Santa's Throwing Me Some Mixed Messages.

Oh, is this the blog post where we put up pictures of our kids and our dogs and our family eating pecan pie?

Yeah, I'll get back with you on that.

Just as soon as I find my camera. I think it's somewhere under the wrapping paper, the boxes or the pecan pie.

I really will post pictures this week because, let's be honest, your Christmas isn't complete without seeing pictures of my kids. Is it? It's okay to admit it. It isn't. I get that. That's sweet.

In the mean time I will confess to you that Santa blew in like the raging lunatic that he is and left far too much under our tree. He left games that he forgot to buy batteries for. He left puzzles that he apparently purchased at Big Lots because the pieces were warped and Remi finally said, "What happened to this puzzle?" Before tossing it in the trash. And he left a desk in 48,000 pieces for me and the AG to put together the night before.

Can you believe that?

What happened to the good ol' days, when I was 7,8,9 and Santa came in and did all the work himself? I mean, honestly, how did my Barbie Doll Dreamhouse get put together? SANTA, that's who. But now, the man leaves crap for me to do. What'supwiththat?

And here is the part where I say what every single mother on the face of the planet was saying on Christmas morning:

Why did we spend $400,000 on toys and their favorite thing is the 99 cent foam swords that were a last minute thought at the check-out line at Hobby Lobby? Seriously?

And all God's mama's said, "whoop-whoop!"

I even got fixed up this year - you can see what all Santa brought me over at the side on my little Amazon Ferris wheel. (I worked on that thing for like 45 minutes so would you please just look at it? As you can tell by that sentence I am still kind of peeved about the 1,000 piece desk vs. foam sword debacle of 2009. But I digress...)

My favorite gift was my new Kindle. I have been asking for one for one for two years now and I love it! Because let me tell you, there is nothing more nauseating than having to hold a big, heavy book in my hand while I read. Horrors! Next year I am asking for one of those hospital beds that lift your back up or your legs. And the year after that? A little Rascal. And I can them look forward to my 15 minutes of fame by appearing on a show about "Women Who Don't Move" - its likely to be on Discovery Health.

So I got my Kindle, but I also got a Wii Fit. Is Santa trying to throw me a big hint? Because if he is he shouldn't have filled my stocking with Reese's. I can't decide what to do - eat the Reese's? Plug in the Wii Fit? I'm in a quandary, I'm not gonna lie.

All in all it was a blessed Christmas and I hope yours was as well. Please tell me what Santa left you and if he threw in some mixed messages on you as well. My girlfriend told me she got a Karaoke machine for Christmas, which was odd since her husband bought himself some headphones. Now that, my lovelies, is mixed signals.