Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, good-bye Georgie

Well, I didn't write anything since the 22nd (I'm lame) so I thought I'd at least say happy holidays (all of the different ones).



On the 22nd I became Mrs. W. Jims' been gone since the 6th so I've been in a bit of a poor me mood. I don't have much to say. I've been reading all of your blogs but I haven't left comments due to being melancholy. So, sorry for that.



Katy, I have no wedding pictures. We got married in the judges chambers and the girls don't make great photographers. We're going to have a big wedding when he comes back for good.

Thanks to Pumkin Delight for interviewing me as I have had not much to talk about. Being melancholy doesn't do much for writing.

1. Who is your hero? Why?

I really don't know how to answer this. I have so many people in my life that I think of as "heroes". For example, my mom brought up seven kids and she's still sane. I have three and I'm crazy, go figure. I've been blessed enough to know many people in the military. I'm even lucky enough to be married to a soldier about to depart on his fifth combat tour. My girls always end up with the best teachers. Mad still talks about her kindergarten teacher. So, short answer made long...I have too many to choose from.

2. You have an hour completely free to yourself, what do you do? (You can’t say any housework or anything to do with the kids/family.) Why?

This is easy because I have fantasies about this. I would put on comfy fuzzy p.j.s and lay on my couch with a blanket and watch tv. That's it, I'm not hard to please. BTW, this includes not having to hear "MOM", or "MOMMA", or "I'M HUNGRY" at all while enjoying this hour. The hour seems to be a rip off as well. I deserve a DAY.

3. If you could meet any person in the world, who would it be? Why?

This is a tough one as well. I don't take this lightly you see. I'll go with Michelle Obama for now. I'd like to find out what she went through while Barack was cruising his way into the White House. She makes me think of Jackie O for some reason. I just LOVE her.

4. What is your favorite food? Least favorite food?

Favorite: Jims' drunk chicken. It's very good. You stick a tall boy can of beer (about 2/3 full of beer) up a whole chickens' ass and cook it on the grill. First we season with 1/2 olive oil and 1/2 vinegar amongst other seasonings up the butt, around the outside, and under the skin. Sounds dirty huh? It's good though.
Least favorite: I have a thing about the texture of a food. If the texture is off I'll puke. I mean that. I don't like beets, beans (excepts green beans), greens (unless it's spinach in lasagna), anything slimy or gritty pretty much.

5. How old do you wish you were? Why?

I'm right where I want to be age wise. I'm 30, I'm older and (arguably) wiser. Yet still young enough that I get carded for buying likker. That's what counts in my world.


I guess that's all for now. I'm going to try to at least say hi every day. It's truly a shame to go nearly a month without saying *hi* to my friends.

P.S. Suck it George, you're out