Friday Wrap-Up

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I'm so distraught! Did you hear?? Due to intellectual property issues (the designer of Bratz was working for Mattel when he came up with the concept of the dolls, but then went to work for MGA who now manufactures the dolls), MGA will have to discontinue manufacture of the Bratz dolls after the holidays. You know, this was the first time there was a prostitot doll (or any doll for that matter) named after me!! A Dana doll! And now I won't have the gratification of seeing my namesake in the toy aisles any longer. It's a sad, sad day in toy-land!

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It's time again for Christmas tree hunting. This is one of the few family traditions we've managed to embrace and keep alive since husband and I blended families 6 years ago. This will be the third year at the tree farm we'll visit Saturday. These folks take a picture of your family every year (with your "kill") and then post it (along with the other families) to a bulletin board the following year so that you can take it home. Then there is the free hot chocolate, coffee, popcorn and cookies ... YUM!

This year Cam will pick out the tree (we let the kids take turns each year choosing the tree). I'm certain there will be lots of pictures at some point.

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I've got to do a little weirdness meme this weekend. Jormengrund tagged me (he clearly hasn't learned I don't play well with others) and because he took any chance of regular sex with his wife his own life into his hands in doing so, I'm actually going to play. I know ... I know ... it's hard to believe that I might be able to come up with seven weird facts about myself, but I'll try to find something to talk about!

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Along those lines, can I just say that I despised the Wednesday Weirdness BONUS question this week? For those of you who might not follow Wednesday Weirdness, the question was, "Have you ever fantasized about having sex with any blogger friends? Would you be daring enough to reveal five of them?" Reading these was like being the one kid no one wanted on their kickball team! It's not that I want to sleep with everyone who blogs (I do have morals you know), but it felt like a darn popularity contest. Pick me!! Pick me!! Publicly announce your lust for me so that everyone will know that I'm the hottest chick/dude in the blogging world and that those not mentioned just SUCK!

*Gathers self after stomping feet and throwing tantrum*

OK, I feel better now! Who knew there were such long-lasting, emotional scars attached to playground sports??

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