got milk?

The weather reports started on Friday afternoon, and they were grim.  The airports would be closed, the schools would be closed, and the entire metro Atlanta area would be blanketed in snow of apocalyptic proportions. 

Saturday was a normal day.  With no catastrophic weather in sight, the northern born members of my household (myself included) were doubtful that a single flake of snow would fall.  We had heard the threat of a terrible winter storm before with barely an inch of powder left in its wake.  But the weather reports this time were far more ominous.  Even the local electric company sent out emails warning customers of a possible loss of power due to ice and snow. 

I was reminded by texts and Facebook posts that I needed to stock up on things like bread, milk and toilet paper in preparation of the blizzard.  Not being one to overreact, I didn’t shop as forewarned.  I have a four wheel drive Land Rover, and I had no intentions of being snowed in.  But as the news reports came more frequently, with promises of six plus inches of snow and more than a half an inch of ice, I changed my mind. 

Sunday evening, the aisles in the grocery store were picked through as if the end of the world was upon us, and I suppose to the native southerner, it was.  All I wanted was a few frozen pizzas for the kids, but it would seem that frozen pizza was the choice du jour for the snowstorm preparation kits.  Lucky for me, we buy organic milk, because all of the lesser expensive types were sold out.   Still, we managed to find what we needed and made our way back home without as much as a single flake of snow in the air.  Although, as a native of New York State, I could taste the impending snow in the air as we unloaded our bags from the car.  It was just a feeling, and one I hadn’t had for many years, but I knew the air was thick with something different than the typical southern snow storm. 

My husband, ever the planner, decided that this might be the perfect opportunity to use his solar power backup generator and began putting the panels together in the dining room.  If we did lose power like the electric company seemed to find likely, we would be the only ones in the neighborhood with alternative energy, and he was ready to say, “I told you so” to all of the naysayers who laughed when he bought the solar kit last summer.  He also filled empty water jugs with fresh water as an added precaution.  If the end of the world was coming, we would at least have power enough to run the television (or the lights) and we would have water to drink. Oh, and lots of bread, milk and toilet paper!

When I opened the door to let the dogs out around eight thirty, it was snowing.  Less than ten minutes after they came back in, the paw prints were covered up with snow.  Another thirty minutes later we couldn’t see the ground and the snow blowing around the air was like a white tornado.  After an hour or so, more than three inches had accumulated and the solar panels were completely covered in a layer of ice and snow that will surely block any chance of sunlight from getting through tomorrow morning.

It has been several years since I have lived in the north, but I haven’t seen snow like this since then.  It really is a blizzard…Yankee style!

Thank goodness I have milk!  I don’t know what I would do without milk!

Until the next time…I’ll be trying to dig out without a snow shovel!

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the family that watches together...

I have successfully managed to not only get the kids hooked on the Vampire Diaries, but now I have drawn my husband into my newest obsession. It makes it so much easier that way. For the past two nights we have stayed up well past midnight to get everyone caught up on the episodes that have aired so far.  I won't even admit how many times I have seen them, because I, of course, have the entire series downloaded onto my computer for my constant viewing pleasure.  And since the next installment is still a few weeks away, we have time to watch all thirty three past episodes.

What would a Vampire Diaries marathon be without popcorn? And what could be better than hand popped popcorn from an old fashioned kettle popper?

Of course, my track record with the stove is spotty at best, so no one should be shocked to hear that I set fire to the old fashioned stovetop popper.

Now, I have actually popped corn before. In fact, my "whirly pop" hand cranked corn popper has been well seasoned.  But tonight when I put the pot on the flame to heat up and dumped in the oil, it was...whoosh!

The flame burst out of the pot with a "roar" and I actually fell backwards to get out of the way. My scream brought my husband running to see what I had done (there was no mistaking that it was me who caused the trouble) and one of us (I'm not even sure which one) slammed down the lid to extinguish the fire before the whole house went up. 

Believe it or not, its not everyday I set something on fire...well lately anyway.

But all's well that ends well...Mike took over the corn popping from there (the pot was sufficiently warmed up at this point) and we enjoyed a perfect bowl of popcorn with our show.

I guess maybe its time to pick up a package of microwave popcorn again.

Until the next time...we'll be watching season two until the sun comes up!

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what are you chewing under there...

Underwear.

I'm trying to decide how embarrassed I should be. After all, its not everyday my bra makes the rounds in the backyard circuit. Indy has decided to use my undergarments as security blankets. When I let him out this morning he carried a bra in his mouth as he galloped into the backyard, but he didn't have it when he came back ten minutes later.


