Martha I'm not

Yeah, so I know it's been a while since I've blogged about anything. Mainly, I haven't felt like much was "blog worthy." So in an attempt to give you something to read and to leave an impression that I actually do stuff, here you are.
Apparently I'm not a reincarnation of Martha Stewart. I guess I can't be anyway, since she's not dead yet. Whatever I am, I will not be inviting her to my house. EVER. Not because I don't have the cleanest windows on the block, because I do, in fact. I have been cleaning them every couple of days for the last few weeks. The problem is the streaks. I apparently cannot clean a window without leaving major streaks. I am lacking some sort of gene that allows me to clean things sparklingly well. I think Martha took mine.
I have tried just about every trick there is out there. I have tried vinegar, using newspapers, microfiber towels, a squeegee, diluted ammonia, only cleaning them when it's cloudy outside, a Windex gizmo with "sheeting action" as to not leave streaks, automotive glass cleaner, you name it. They are fine when I first clean them, but the streaks come out later and taunt me. It's mainly the window that I see the second I walk in the front door that bothers me the most. It has the most sun coming from the back, so it highlights every little streak. So every time I walk in the door, or even walk past the room, I am greeted by my apparent faulty gene. So, short of curtains, or now coming in from the back door, what do I do? Any ideas????

Alisha's Locks of Love

For about a month, Alisha has been saying she wanted to cut her hair really short. I figured it was a passing phase, and let it go. She kept talking about it all month, so I finally caved and let her. Since she was going to cut so much off, we decided to donate it to Locks of Love. She had about 13 inches cut off, and it's pretty thick. She said she wants to give it to a baby that's bald. I don't think that's quite the idea behind it, but she knows it's going to go to good use.

Christmas 2008

Here are some pictures from Christmas. We took the girls to downtown San Jose, where they have a Christmas village every year. There are carnival rides, trees decorated and donated by local organizations, performers, ice skating, and of course, Santa.

For one of Megan's Christmas presents, I bought her a fancy dress and we went to the Nutcracker Ballet in San Francisco. We went with some friends and had a great time.

























Chris's firm had a holiday party for the kids, and they had a face painter there. Megan loved the Snowflake Fairy look. Alisha didn't dare try it.
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Is it red in here, or is it just me?

So, being generally kinda bored with your life is sometimes a dangerous thing. This is what I did over the Thanksgiving weekend:
(And yes, I know, it's not the greatest pictures of me, but you get the idea.)

Before:

After:


So what do you think? It's not a permanent color, so it will wash out in about a month. I'm festive now, since I have red hair and green eyes.

Halloween

Halloween came and finally went. Megan dressed up as Catwoman, and Alisha was a pink butterfly. Chris dressed up as a disco guy, and I was a "Good Witch," while my friend dressed up as a "Bad Witch."

We had a big day/week. We had our church party the weekend before. The week was filled with parties and activities. Both the girls had parades at the same time at different schools, so Chris and I split up to see them and get pictures. Alisha had a little parade around the school, and then came back to their classroom to sing us a few songs. Megan's teacher dressed up as Snow White, while the other 3rd grade teachers dressed up as his dwarves. It was pretty funny. I went later to help out in Megan's class for their party. We went Trick-or-Treating after dinner, although it was cold and started to rain a bit. The girls got enough candy to put an elephant into a diabetic coma, so we whittled down their loot and sent the rest off to work with Chris.