Did anyone know this?

Today I was singing some Disney tunes to myself, as I often do, and I realized something. When Zazu is singing in "I Just Can't Wait to Be King" he says

"This child is getting wildly out of wing..."

He is saying "out of wing" instead of "out of hand." Like, "Geeze, that Simba is getting so out of hand." But wing instead because he is a bird! Oh, Disney.

And this

For myself! (PS I got all of them in under 30 seconds)

For real, Ron, I meant to to add these

For Ron!


For Cameron!

Sporcle! Sporcle! Sp-sp-sp sporcle!

For Ryan!

For Morgan!

For Kelly!

For Lynn!

For Carolyn!

For Baron!

For Jodi!

For Kyle!

For Derek!

For Mom!

For Chuck Diesel!

For Rachel!

Check out this giant baby.

This is Richard Sault.

He was born at 14 lbs 2 oz in California.

It took 2 doctors to lift him out during the C-section.

THAT IS A GIANT BABY.

And Another Thing

Single ply toilet paper is stupid and should not be available to society.

It tears while you are trying to unroll it. Then you have 100 tiny pieces of shred in your hand and they are useless.

Christmas Updates

I have not blogged in awhile, mainly due to the exciting holiday trip to Puyallup, Washington to see my fam. Here are some notable updates:

- I hitched a ride home with my friends Erin and Kelly and Courtney because my car was snowed into my parking lot. It was fun.

- Erin taught me a new alphabet car game, which we played.

- My sire, Tom, loves to play Rock Band on the Wii. He especially loves to get an "Awesome" comment when he is the lead singer and will go to any length, at the cost of our ear drums, to obtain it.

- My grandmother loves Ireland and cats.

- I got an IPOD TOUCH from Santa.

- I did not bring my camera home so I have no documentation of any of this.

- My family is super fun with Christmas traditions. Another blog will have to cover those.

- My brother Kyle got a spinning tie rack from my parents.

Other things happened as well, but these are the ones I could remember now.

Some tallies for you

Total inches of snow fallen during the DECEMBER BLAST in Bellingham WA, according to Paul Lyons: 24 inches

Total days I have been excused from going to my workout at 8am: 2 days

Number of times I have been stuck in the snow: 4 times

Number of days my car has been a prisoner of snow in my parking lot: 1 day

Number of times I have cleaned out Ricky's litter box with the extra time I have to spend in my house: 0

Number of times I have avoided the bathroom because I don't want to clean the litter box: at least 15

Number of worried text messages I have received regarding travel from parents: 10-15

How much I still love the snow on a scale of 1-10: 10

Explanation

Sorry about the "google phone" episode, I was trying to write a blog post from Rachel's Google phone, but it was IMPOSSIBLE.

Please do not get me a google phone for Christmas because I do not know how to work them.

In other news, THERE IS SNOW EVERYWHERE AND MY LIFE IS PERFECT.

I love the snow like Cooper the dog loves his tennis ball. Like Tucker the mini-dog loves his Froggie. Like Sassy the medium dog loves licking the fence. That is how much I love snow.

google phone

I'm glad I didn't sell Rachel

Because today she figured out that if you touch Ricky's nose while he's sleeping on his back, his leg twitches.

Pretty neat.

A Special Young Cat

Roommate for Sale.... Almost

So earlier I was going to write a blog about how Rachel "Selfish" Handysnacks was sleeping

and I was bored

and I was snowed in

and had no one to talk to

so I was mad and

I was going to sell her.

But then she woke up and we took a walk in the snow and ate chinese food at QQ Li's and made snow angels and she redeemed herself. It was fun. So I'm not selling her.

WHAT IS GOING ON.

Why can't I make it so there are spaces between my paragraphs? I am getting irate.

What has happened:

1.) It has snowed in Bellingham.

2.) I have been insane with snow-love.

3) I slipped in the ice today twice in a row. While I was carrying 12 plates. And none of them broke. Not even a chip. It was a snow miracle.

4) I have been so busy loving the snow that I have ignored my blog. I apologize to those of you who keep yourselves from going into a depression by reading a daily dose of my blog. I have not been delivering. But don't worry. Actually, do worry because....

IT'S SUPPOSED TO SNOW AGAIN. On Wednesday night. I can't wait. CANNOT WAIT.