I woke up to discover that he had rifled through my laundry basket and was sleeping with my favorite bra. Another bra was filled with teeth marks where he had been gnawing on the underwire. Luckily I discovered this before wearing it. I can't imagine how I would explain to anyone why I had teeth marks in my bra. Not that I have a lot of cause to flash my underwear in public, but imagine what would happen in the event of an emergency! What if I had been in an accident? The paramedics would be dumbfounded.


But the state of my under clothes notwithstanding, how will I explain to the lawn service how a bra ended up wrapped around the weed eater? I suppose there are worse things he could have run off with, but I don't even want to think about that. I just know I need to make trip to Victoria's secret pretty soon. I'm running out of underwear.


Until the next time...maybe I could say the teeth marks happened from the accident.

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next stop...land of make believe

I have no idea how a day can go so wrong.

It started out fine.  I got up, had breakfast, cleaned the house...I did some really productive stuff. But somewhere in the middle there it went off in a direction that I can’t explain. 

Mike and I weren’t fighting when we went to bed, and we didn’t fight during the day, but somehow from the moment he came home from work it was like an electric current of dislike.  I said something that I thought was fairly innocuous, “dinner is ready.” And he took it as something combative and from there it was all a jumble of misunderstandings and hurt feelings. 

Even now we are in different rooms pretending to be fine when really I think that is the furthest thing from the truth.  I don’t always know how to deal with these situations, and after years of practice, I know I should.  I suppose this is why I take solace in my little obsessions.  I can disappear into a good book or a well loved movie and I can decide when and if I am ready to surface. 

But I haven’t gone into my “other world” just yet.  I have things to do first. 

Like write a blog.  I’m coming up on one year of blogging.  Can you believe that I have written a blog every single day for almost an entire year?  I don’t know if I can claim to have done many things with that degree of consistency. 

Not every day has been exciting…life doesn’t always work that way…but it is my life spread out there for the world to see.  There were days when I had a lot to say, days when I had a little to say, and days when I had no idea what to say, but I found a way to get the words out there.

It has been cathartic for sure.

And with the support of my faithful followers, I will keep on writing.  2011 is going to be a great year!  I’m looking forward to a lot of great changes and a lot of new experiences.  Life doesn’t sit still for anyone. 

But tonight, I’m going to go to that “other place” I go when I need to escape.  Don’t worry, I never stay too long.  Just long enough to remember why I like the real world—bumps and bruises and all…

Until the next time…I’ll be waiting out the storm in my quiet place.

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secrets

I’m working on a new project, but I’m not quite ready to share.  Why?  Well…it’s a secret.  And a pretty big one at that. 

So why do we keep secrets? 

Lots of reasons I suppose.  I know I have my reasons.  And before you get all worried, I’m not talking about keeping secrets from our loved ones.  I keep my family in the loop.  I just don’t always feel ready to share the deep down nitty gritty of my life with everyone else.  Sometimes not even my closest friends.

But I will…when I’m ready.

For now, I’m keeping those secrets.  And even the reason why is a secret. 

I’ve decided that life is pretty complicated sometimes, but it may just be that we make it that way.  It would be so much easier if we simplified, and we can easily simplify if we just reprioritize what is important.  That’s what I’m trying to do, in a nutshell.  I’m trying to see my way to a more simple, more fulfilling existence.  I would very much like to live a long, healthy, and happy life.  What more could anyone ask for?

So that’s the goal for 2011…enjoy life to the fullest without carrying around the heavy baggage.  Sounds easy, but it takes some work.  I’ve even started eating better (except for the brownies the other night.)

And just so you know…the brownies were a secret too, until now.  I guess I just can’t keep a secret for very long.

Until the next time…I’ll be working on that secret project.

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stop your whining

When does sympathy become something more sadistic?  Perhaps when the person in question brought it on themselves?

But I mean this in the most loving way.

My husband indulged in a few too many glasses of wine the other night.  He might say it was my fault because I didn’t drink my fair share of the bottle, but I say…not so fast.  I didn’t even want a glass of wine last night, and most definitely not the dry red wine he was sipping on.  I certainly wouldn’t have been able to keep up with him once he opened the second bottle.  And I warned him somewhere around the third glass that he would regret it in the morning.  He hadn’t cracked open a bottle of wine in some time.  He had forgotten how easily it can go to your head.  And as is always the case, those around you can always see the damage far before you realize you are in danger.  I knew before I went to bed that he would be hurting in the morning, and I felt this little sadistic twinge, almost glad he would feel awful since he didn’t heed my warnings. 

