So, I have this thing

I have an extensive list of things I don't care to do.

That is the polite way my children and I tell each other we hate something.

Thing One used to get it all confused.

"Thing, would you like broccoli and banana bisque?"

"No, mommy, I don't forcare it."

"Good call, lil dude, let's have ice cream instead!"

But I digress.

On my list of things I don't forcare there is:

1.) Attend office parties featuring no one I know

2.) Getting all dressed up

3.) Going shopping

Well, guess what I am doing? Go ahead, guess, I betcha you'll get it!

I will be attending an office Christmas party for my husband's new place of employment at which the dress is "holiday cocktail attire."

If you were paying attention to the list you would have seen that item two (2) means this is not my dream evening and that I lack the wardrobe for such events which leads us to item three (3).

Friday I went to Seattle for the joint purposes of lunching with my beloved (that would be Mr. Logo!!) and shopping.

There were some little snags.

I sorta kinda lost my wallet temporarily,

AND

I was shopping with two small boys.

Needless to say,

I didn't find anything.

But that was ok, because the very next day I went on the Batan Death March,

no no no,

I mean, I went shopping with my esteemed elder sister,

who occasionally reads this blog and will be in no way criticized at any time.

She managed to find me a dress and the bits and pieces these dresses require.

So I present to you now,

Logo a la party dress mode.

The whole thing...

the fancy lil hemline with strappy heels...
the shiny lil doo-dad and a close out of the velvet burn out fabric, and.. OMG!! Did you see that?? I have CLEAVAGE!

The girls are quite happy in their booster seats and I guess since I will look ok and be comfortable I can survive a Christmas party, besides, it's going to be at the aquarium, that could be cool, right?

Sheesh, you men have it easy, stick on a tie with a tree and voila, you're done.

There's simply no justice in the world.

A little of this and a little of that

Here is a pic of our bird feeders during the snow.

Our lil feathered friends were very busy eating during the cold snap.

The snow is totally gone at this point but there are places on the road where the sand is still really heavy.

This may not seem significant to you, but as a motorcyclist, it's pretty important to me.

I LOVE living in the NW by the way.

Last week we had ice and snow everywhere but this week we are back to normal and that means I went out for a ride this evening on my new bike

:D

I cruised through the neighborhood where I got to see some lovely Christmas lights then headed out to the main road where I opened it up a little bit, yay. And even though I was only wearing a pair of jeans when I returned home I was not anywhere near being an ice-pop.

You have to love that, 50 degrees at 7:00 PM.

Next pic is the table Thing One set for his dad's birthday.

He got out the etiquette book and he did the whole thing himself. The everyday table cloth was not good enough, we had to use the Norataki china from my gramma, the crystal from Mr. Logo's mom, he brought out the candles, and made and decorated place cards for everyone. He even handwashed all the china himself. How awesome is that?

Next we have a gift I got from my Susie Qoo. A mini coffee pot!

Is it not cute?

Is it not precious?

Oh, and on my ride I determined something. My bike is definitely a girl.

I'm thinking we may have to go with Red Molly.

Jury's still out on the name though.

That's for you, Dan, I know how you love the movie links.

Now, whose life did we say it was?

When in the course of canine/human events it becomes necessary for one dog to reclaim the web log which has connected her with others and to assume among the bloggers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle her.... in short,
Ariella here, and dang it, they are at it again. If it weren't bad enough they bogart the couch, the blog, the bed and the chocolate they also deny me the call of the wild. So fine, they want to feed the birds, ok, too much Mary Poppins in the formative years would be my diagnosis, but whatever. However, they could have the decently to let me chase away the non-avian interlopers who insist on invading my yard and stealing the food they put out for the birds!

The filthy little theives actually ripped open and stole the entire suet block on this other post but am I allowed to chase them away? Tear their nasty tiny tails from their sneaky little bodies? Ooooh nooo, because they are" sooooo cute!"

Whatever!

Color me displeased.

Other than that, everything is fine.

Ariella out.

Happy Birthday, honey!

It's a BIRTHDAY QUIZ

For a guy who's a star!

Well, he is in my book anyway.

Here is a pic of him letting a dozen kids on a sugar high chase him with water balloons.

This year he also coached Little League, took his older son to Montana on his motorcycle, changed careers, and bought me a new motorcycle.

Here's to hoping it's an even better year that coming!

Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

This year Thing One and Thing Two (along with their parental units) have requested family and friends help us donate to familes in need rather than give us gifts. We are doing this through The Heifer Project.

Our page is also available now through Christmas at the top of my links.

If a charitable gift has not been part of your holiday celebration I hope you will consider joining us. If you do this kind of thing regularly but have not already donated your allotted amount to another organization I invite you too.

Thing One is hoping to raise enough to donate a water buffalo,

Thing Two wants to donate a llama and a hive of bees.

(Links to songs included especially for Dan who has a weird nipple)

Donations of $10 are options under sheep and seedlings but of course there is no pressure.

Anyway,

Hope everyone has a very nearly painless Monday.

Now I really have the power!!

Yesterday the Logophile family went out to catch up on snow delayed errands. While we were out we stopped at a Yamaha dealership. As anyone who reads this blog more than occasionally will know, I've been wanting a Yamaha V Star 1100. And as fate, karma, chance, or an incredibly benevolent supreme being would have it, there was a candy apple red model with silver shadow flames sitting on the showroom floor, and they wanted it gone.

So we bought it.

It is sitting in my garage.

It is sleek and smooth,

it has a lovely purr that deepens up to a roar,

it shines and glistens,

and it is all mine.

Thanks, Mr. Logo, you are the BEST!

By the way,

opinion poll here,

do you think vehicles ought to be given names and assigned genders?

If so, what are your suggestion for my brand new bike?