Christmas is finally over, the last of the decorations are all put in the rubbermade totes. The kids are back in school, and it's time to start thinking about doing all those home improvement projects that have been on my list for quite some time now. First, I would REALLY REALLY like to have a microwave in my kitchen that actually works, and doesn't spark and sound like a nuclear bomb when cooking chicken nuggets. Running up and down from the basement to the kitchen is slowly wearing on me. I would also like to replace our dishwasher in our kitchen, as the soap dispenser does not work. The lid is broke off, so it's always a gamble as to whether the dishes will actually get cleaned, or if remnants of last nights spaghetti will linger and greet me when I open the door to unload. I really really hate that.
My list also includes moving my boys out of the same room, and into separate bedrooms. They are convinced they want their own rooms, I personally, like them to contain the carnage of dirty boy to one room in the house. I am not winning this battle. Daily I hear from them about having their own room. Mainly from Drew, as Cole has discovered axe body spray, and is convinced Cole is slowly killing him off with the fumes.
I also have a wee bit of a problem growing in my basement. The scrapbook room is out of control. Imagine if you will, the worst you can visualize a scrapbook room to be, and then double it. It's probably really close to what I have going on in my basement. Boxes and boxes of product, and layouts, and more product and uppercase living clutter..all shoved into (not so well I might add, it's spilling out into the hallway now.)one room. I have turned into one of those packrats that are always featured on Oprah and Montel. Seriously. Friend Kelly keeps telling me she will come over and help me clean it out, (or at the very least be the voice of reason in telling me to throw out the early 2005 Paper Fever paper, if I haven't used it by now I never will) but I know what that means. It means 90 percent of what I have in the room will be GONE. Friend Kelly doesn't mess around. She is a purging machine. I'm not gonna lie.That scares me a bit. What has become of me? I have gone from being organized and everything has it's place in this space, to being the lady from the Today show who couldn't throw away any gift bag or tissue paper she had ever received. EVER. Her whole house was like a discount gift wrapping emporium. Mine, is a starting to look like Archivers without the pretty fixtures.
In other news. We have a new member of the family. Santa is not a very smart man apparently, but a sucker for a good Christmas list. You see he knows, that when a 10 year old who is teetering on the brink of believing ,(no thanks to the big mouths in his class who can't bear to let the magic continue for someone else, but have to make everyone around them a cynic as well. Don't get me started..lol) asks for something really big you do whatever it takes to hold onto one more year of the magic.
'Dear Santa,
I don't think you are real. I think it's all fake. BUT, just in case you ARE real, the only thing I really want is a dog. One that my mom won't kill or give away. So if you are real, you will make this happen. If I don't get a dog, then I will know you are fake because my mom would NEVER in a million years get another dog. It would be a Christmas miracle.
Love,
Cole #9
So as you can see, apparently Santa thought it was a good idea to deliver. We have had a couple fatalities in the pet arena over the years, so I am pretty sure Santa took one look at the letter and immediately felt horribly sad for Cole, and would have brought him a pony had that been on the list. (In my defense, I have never done bodily harm to a dog before, our weiner dog got ran over, we gave away the boxer because he was just too much dog for us, and frankly, everyone, including the dog was miserable. The guinea pig, the cat, the hamster and several fish over the years? Well, we won't go down that road today. lol Don't judge me. I really am a good pet owner, I am.
So Tom Brady is officially a member of the family. Yes, his name is Tom Brady. Brady for short, or several other choice expletives at 4 in the morning when all I wanted to do was stay under the covers, but he decides to go out and romp around in the snow for a piddle.
Time to run. The dryer is beeping at me, and I have a couple Uppercase Parties to close out. Speaking of Uppercase Living..lol. We have a new catalog out! TONS of new items, plus a brand new embellishment library that brought back a lot of different pieces from previous catalogs. To view the catalog, go to www.uppercaseliving.com register as a new customer by using my demonstrator id: 753311 and the registration token: JOHNSON. To view the embellishment catalog you just click on customer resources and it is under there. :) I am one recruit away from promoting to Director, so the push is on. I can't believe how quickly that has happened! Wish me luck, or just sign up to sell...lol :) Under me of course...:) 