The kids never think I know what I’m talking about either.  But Mike is an adult; I would have thought he would at least pause to hear what I had to say. 

Not so much.                                                                        

But I got the last laugh, and it was a belly laugh at that.  He felt sick all day long.  I know I should be ashamed of myself for feeling even the littlest bit of joy at his suffering…but I told him so.  Yes I did…

Until the next time…No more wine in our house for a while!

 

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reality bites

I woke up this morning with a renewed vigor.  With Christmas, New Year's, my birthday, my anniversary and Mike's birthday all behind us, it was back to reality for me. There would be no more sleeping in late.  No more lounging about the house all day.  There would be tasks completed, and progress made.  And the first order of business was to get the registration renewed on all five cars. 

My birthday is December 31st, so that means my auto registration is due by that day every year.  In Georgia we have to pay taxes on our vehicles as well, and that is also due by your birthday.  Mike's birthday is ten days before mine, so we put my name first on the vehicle registration to give us a little more time. Even then, we always run it down to the wire.  The whole birthday due date thing is highly inconvenient when it falls right in the holiday season.  Especially when you have as many vehicles as we do.  I would say that five cars is excessive, but because we have two adults and three offspring that need vehicles, it’s really just a necessity. 

So the first thing we had to do in order to complete the first order of business was to get the emissions testing done on the first vehicle.  Luckily, I had already done that for the Land Rover months ago, so I didn’t have to repeat that.  So off we went to the emissions testing facility and then to the tag office. 

The tag office is the last place any intelligent person should find themselves on the first day after the New Year holiday.  It was packed.  And by packed I mean there was standing room only.  Thank goodness I have a new trivia game loaded on my phone so I could play trivia to pass the time. 

After several rounds of trivia it was our turn and we took care of business and got out. 

The rest of the day was laundry, organizing and a little bit of tidying up. 

The evening was spent introducing our youngest child to the Vampire Diaries television show. 

I had already pulled my other daughter into my obsession, and she’s hooked, so it was time to get the youngest involved. 

Yes, I know it is another vampire obsession, but it doesn’t count as an obsession if I can draw everyone else into it too.  Then it’s sharing.  And what sort of parent would I be if I didn’t share things with the kids?  

So we stayed up until almost one am watching season one of the show.  We didn’t get through all of the episodes, so we will pick up where we left off tomorrow.  The best part is, because Mady hadn’t seen any of the episodes yet, I can watch them again.  Perfect plan, isn’t it? 

Ok…I’m off to bed.  I might just listen to a few episodes until I fall asleep.  If I use headphones no one will even know.  Well…except you, now that I told you.  But you won’t tell anyone…will you?

Until the next time…I have thirty three episodes to keep me busy!

 

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could it be a polterpup?

So I think it’s probably a bad idea to yell at a ghost.  I don’t have any practical knowledge about this, of course, but I’m making an educated guess based on all of the scary movies I’ve seen throughout my life.  Yelling at a ghost never ends well for anyone. 

This is what I told my husband the other night after he stood in the middle of our empty bathroom, shouting at the top of his lungs (at three in the morning no less) at the unseen presence that we were sure was there.

Yep, we have a ghost in our house.

I am pretty sure of this.  I have heard noises lately that could not have been made by any living creature in my house.  Noises, like the phantom drinking from the powder room toilet, the phantom rifling through my bedroom closet, and the phantom digging through the cat box. 

Every time I heard the sound I would investigate, expecting to catch one of the dogs in the act, but every time there was no one there.

Yes…in case you didn’t catch the meaning behind this…my ghost is a dog.  I am being haunted by the ghost of our dearly departed Lady. 

Who else would be drinking from the toilet and snacking in the cat box? 

 Back to that yelling at the ghost thing Mike did the other night.  I haven’t heard any noises since then, so maybe it worked, but then again…maybe she’s just waiting until I let my guard down. 

I wonder if the Ghost Hunters would come to my house to investigate a canine haunting.   I don’t think I’ve seen something like that before.  I’d watch that episode.  I suppose I should just keep an eye on the living dogs in the house to see if they notice anything strange.  I could always leave a few dog treats in my closet to see if anything eats them. 

Or maybe I’m just being super paranoid. 

Nah…it couldn’t be that easy.

