Number 2

November 24, 2006Maybe I will post. Sometimes. Occasionally. When I feel like it. Yes.

So, my family got our Christmas tree today. My dad just had surgery on his sinuses, so he wasn't supposed to lift more than 5lbs. Guess who totally man-handled that tree. ME! Thank you, I am an Amazon. I seem to have been the runt. Anyway... In carrying said tree, I got sapped. I am serious, that thing was super-injected with sticky goodness. I also got a bit of tree in my eye. NOTE: Don't try to get bark out of your eye if your hands are full of sap. So we got the tree home, and my hands were covered. I washed them with soap, but the sap clung like Napalm. My mom said, "You can use Soft Scrub." Well, it worked, but my hands still smell like bleach. I washed them with regular soap afterward. They then smelled like berry bleach.

I can't win.

The tree, however, looks lovely. It is filled with random ornaments of varying materials: wood, plaster, paper, that spongy green stuff that tastes like salt... Yes, our family has gathered some weird ornaments over the years. Our tree looks... Homey. Heh, that's a good word. But I wouldn't change it.

Number one

November 24, 2006I probably won't be posting on here. I mostly just got it so that I could stalk all of my friends. I have a facebook, though. Um, but I don't write on that, either. Man... I am so boring!