Wednesday, December 29

Up on the housetop

Really? This is what santa needs on the housetop?
I.   don't.   think.   so.  
Sigh...



Have a merry

It's that most wonderful time of the year.
Or hectic.
Or frantic.
Or happy.
Or, oh yea, what I just said.
So it's the most wonderful time of the year. (followed closely by Thanksgiving, Halloween and the first day of school) 
I am basing this observation on family and friends. With all the craziness in everyday life it is often the holidays, any holiday, that slows us down and makes us pay attention to those around us. It gets us talking to each other. Asking questions, inquiring about plans, laughing, talking, teasing, joking, wondering. So Let me share a little of my holiday with you.  


Lots of bright colors. (As if those walls weren't enough :-)






A place for the kids to try their hand at a game that doesn't plug in, have it's own sound effects and the only level it takes you to is getting "kinged". (Which a 5 year old finds quite delightful)






And a tree. This gets taken care of by the kids on Cookie Day and then tweaked a bit by me as the days go by.


So that's all I've got except for... Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 23

Incentive to drink it black?

Okey-dokey. I think there is a special place for people who special order those weird coffee extravaganzas. (And not a nice place either. Especially if I am in line behind them.)  


But really. How complicated is a Mocha with 2 Equal? 


Apparently too complicated for the barista who took my order!  
Hmmm... really? 

Wednesday, December 22

Cookie Day

There is one gift I get to open every single year. Think about that. EVERY year. How often does that happen? And to make it even better, this has been going on since I was 10.

Now granted, the box is getting a little worn. The ribbon has been switched out and the scotch tape has lost it's sticky and fallen off. But what's inside it has remained the same.
And every time I open it I see my mom.

My mom, a whirlwind of practicality. Need to make cookies for Christmas? No problem. Need to decorate 150 of those buttery delights? Call in the troops and name it Cookie Day. Now how clever is that? Mom clever! (inside scoop: mom clever is when you combine practical with magical and in doing so have everyone begging to help you)

So last Sunday was my "mom clever" day. And my troops turned out almost 400 cookies of all types that we shared with family and friends.

The beauty of it is next year we get to do it all again. Thanks mom, for showing me a way to keep family close at a very busy time of year.

Tuesday, December 14

What Not to Wear

I'm no fashionista, but when I'm out in public I try to dress appropriately for, say... out in public???


This would be as opposed to dressing like someone from the back of Glamour who has a big black box over their eyes. (I'm not talking just bad panty lines.)


I'm here to tell you it's not really that hard, dressing appropriately. Dressing even somewhat respectably. Dressing like you care?


Leave the slippers and PJs at home people!

Wednesday, December 8

Puhleeze---

Those little hospital gowns they give you in the exam room? More like hospital hankies! Never mind asking whether to tie it in the front or back -- either way a boob or cheek will be hanging out there.


My nurse actually had the audacity to grab one out of the drawer, hold it up then eyeball it and me. What she was checking for I don't know cause that gown had to come from the pediatric ward. She then proceeded to hand me a second gown to wear over the first (tie it on the opposite side honey... duh) and then asked if I would feel comfortable walking to X-ray. Okay I'm game. Wish she would have mentioned you have to go through billing and by the lobby first.


X-ray was a balmy 55 degrees (if that). And I do believe any surface that you could possibly sit, lie or lean on was frosty metal. After the contortions she asked from me I think I'm now qualified to teach my own yoga class. 


All that to be declared disgustingly healthy. 

Monday, December 6

Location, location, location...

Drive south and smell the earthiness of whole grain honey wheat bread. Drive north and breathe in the sugar coated air of frosted flakes. Some mornings you can practically see the swirls of aroma wafting through the air like steam off a cup of coffee.

Who would have thought leaving the house on a Monday to start the work week could be such a sensory experience?

Oh yea... just for the record... if I ever work retail these are the hours I want to have:


I'll be in the office 9ish tomorrow morning! 

And the smells? 
It all comes from living between a commercial bakery and a cereal factory. 
(Not good if you are on lo carb)

Thursday, December 2

Live, Laugh, Gag

If I see one more sign/picture/wall hanging/quilt/pillow (you get the idea) with 'Live - Laugh - Love' written on it I'm going to take it and do bodily injury!


This is followed closely in my Top Ten Repugnant Sayings by:
1. "I hope you dance" (me too but nobody's asking)
2. "Love means never having to say you're sorry" (what moron came up with that?)
3. "You only live once" (duh)
And the list only grows from there....


So I say to you -- "Get tough or wear a helmet"