Until the next time…I’ll be staying out of the closet at night!

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happy new year!

Happy New Year!

I didn’t do anything productive today.  In fact, I slept for most of it.  It felt really good to sleep too.  It seems like I hadn’t really slept in weeks and I finally made up for it today.  I feel rested for the first time in ages.  Of course, it didn’t sit well with the other people at our house.  I didn’t cook, or do laundry, or wash a dish all day.  I will need to make up for it tomorrow; otherwise my husband may never speak to me again.

But as they say in baseball…you need to honor the streak…and I was on a streak today.  A really good sleep streak.  So I’m getting back to it, and I will write more tomorrow. 

I mean, 2011 will still be here tomorrow, right?  I can work on my New Year’s resolution later.  I can make plans for a productive and prosperous year when I wake up.  I think I’ll even get up early and make breakfast for my husband.  He’ll never suspect that!

Until the next time...I’ll be looking forward to a great 2011 and another wonderful year of blogging! 

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let them eat cake

I know it’s a new year and I should be thinking positive thoughts, but it was my birthday until just a little while ago, when the New Year rang in, and it wasn’t exactly my best birthday on record.  So I promise tomorrow I will write about hope and dreams for 2011, but tonight I feel like laying it all out there…I feel like complaining. 

The day didn’t start out bad.

My dad called me first thing this morning to wish me Happy Birthday and since I had to get up to let the dogs out anyway, he didn’t even ruin any extra winks I was trying to squeeze in.  I was still able to fall asleep once the dogs had their breakfast and were ready for their morning naps. 

I got lots of nice birthday wishes from friends and family.  No one forgot about me.  My headache from the other day was almost gone, so I didn’t even feel awful.  I went out for brunch with my kids (minus one who overslept) and my daughter even offered to buy my breakfast.  How sweet is that? 

After brunch is when things started sliding down hill.

My husband had to go to the office (on my birthday…which also happens to be an international holiday) for some “end of the year” project that he left until the last minute.  I can’t really be mad about the project…I’m not known for my perfect planning.  And I am also a procrastinator, so I might have done the same thing.  What I was mad about is the fact that he could have scheduled this for the morning…while I was already out with the girls…but he didn’t.  He had to schedule this for the dinner hour when I was likely to be hungry. 

So I kept myself busy while he worked and then we were going to go out to dinner.  You would think at least one of us would have remembered that I was born on New Year’s Eve and this would be one of the most important nights of the year to have reservations for dinner. 

You would think so…but we didn’t.

Our bright idea was to avoid the places we knew reservations would be required and we tried our luck at the local Longhorn Steak House. 

I knew it was going to be bad when we couldn’t find a place to park.  I even watched someone walk from the Panda Express parking lot to get to Longhorn. 

Inside was no better.  The entire waiting area was packed with people.  The bar was stuffed with more people waiting for a table, and there were even people standing outside with drinks and appetizers, waiting for their table to be ready.  Once we pushed our way through the crowd to the front of the line the hostess said it would be a sixty minute wait. 

We looked at each other and cringed because we knew that musical restaurants would do us no good on New Year’s Eve.  We gave our name to the hostess, accepted the remote control looking buzzer she handed us, and took up residence in the vestibule where it was at least remotely quiet.  I had my phone, charged and ready to go, playing solitaire until I couldn’t stand it anymore. 

After we had waited thirty minutes, a woman came through the first set of doors complaining about the hostess and her “wait time” estimates.  Apparently this woman thought we should double any estimate we were given. 

This would put our wait at two hours and it was already after eight. 

I wanted to leave.  I really did.  I was ready to eat McDonald’s.  But after the mini argument I had with my husband about his “little project” I figured I should just keep my mouth shut and let him buy me a birthday dinner even if it turned out to be a birthday breakfast.

We had waited an hour when I asked my husband to see how many people were still ahead of us.  I figured if I knew I could relax.  My feet were starting to hurt and I was tired of standing in the vestibule, trapped in limbo, between the warm inside and the cold outside.  And I was annoyed that a group of people came in while we waited and were seated almost immediately.  They were related to the hostess (I eavesdropped on their conversation so I know this to be a fact.)

He wouldn’t go ask.  He said it wouldn’t make the wait go any faster knowing.  I totally disagreed, but again, I didn’t want to stir the pot and get into a new argument.  I re-checked the buzzer the hostess gave us to be sure it was working (I had done this every ten minutes or so since we got it) and debated telling a little white lie.  I could say I was related to Mr. Longhorn himself!  But I was afraid I would get caught, and I didn’t want to get kicked out after waiting for an entire hour.

