturday afternoon (a costume wedding – what a neat idea, yeah?) and ate some grilled cheeses with our dear friend The Swisher and then all got ready for a night out on the town.

The plan was to go to Gallery 5, a local art gallery (and so much more) located in Jackson Ward. So that’s what we did. I got my Tarot cards read by a women who seriously had no energy left to give a crap and saw a band that rocked my face off.   Apparently they’ve been around for three years, so I’ve obviously been living under a rock.  I’m probably going to write them up on the other blog I write (for work) so keep an eye out there.

I already put our costume pictures up on Facebook, so I won’t bore you with them here  (since I’m friends with both my readers on Facebook – hi guys!) and I’m sure some other people out there managed to get pictures of the event that don’t look like they were taken by a three year old.   In fact, this person has pictures on Flickr even as we speak.

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already.  I’m behind on everything – from laundry to scholarly pursuits, but I thought I’d take a minute to put SOMETHING here now that I’m actually on the interwebs for real.  No more training wheels.

I realize it’s been forever since I posted anything about Emma, so here is a little story in pictures you might enjoy – featuring our favorite four-year-old.

Emma Jamz
Emma Jamz

It’s funny, because most pictures of drummers are usually the same.  They are just sitting there, behind those drums, rocking out.  That’s what Emma’s doing here.  She’s rocking out.

Emma Roarz
Emma Roarz

When she’s rocked quite enough we went outside for some general running around and going crazy.  This is Emma roaring mightily.  She kept yelling “What?!?!” ala Lil’ John, which I understand is something her parents taught her years ago.

Emma Smilez
Emma Smilez

Give a kid a bunch of candy and juice and they’ll keep you entertained for hours.  Not that we did that…much.

Emma Glamz
Emma Glamz

In my shameless ploy to be Emma’s “favorite” that night, I presented her with a pink feather boa with the brief explanation that every girl needs a pink feather boa.  I saved the tiara for the next time I sense that The Hubs might be her “favorite” that particular time.

**a note about “favorites”.  The Illustrious Father of Emma told us a little story wherein he, Emma, and several other folks were at the beach for vacation.  Emma asked a friend of the family if she would carry her down to the water.  The friend of the family replied that Emma was perfectly capable of walking herself, and Emma said that she was fully aware of that, she would just prefer to be carried.  The friend of the family asked, “Why?  Why do you want me to carry you?” To which Emma replied, “Because you’re my favorite.”  Sneaky, clever, and totally effective, of course.  We all try to be Emma’s favorite every time we see her.  I’m convinced this will turn her into a great lobbyist or movie star, and hopefully not a cult leader.

So, now that you’ve been hit by that tidal wave of adorableness, I will bid you adieu.  I’m off to find interesting pictures and stories to share with you.  After I finish the mountain of schoolwork and workwork I need to do.

Adieu, ya’ll.  Adieu.