Other than teachers, I never knew who bought holiday decorations. Little did I know that it would be ADULT ME!
I'm currently in the process of obtaining the contents for my first year-round holiday box, since this is technically the first year I've lived without roommates (I don't consider Nathan a roommate since I love him) and once you no longer have roommates - you can decorate the hell out of your home with no concern for others.
Just incase this somehow isn't clear, a holiday box is a box full of holiday decorations for all the holidays of the year. AND WE ALL SHOULD HAVE ONE IN OUR HOMES! I don't think we need to go nuts with excessive decorations, but there are such simple things you can do to make your home look more festive and warm. And the Dollaramas these days have stuff that don't necessarily look like they came from Dollarama!
The decorations don't always have to be lame signs (like the one I have above). Subtly allude to the oncoming holiday with colours or accoutrements! Look at this Easter piece I just got for $2 that I intend to put in a vase in mid-March.
You're telling me that's not gorgeous? Get out of here.
Get on this, everyone!
NOTE: If you don't have any siblings, I recommend that you leave this post. It'll only make you feel worse about being an only child.
Now, the rest of you: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LUCKY YOU ARE TO HAVE A SIBLING?! I really hope you do. Here are mine.
I think I've been overly in love with my brothers for about... 14 years or so. It started when I was around 16 years old and they suddenly started treating me like a real person. I used to think of them as polar opposites for some reason (I think that idea was based on the kind of music they liked?) and that I was the link between them that would bring us all together. Kind of a self-centered thought, but it made sense to me at the time.
In any case, there were years when I was closer to one of them and then years when I was closer to the other. This went on for awhile until finally coming to the present day where I like to think we're all in a wicked place with one another. I don't know what kind of person I'd be without them and I'm not sure they even know how strongly I feel about us all.
Actually, I think they know. I'm pretty vocal about that kind of stuff.
What the hell is my point here? I guess it's that I hope you're close with your siblings. And if not close, then I think it's good to have some kind of communication with these people who share so much of your past. I pride myself on not judging people too swiftly, but if I ever come in contact with someone who tells me they have a bad relationship with one of their siblings? Yikes. I almost immediately write them off. Is that wrong? 'Cause I can't stop that feeling.
It's kind of a (previously unspoken, now public) dream of mine that one day when me and my brothers are all married and old and all of our wives and husbands have passed away, then me, Gary and Robbie can live in a house together again. If that can somehow happen, I'll lose my mind I'll be so happy.
Anyway, this was a lot of rambling. Can we just consider this post to be a PSA about maybe giving your brother or sister a call to see what's up?
I've never been a crazy huge fan of the show, but I'm kind of excited to see what he'll want to do next.
If you've ever kept hand cream in your purse, this is the one to buy. The main reasons?
- It doesn't make your hands feel oily.
- You only need to use a tiny drop of it each time you use it, so it lasts forever.
- There is no smell. Absolutely no flowery shit here. Just a normal, nothing kind of smell.
Is $10 too expensive for a 1.4 ounce bottle? I don't think it is. Especially considering the fact that cheaper brands last barely a month and feel oily as hell.
Also, are you lotioning your hands right? I feel like you may not be. What I like to do is put a tiny drop on the top of each hand and then rub that in. Why do people always put the cream in their palms first? That makes no sense to me - your palms are not dry and never will be. You should be taking care of that wintery, withered, constantly-exposed hand skin, damnit.
I kind of knew that I probably wasn't going to enjoy this book after reading the first line on the first page, "This book is about many things I want to say about being a man." And I'm not saying that I wouldn't want to read any book starting with that line - but when it's written by a celebrity (in the mid 90s) who's had a successful show based on his thoughts on the gender divide... I should kind of know what I'm in for after hearing that opening statement.
To be honest, I really can't think of why I wanted to buy/read this book in the first place. And I hate it when that happens. Maybe the "New York Times Bestseller" swayed me? Maybe 'cause he's a gorgeous man? I don't know. But I need to be choosier with the next book I read since I haven't really gotten off to a good start this year.
The only things I kind of smiled at were:
- "In the end, women are not much different from golf. With both, the mystery is never revealed. Right when you think you've got it, you suddenly feel like a beginner."
- When he talks about the different temperatures that men and women prefer their tub water to be at: "You could boil fish in a woman's bathwater. And by the time it turns lukewarm, she's out."
But that's it! For the most part, there's a lot of "women love shoes and shopping" kind of talk that doesn't really go anywhere. But again, with that opening line - I should've seen it coming. All in all, it was a pretty disappointing book. Probably best to stick to the reruns of Home Improvement and skip this one altogether.