So I played a few more rounds of solitaire, checked my Facebook, and read a few chapters of a book on the Kindle app for my android phone.  The only thing that could have made the night worse would have been if my battery had died. 

Finally after nearly an hour and a half, our little remote control went off with flashing lights and vibrating buzz, letting us know that we would be allowed to eat.  The hostess passed us off to a boy dressed all in black, and he took the lead as we weaved carefully through the packed dining room to our table in the back. 

The only table immediately outside of the restrooms.

I was certain I had seen this entire scenario go down in a movie once. 

My birthday dinner would be spent sitting directly outside of the restrooms.  The romantic mood lighting at all of the other tables was replaced by the harsh lights illuminating the narrow passageway. And a steady stream of diners passed our table before we had even gotten comfortable in our seats. 

It was almost as if someone up there was scripting my birthday dinner in such a way to give me something good to blog about. But the food was very good, and I knew that at the end of our meal, the entire staff would sing to me and I would get cake.  I had waited all day for cake. 

But my husband didn’t tell them it was my birthday.  So no one came to sing.  And no one brought cake. 

I found a piece of stale cake in the kitchen at home.  It was one of those leftover Christmas treats that I missed the other day. 

As I was heading off to bed, bemoaning my lack of birthday cake, Mike told me that I didn’t need cake anyway, and then he reminded me of how old I was. 

Lucky for him I was too tired to attack. 

Until the next time…I’ll be working on my New Year’s resolution with a piece of damn cake!

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happy birthday to me

I know it's a little early to be celebrating my own birthday, but I can't help it.  I'm still up, and it's about to be midnight. 

I promise I'll be going to bed soon...I still have that miserable headache, and I fed it a glass of red wine, so it might have a little fight still in it.

Back to my birthday...

Have I ever mentioned how much I like my birthday?  I like getting birthday wishes...I like getting presents (even little ones)...and I like that the whole world celebrates my birthday.  But being a New Year's Eve baby hasn't always been as exciting as many people seem to think. 

When I was a child, it was hard to get anyone to come to my birthday parties because their parents were celebrating in a completely different way...and when I had children of my own, I could never find a babysitter. And I suppose it's lucky that I'm not a big party person, but I never remember to make dinner reservations, so we end up eating someplace boring or at home. 

If I get there early enough, there might be a table at Waffle House...

But how can I really complain when I am lucky enough to have parents that have always made a point of separating my birthday from Christmas, despite the close proximity? 

I don't know exactly what tomorrow has is store for me yet, but I hope it will be a good birthday, and a wonderful New Year.  If I'm lucky, I might even get cake. 

I think I deserve it after eating salad today.

Until the next time...I'll be a year older and hopefully, at least a fraction wiser!

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they put salad in tacos you know

Salad? 

Did I really say I was craving a salad?  I suppose I was just craving something on the healthy side of things. And I needed that today more than any day recently. 

I woke up with the world's worst headache and found myself dreaming about pain. 

I was a newly turned vampire screaming about the pain of the sunlight when I woke up the first time. I had several dreams like that in the early hours of the day.  I tried to imagine bright stings of white light being drawn out of my brain pulling the pain with it.  It seemed to work for a bit.  And then I would open my eyes and the pain was almost unbearable. 

I slept until two.  At that point the overwhelming hunger was starting to override the pain and I got up to eat. 

I wondered if my headache was in anyway related to the volume of junk I had eaten yesterday. I couldn't rule anything out at this point, so Mike took me out for a healthy lunch at a Southwest grill.  I had fish tacos with cabbage slaw.  They tasted great, and might have even been moderately healthy too. 

The headache never really went away, no matter what I tried.  So I'm going to go to sleep early and hope my dreams are pain free tonight. 

If not I may have to step things up and eat steamed veggies tomorrow.  It couldn't hurt.

Until the next time...I'll (hopefully) be dreaming of something nice.

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can you get drunk at a salad bar?

I have decided that I need to start writing my blog earlier in the day.  By the time I get around to it in the evening, I am fairly well exhausted and ready for bed.  The trick is, getting up earlier to have something to write about.  And if I did that, I’d be so tired I would go to bed even earlier and I would be back in the same situation.  I guess I will just have to suck it up and write.  Right?