Happy Birthday Ryan Jobe!

Ryan Kristopher Jobe turned 18 on Sunday. EIGHTEEN. That is adulthood. What a freak.

Happy Birthday to Derek!

Derek Charles Jobe, my babyest of my baby brothers, turned sixteen on Saturday. SIXTEEN.

Happy 16th Birthday, Little D.

New Life Goal

I want to visit Santa Claus, Indiana. It is really a real place, for real. It is home to only about 2,000 people, but they are obviously AWESOME people. All the stores and businesses have Christmas-y names (like Rudolph's Hardware or Kris Kringle Hardware) and all the street names do too.

In Santa Claus, there is the only post office in the world to officially bear the name Santa Claus. They get thousands of letters to Santa every year, and is home to Santa's Elves, Inc, which professionally answers letters to Santa to children from all over the world.

Santa Claus Indiana is home to the Santa Claus Museum, which is pretty much the best place ever, as well as the Holiday World Theme Park.

Who wants to go with me and my brother, Kyle? (PS I am assuming my brother Kyle wants to come because he is the holiday spirit personified.)

Dear Grandpa,

Thank you for the Christmas plates. My Bible Study and I really enjoyed them! We even took this picture to show you how thankful we are that you bought these for us.

I love you!

Nicole

Okay. I know he's sideways

..but Kristen got me this pen and I named him Santa Bird. I love him forever. He has a suction cup foot and a beard.

Guess which one is Rachel:

This is Rachel Handysnacks' Precision Roller Dancing Team. Rachel (pictured above, top row center) reached her full height at like age 12. This picture is from 2002, when Rachel was about 15.

Note that this is a roller skating precision team. Six years ago Rachel was on a roller skating team.

He. Hehehe. Hehehe hahaha.

I forgot to put this one up when I was posting these a few weeks ago.

Baron Miller, 1972

My Red Robe

So, the best thing about me is probably my red robe.

Those of you that have seen my red robe - Can you believe that there is not ONE picture of it on the internet? Not one.

My red robe doesn't have a tie-around-your-waist thing like regular, boring robes. No, it zips up from the bottom. And it has a collar. And it is floor-length. It's 100% polyester. And it is awesome.

So, I was going to tell you guys all about it and even show you a picture of it, but the world wide web has boycotted my red robe.

Ricky, Grover, and Chicken-butt

Here is Ricky the Cat and his favorite toy, Tiny Grover. When Ricky got his first e-collar, Rachel made Tiny Grover one too. Ricky loved it and snuggled with it often.

And here is Ricky today:

I didn't realize they were going to shave it quite that much.

Crochet for Change

This lady crochets and knits things as a form of social protest. She recently made the news because she had a hard time getting back into the US from Canada after they found 'suspicious' sketches in her journal of an SUV.

Turns out they were blueprints of her recent project - crocheting an SUV sweater.

She has also crocheted covers for guns and tanks.

I know it's a form of protest, etc etc, but I think Speedy/Squeaky Clean Wheels would look pretty darn cute in a little outfit like that. Christmas present?

The amputee is home.

So Ricky the Cat had his tail amputated. Do you know how much it costs to have a cat's tail amputated? One million dollars.

Ricky better have a seriously amazing purpose in my life.

Also, I was expecting his tail stump to look weird - and I was right. But what I was not expecting was for them to have shaved his entire butt area.

So now he has no tail AND his butt looks like a chicken.

I'm such a proud pet owner. If only everyone could be as lucky as I.

Oh, and to top off the wonderful experience of a cat surgery, Ricky peed in his carrier when we were driving him home.

Yep.

Question

Excerpt from the song "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year":

There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow.

There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories
Of Christmases long, long ago.

Who the freak is telling GHOST STORIES at Christmas?

And not just ghost stories, which could perhaps be explained away with the story of Scrooge and his Christmas ghosts - but SCARY ghost stories.

Seriously, scary ghost stories? Is that all we could think of to rhyme with "glories?" How about Laurie? There are Lauries at Christmas. Or Maury, as in Povitch? He has a Christmas special.

How about another kind of story? Like CHRISTMAS stories?

Dear writer of that song,
Consult me before you write your final draft of lyrics next time.

Love,
Nicole Kristine