really it should be spelled "Janruary" if we're going for consistency...

Jaaaanuary

admitedly not my favorite month

nor February

although February means Valentine's Day which inevitably brings Valentine's Day candy which don't worry, is already in stores in case you were wondering.  I also may or may not have plowed my way through a bag of peppermint patties shaped like hearts with pink insides, and they were good, REAL good.  February is tolerable I suppose.

March?  Other than my cute little neph's birthday and St. Patty's day-also coincidentally the Connie's birthday, I'm not sure anything good ever happened, ever, during the month of March.

Yes, these next three months are a revolving door of blah insterspersed with a few good snowstorms until finally one is allowed to step out to the other side and suddenly it's hello April! Welcome rain!  And then May at last and we are done, usually.  You never know when a freak blizzard will rock the foundation of Zion afterall, here we must be prepared for the perpetual dying last words of winter.

Considering this, I'm tucked in for the wait, survival of the fittest if you will.

I'm convinced good things are afoot for 2010.

And I certainly won't let you, January, or you, February, and especially not your ugly sister March make me feel otherwise.  

If wishes were fishes

The snowblowers are squealing full force outside this house, the Nublet is down for a nap and I honestly have no idea how he's sleeping through this racket.  Normally, a mouse fart could wake that kid up.  Having said that,  the karmic forces of the universe would dictate that he will now wake up promptly so I better hustle to finish this.  Did you know that "hustle" is one of my favorite words?  I like words that combine "s" and "t" where the "t" is silent.  I'm just giving you conversation topics we can discuss in case we ever meet which isn't likely but store that nugget of information away anyway okay because I'm horribly awkward in new social situations, or maybe just in general.

Did you have a good Christmas?  Mine was exactly how it should have been, minus the drive down to Connie and Lane's with my Grandma's squealing hearing aides causing the Nub to wail and gnash his teeth in protest and fear.  A chinese fire drill in Indianola solved that problem and I ended up in the back seat as consolation.  He stroked my hair and sucked his thumb and eventually calmed back down, right in time to get there.  It was fun.

We did eat.  We did sleep much.  I read both "The Hunger Games" and "Catching Fire" and have now moved on to "The Historian".  I also have an entire library book bag full of your other suggestions for when I finish that one.  Let's just hope I remember when they're due to avoid a $35 dollar late fee like last time  mmmkay?  SLC county libraries apparently go all Chuck Norris on you when it comes to late fees and now you know.

I can hardly believe that the last few days of 2009 are upon us.  I'm not sad to see it go, I've had better years in truth.  My KKR (beware if you click that link you will be visually assaulted with some awkward photos) sent me a package in the mail a few days ago, I sent her nothing of course, I'm a taker I tell you.  I take and take and give NOTHING IN RETURN.  Sorry KK, you love me anyway, right?  This package had all sorts of treasures, like a 2 lb bag of semi-sweet Ghiradhelli chocolate chips, and bags of Pirate's Booty, and a little owlet for the Nub to play with (yes, I still love owls), and a headband and a bracelet.  Now, I'm not much of a jewelry wearer, I only ever wear simple earrings and my wedding bands, and a smile of course.  BAM!

But this bracelet, this bracelet I like.

  
I've decided that little wishbone represents 2010 for me and I'm going to channel all the powers of The Secret  to make it through the next 12 months in much better shape that the last 12 months left me.

Wishing and hoping, and thinking and praying...

HAPPY NEW YEAR in two days!

swilling the good stuff

this child has no hope if he's already sucking down DP at the tender age of 16 months

shotgun?

and scene

feliz navidad

impart your wisdom

Christmas break, I say that like I'm still in college or something, anywho...

we're heading down to bunk in at Connie and Lane's for the weekend.  Which means extra hands to help with crazy 16 month old, which means free time for me to snake my dad's jumbo recliner and sit back with a book.

A BOOK,

I MIGHT HAVE TIME TO ACTUALLY READ A BOOK!

So I need some recommendations.  I want a book that will keep me enthralled, that is not hugely time consuming or major difficulty to get through, I am not down with that for the time frame I have.  Some sadness is okay, though I vote no for generally depressing since it is the holiday season and all.  

Now it's your turn, talk to me people.  

I recently read "The Help"just for the sake of reference, I know, I'm a bit late on catching that train...  

the moral of this story is you're ridiculous

Christmas Countdown

t-minus 5 days

gifts=wrapped

shopping=done

crafting=mostly done

weight gained thus far=I'm guessing about 4 lbs, refuse to verify, jeans still zip, fat rolls a bit more pronounced however

On that note, you know what bugs?  When tall people are sticks.  Short people, that's fine, be a stick, whatever.  I'm a solid girl, athletically built.  I can say that even though people who usually mark that box are lying to themselves.  What?  You know I'm right.  In my case though it's really true.  Broad shoulders, strong arms, solid thighs (that rub rub rub).  In high school I maxxed out more on leg press than my entire track team, everyone except my brother who is gigantor, him I did not beat.  Everyone else, yes.  Sometimes I think about a 2nd career in speed skating.  I think I have real potential what with my predisposition to giant thicky thick thighs, and the Kearns speed oval is right up the freeway or whatever.  The only problem would be figuring out how to skate on ice and squeezing into a lycra suit.  Minor details really.

I digress. I bring all this up because today I was blurfing (blog surfing) though this random lady's blog who'd just had a baby 2 months ago and was complaining about being fat.  She said her goal weight was 130 lbs.  130 LBS, and she's 5'10".  She currently weighs 165 and hates it.  Also, she has 5 kids.  Uh hi, I don't think I've seen 130 on the scale since somewhere around the 5th grade.

Who on earth is 5'10" and weighs 130 lbs after 5 kids? I'd pat myself on the back and go eat another Christmas cookie for weighing 165 lbs after having any kids!

Lady.  Reality is calling, it wants me to slap you in the face to check yourself before you wreck yourself.  I mean if you want to starve your poor little body into oblivion go right ahead.  Me, I like myself too much.  Plus 130 is borderline unhealthy for people my height.  Unless your name is Giselle Bundchen and you recently birthed out Tom Brady's baby.  For you I'm sure 130 is absolutely obese.

There is much to be said for frame and body type.

Even though this lady and I are the same height and currently roughly around the same weight, though she aspires to be much less, pretty sure I'd could  take her in a street fight.

Plus if we were pioneers she'd be the first to die between the two of us.

And that's what really counts.

weight ain't nothin' but a numba

I have no problems with food

My child is a difficult eater, obviously not a trait he inherited from me

am I alone in this?

tell me your secrets if otherwise, or join me in tearing my hair out

over at Rocky Mountain Moms Blog

if you write it you should put your name on it so I did

hey hey hey

I'm at Bloom today

come visit!

you can print it out and put it on your fridge if you want to

The cards are out and most likely all received at this point

so I'll share with you a reject from the

2009 familia de Verbie  Christmas card photo shoot

Happy Chrismakkuh

 from Yours Truly (sick of smiling), the easily distracted Red-Hawked Cockatoo

and Squinty McGee

who absolutely cannot be asked to open his eyes for a picture outside because it's so painfully bright and I'm being insensitive for even asking him to do it in the first place... the horror, the HORROR!