I have nothing worthy of an entertaining blog tonight.  I spent much of the day cleaning up the leftover wrappings and food from Christmas.  Of course, I ate most of the leftover food.  Not as in all of it.  I just sampled everything.  And then I went back for more.  If left to my own devices I might have eaten it all, but I was starting to feel ill so I stopped.  I think it is my body trying to force me into some sort of intervention.  A salad intervention. 

And I am ready to be led to the salad bar. 

So tomorrow I’m definitely having a salad…I can almost taste the crispy romaine!  I was craving one all day and that in and of itself is a bit worrisome. I mean, who craves a salad?  That’s something you eat because you have to, not because you are dying for a taste of it.  You’re supposed to crave chips and dip, or ice cream and cookies, or even a juicy steak…but not salad.  On the plus side, my husband told me I looked really good this evening and suggested that I might have lost a little weight.  I suppose I didn’t eat THAT much today after all.  But I was riding a sugar high from that last piece of pie and the half a brownie I found so I’m sure I had that happy glow.

But as with most happy glows caused by large sugar intake…I am ready to crash for the night.  And when I get up tomorrow there will be no more leftover sweets to indulge in.  I will be free of the temptations and ready to jump back into the healthy food kick.  Or maybe I’ll just wait until next week.  I mean, my birthday is in a few days…I can’t give up sweets before I have my cake, right?

Until the next time…I’ll be on a two day diet until my birthday!

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seems like old times

I sat down and decided to read some of my older blogs and discovered that a lot has changed in the time since I started.  Or has it?

I have given up diet Coke (and gone off the soda wagon) at least a dozen times.  I am currently clean, and I hope to stay that way this time. 

I was running at a 75% inside out rate with regard to my underwear for a while there.  I would like to say that I wear them right side out all the time now, but the truth is, I try not to notice if I flip them.  My husband pays a little more attention these days and makes me fix them if he catches me wearing them inside out.  So far I’ve only done it once this week.  Or course it’s only Monday.

I have been on and off about a dozen diets (including one that required me to eat everything with chop sticks) and my weight has stayed exactly the same.  This, in and of itself, is pretty impressive considering how much junk I consume.  This tells me that if I could give up the junk and the soda at the same time I would start to lose weight rapidly.  But given the fact that it is currently Christmastime, I have decided to wait until January.  Check back with me in January to see what my excuse is then.

I have flooded my stove, forgotten to open the flue to the fireplace (more than three times), and set fire to something in the microwave.  I was banned from my own kitchen, and forbidden to play with matches.  And then I quit my job and became the chief cook and bottle washer around the house and was given my kitchen privileges back.  Unfortunately, that means I have to cook.  Except today, when we went out to eat.  Leftovers are getting old fast!

Over the course of this year, Henry Chow (Ninja Kitty) has been repeatedly brushed to the point of creating an entirely new cat with the excess fur he sheds, and yet he has not changed in size.  I now wish I had saved all of that extra fur.  I could have sent it out to be spun into yarn.  I could be wearing a Henry Chow sweater at this very moment!  That could be a project for next year. 

I have gone on several wild goose chases to find the perfect restaurant with no wait on a Friday night.  Despite learning that this is an impossible quest, it has not stopped us from trying at least every other week.  Isn’t that the definition of insanity?  But hunger does make a person crazy doesn’t it?

The resident teenagers at our house have had their ups and downs but they are still in residence for better or worse.  We have located all missing dongles, guitars, and assorted other video game paraphernalia, and it’s a good thing too, because the girls bring their friends here more often to hang out and play games.  This was my idea, wasn’t it?  I won’t complain, because at least I know where my kids are and what they’re doing…even without using the GPS locators they now carry with them at all times.

Basically, it’s been a pretty good year of blogging.  Thanks to my readers for keeping me motivated and dedicated to the cause.  I think it’s time I created a link to everyone’s favorite blogs...that’s a project for this week. 

Until the next time…I’ll be waiting for your comments so I know what to include.

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that’s just a bunch of malarkey

I went to my sister’s house this evening for a bit of holiday fun and games. Today may have been the day after Christmas, but it is still firmly planted in the middle of the holiday season. 

My husband accompanied me—not much of a game player, but he drove the Land Rover through the ice and snow.  My mother is still in town, and thanks to the snow in Atlanta, she wasn’t up for venturing out on this cold night, and since she always stays with my sister…Mike and I made the trip across town.

When my sister invited us to come play a game, she neglected to mention that I needed to bring the game, so when we got there, there were only two games to choose from…Fact or Crap and Malarkey.  Both trivia games of sorts.  Mike and I both like trivia so we agreed to play. 

