One of my favorite things to do is to lose myself in Meghan’s photography. Her little boy makes my heart squeeze, he’s so cute. If you don’t know about Pyreflies Over Zanarkind, you must go take a look. Grab some coffee and something sweet to go with it and page through her archives. Her photography speaks to me in so many ways. (And yes, she knows I stalk her!)

This post here is just beautiful. The third photo reminds me of the days when Shortman was Xan’s age - and they could be brothers from the back. I want to jump through the monitor and pick him up and swing him around doing airplanes. That was my baby’s favorite thing.

Because I’ve been remembering so much about those days with all my new bloggy friends who have little ones, and that picture summed everything up, I’m awarding Meghan with the Perfect Post November 2007 award. (And now she’s pregnant with #2, so we’ll have newborn pictures to look at next year!)

Meghan, check your email for your badge!

—- And, as always, thanks to Kimberly and Lindsay for creating the Monthly Perfect Posts. If you’d like the opportunity to award your favorite blogger with a nifty little badge for their ‘perfect post’, take a stroll over to Petroville.com and Suburban Turmoil. They’ll tell you all about it. —-

Hey, y’all. I have a question. I’m trying to make my Christmas list. (Please Santa? I’ve been a very, very good girl this year. Yea, I know I made fun of you to the whole internet when you dropped that $25 bottle of vodka on the garage floor, but even you kinda laughed. Remember? I promise I’ll make up for it - with, um, y’know…..cookies!)

So, I have two items on my list. But I need your advice.

1. I want a straight iron. With my new, improved, non-gray hair and cute cut, (which I’ve already spent more money on since October than in the previous 4 years combined for Gawd’s sake), I’d really like to have more “options” than just blowing it dry and walking out of the house. My hair is naturally wavy/curly, but when I dry it, it gets a little frizzy. I want something that will help keep the frizz out. I’m thinking that a big-barrelled curling iron may even help, but, the last curling iron I had was about $14.95. I’m thinking that’s probably not the best option now. So, all of you hotties? Tell me. (So I can tell Santa.) What do you suggest? Brand/model?
2. My next item (and really, the one I want more) is a scanner. Right now, we have a Canon 330 inkjet and an HP Photoprinter. The Canon is great for homework and stuff, the HP sucks ink like I suck, um,…popsicles. In the interest of space, I’m leaning towards getting a combo printer/scanner/copier (I have no phone line, so a fax machine? won’t get used). If I had a scanner, I can share some Hotfessional as a youngster pictures. I know you want that. (Shhhh. Be nice. Stop making those faces.) So, again, any suggestions?

Thank you my friends. I know I can count on you.

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The Bowl Selection Show for NCAA football is on. My stepdaughter, 20, will be going to the Fiesta Bowl with the WVU Mountainqueers (she’s in the colorguard). Ohio State and LSU will be playing in the Championship game. Is it wrong to admit that I danced around the living room last night when Pitt beat (BEAT!) WVU? Well, too bad if it is. I did.

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In other news, I’m back to Chicago tomorrow. Well, depending on American Airlines’ ability to actually leave Detroit at 7:05 a-freakin’-m tomorrow morning. And their abiity to land at O’Horror at 7:20 a.m. Based on the fact that I can hear the wind howling like a banshee outside the window behind my head? I’ll probably be blogging from Gate B8 at Smith Terminal tomorrow for a while. I’m trying to get into my Zen mindset now. Just to be ready.Also, it’s going to be cold. Fucking cold. I have this great full-length down coat (aka “Mom’s Chicago coat) - but I feel like the Staypuft Marshmallow Man when I wear it. I don’t hardly fit through the damned doorways. And airport security? Bah! “Waddle on through ma’am. Oh, but please, take off the bedspread and put it through the x-ray machine.” Granted, I managed to walk 2 1/2 miles while wearing it one night when there was a blizzard while I was there (although the person I was following probably thought I was a stalker). But, hot? Its.so.not. Well, literally, it can be, but y’know, in MY sense of the word? Not so much. Actually, not at all. Oh well. Winter is here again. Damn it. Where is my global warming Al?

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Okay, Mr. Hot is making noises over there like it’s bedtime. And, I guess it should be since I have to get up at 4 a.m. for that fun, fun, fun trip. If you run into this person on the streets of Chicago anytime over the next three days, please make sure to say Hi!
—- And if you don’t mention how much is so fashion-don’t about my outfit, I will probably lick you. And buy you a drink. —-