As my sister said early on during Fact or Crap, “this game is boring!” then she disappeared to find Malarkey. 

I had never played Malarkey before, and after tonight, probably never will again.  It was sort of fun once we got through the impossible directions.  The instructions were so confusing we had played three rounds before Mike had caught on to the rules. 

Basically the object of the game was to create a bluff answer to a trivia question. 

There was so much laughing people were passing gas. 

Mike wanted to quit three times, but I wouldn’t let him. He said the game was dumb. I was having fun.  We ended up quitting and going home.  But it was a fun evening just the same.  And it’s nice to be back at home.  I’m sort of enjoying this lazy holiday routine.  I could go for a few more days of this.  Maybe it will snow again tonight.

Until the next time…I’ll be praying for more snow!

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i'm dreaming of a white christmas

I think I know what Irving Berlin was thinking when he wrote the song White Christmas.  I can't remember the last time I experienced a truly white Christmas, and I really have missed that.  So you can imagine how excited I was when I heard we might get snow.

I was hoping the snow would start falling on Christmas Eve.  There is something truly magical about watching the snow fall as you wait up for Santa.  And I would have been happy with snow flurries falling when I woke up this morning, but no such luck. 

I had completely given up on the idea of a white Christmas.  After all, this is Atlanta Georgia, and the last white Christmas was somewhere in the 1880’s. 

But then there was that first little wisp of white fluttering down from the heavens, followed by more, until the entire sky was dotted with fluffy white puffs of snow.  It was beautiful.  I was perfectly content to sit in front of the fire and watch the snow fall. 

It was a good Christmas. 

I will miss it when the clock strikes twelve and it is officially the day after Christmas.  I guess I can still look forward to my birthday next Friday.  I can blow out my candles while sipping champagne on the last night of the year.  

But for tonight, I’m going to savor the last minutes of Christmas…and the rare sparkling white, blanketing the ground and embellishing the sky.  It’s like a little dose of holiday magic.  And let’s face it…we all need that.

Until the next time…I’ll be making snow angels in the yard!

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'twas the blog before christmas

T’was the blog before Christmas and all through the town

The people were nasty…they all wore a frown

The stores were all packed with the last minute shoppers

With bags filled with perfume, TVs, and corn poppers

And I was among them as if on a dare

One last present to find but it wasn’t there

I searched and I scavenged without any luck

So on the day before Christmas I said, “what the f…”

“I’ll hop in my car and I’ll head to the store

There might be a shop I hadn’t searched through before.”

But I wasn’t alone on my last minute outing

In fact, there was a mob in the parking lot shouting

“On douchebag, on dickhead, on asshole, on prick.”

Guaranteed language to piss off Saint Nick

So when they open their stockings first thing Christmas morning

They’ll probably find lumps of coal and a warning

Remember that Christmas doesn’t come from the mall

It’s not about presents or shopping at all

I love giving gifts though the holiday season

But gift giving really just isn’t the reason

There are so many things that make Christmas for me

And most of those aren’t even under the tree

I’d say peace on earth and goodwill toward men

As long as I can still have my gingerbread men...

 

Here’s wishing you a very Merry Christmas!

Until the next time…I’ll be spending some much needed time with the family!

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is it good fortune or bad luck?

What can I say about today? 

It was crazy and busy and fraught with peril as I foolishly chose to wade into the murky waters of the shopping malls on the day before Christmas Eve.  The worst part of it is, I still have more shopping to do tomorrow, and I forgot all about Christmas dinner, so I have to hit the grocery store too. 

On the plus side, my sister bought me lunch today. 

She bought lunch for all of us—me, Mom and my niece Crystal—not because she was being generous per se...of course it was generous...but because she was paying penance to the karma gods.

Why you ask?  Well, it’s simple really.  After a monster haul of shopping at one particular department store, she discovered that the clerk did not ring up half of her items.  It was an apparent malfunction of the scanning device that went unnoticed in the mass pandemonium of Christmas shoppers.  It wasn’t until my sister was checking her receipt that she discovered the error.  And it was a big error in her favor. 

She contemplated going back and letting the store know, but her fear was that the girl who checked her out would get into a lot of trouble.  And then there were the lines and the wait just to go back.  So as atonement for sins against chance, she offered to buy us all lunch. 

Who would complain about that?

But she also figured she had used up her good fortune for at least the day, so she asked my niece to drive and requested that we all say a special prayer for her this evening.  So this is my prayer to her…I’m sending her sins out there to all of cyberspace as a plea…what would you do if you discovered that you didn’t pay for half of your purchases after leaving the store?  Would you go back…even if it meant the store clerk would be punished? Even if it meant you would spend a lot of time waiting in a line to see someone to fix the problem that you didn’t create? 

I can’t say I have a good answer for that.  I would have probably done the same thing she did. 

My mom said it best though…she said, “if I had known the scarves were going to be free I would have had you get me one too!” I think I’ll worry more about her karma tonight.

Until the next time…I’ll be up with the chickens to find that last present!

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the case of the missing nook

My sister and I ordered a Nook from Barnes and Noble for our mother this year for Christmas.  We ordered it over a month ago, but due to a snafu with the Barnes and Noble shipping department, it was delivered to someplace in New Jersey instead of here in Georgia.  My sister called no less than five times to get them to fix the problem and ship out a new Nook—we ordered the new color model and it was sold out everywhere.  I finally took the matter in to my own hands and after a lovely little conversation with a Barnes and Noble representative, the Nook was finally on its way. 

Jump ahead three days and the same Nook arrived at its destination.

Jump ahead again to tonight, and it was wrapped and ready to give to Mom at our pre-holiday gathering.  Now, ordinarily, we wouldn’t be passing out presents three days before Christmas…but this year my nieces will not be able to come for Christmas due to work commitments, so we did a gift exchange today instead.  Because the Nook was a gift from the entire family, we felt it was only right to give it to Mom tonight.  But we couldn’t resist building the suspense up just a little.

Mom didn’t tell us she wanted a Nook.  In fact, she wouldn’t commit to any special requests this year, so we had to wing it.  We went with a gut feeling that she would love one (and she did.)

But we had to set up a decoy. 

Since Thanksgiving, we have had her convinced that we were buying her an electronic shock collar and obedience classes for her dog because he has a habit of running away.  We let her continue to believe that right until the last moment.

This is how it went down.

My niece bought her a cover for the Nook so we decided to let Mom open that first.  When she got excited about the cover, my niece tossed out the line, “You have a Nook right? Mom said she ordered one.”

My sister picked up her cue and with spot on acting said, “That was what we got Grandpa!” And we did actually send my dad and his wife a Nook of their own…but that’s a different story. 

Mom’s face fell as my niece told her she could always get one to go with her nice cover.

And my sister passed her the wrapped package that was the Nook.  As she unwrapped it we continued with our talk of shock collars and obedience classes.  My sister’s husband even tossed in, “be careful you don’t get shocked on that…we charged it for you” as she fought her way through the tape on the nondescript brown cardboard box. 

She was sure she was opening a boring old shock collar for her runaway mini Schnauzer, Max.  She was overjoyed to see the electronic book reader in its place. 

That is what Christmas is about…just a little torture and suspense for the big reward at the end…

Or something like that…right?

Until the next time…I’ll be watching Charlie Brown so Linus can tell me the true meaning of Christmas!

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happy birthday to my honey I love so much

Today was my husband's birthday. But instead of writing a nice long blog about our day, I am going to keep it private (in deference to the man who doesn't always love my blog.) It's my birthday gift to him.  So there will be no funny stories...no mention of what we did (or plan to do)...no nothing.  Just a quiet little blog about nothing for my honey. 

But I will say this...

Inside our wedding bands (the ones we rarely take off) are the matching inscriptions, "to my honey I love so much."  The kids used to gag everytime we would say those words to each other, the way kids do when adults show mushy affection. We spoke the words in "baby talk", referring to each other as "my honey I love so much."  Over the course of the past several years, we have said those words less and less.  Not because we stopped loving each other, or because we had out grown the baby talk, but because we forgot.  Isn't that how it is?  You just sort of forget to do the simple little things for each other that you used to do. 

So on my honey's birthday...while I'm not blogging about what we did today...I will just say Happy Birthday, to my honey I love so much! Because even when life gets difficult, and marriage seems like an uphill climb, I'm still willing to grab the hiking boots and the climbing poles and climb that mountain with you.  For better, for worse...for richer, for poorer...in sickness and in health...no matter how much weight we may gain...forsaking all others as long as we both shall live. 

Even if you never let me order dessert!

Please join me in wishing my husband a wonderful birthday!

Until the next time...I'll be gearing up for Christmas Eve and a day of wrapping presents!

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