Sorry, but today is New Year’s Eve and I’ve got a ton of stuff to do before the year flips to 2008. Oh, my word, I can’t believe it is 2008 — exactly where did the 90’s go? How is it that we are 8 years into the 2000’s and I’m not really ready to let go of the 90’s? Seriously, this is like those people who still dress like it is the 70’s — oh, wait, that’s supposed to be fashionable. Opps, must have missed that one.
Ok, back to the story… (more…)
Today, today is the day of my husband’s birth. I could wax poetic about all the great things about him, but I won’t. First, that’s not my style (not the least bit snarky) and second, Prince wouldn’t appreciate it. Really that is one of the better things about him is sappy sweet things are lost on him (ok, in the effort to be completely honest — that lack of sappy sweet isn’t the greatest things when I’m all emotional and such — but this isn’t about me, it is about our Prince). So, this birthday message is as I think Prince would most appreciate it.
Stories that made us giggle about his birthday: (more…)
The tree is down! Yup, with my new handy-dandy pre-lit tree, and the limited selection of ornaments this year, the tree was down and in boxes within the space of a single episode of CSI. I rock.
Now, one little boy is VERY upset that the tree is down and thus meaning that Christmas is OVER, the horror and tragedy. I think he still thinks he is going to wake up to MORE.PRESENTS. under the the tree any morning. Alas, 12 months to wait, little man.
I told Duke this morning that we took the tree down (not because his mommy is a horrible person who is done with Christmas about 14 minutes after the last bit of green bean casserole) because we had to prep for Daddy’s birthday. Duke’s response: “It’s not Daddy’s birthday. It should be Mommy’s birthday.” You heard it hear first, folks. The Queen has been declared to have TWO birthdays this year. I expect more presents ;) (kidding, mostly)
Oh, and Duke again didn’t want to go to school today. He met me at the door last night telling me that he “really did have fun today at school” but alas at 5am he wasn’t in the mood. However, his mood perked right up once he got to take homemade marshmallows to school with him.
(Is anyone wondering how many more posts I can make from Homemade Marshmallows?)
Because I’m in a post-Christmas coma right now, I can give you a list of sorts as a puny wrap up of Christmas. (more…)
Happy Christmas Eve to all. I’m sure you are all having a delightful time and all the presents are wrapped under the tree and certainly NOT debating pasta or no pasta with a four year old for the 42nd time in 20 minutes. I however, am having a ‘perfect’ holiday.
You see, I’m a planner by nature. I like to have a good plan and prep ahead of time for all things. I prefer to have bags packed up when I travel early. I like to have my meals planned and the prep work done in advance so I can throw a few things together and have a great meal. I like to have my holidays sorted out well in advance. I like to have a menu, have the meal shopped for, and all the prep work done. By Christmas Eve, I’m the type A person who would like to be so ahead of the game that I can pour myself a drink and relax.
However, while those are the things I’d like to be — they are also the things I am so NOT. Instead of my heart’s desire for a stress-free Christmas Eve, I instead had a much more traditional Christmas Eve… (more…)
You know it has been a long time since you blogged when your browser doesn’t recognize your blog address. I’m sorry, folks, I did the horrible….
I went away AGAIN. This time you can feel ok about it, because I went away and promptly got the plague and proceeded to be sick — well, I’m still a little ill. (I also shared and gave the plague to both Duke and Prince. Let me tell you, the recipe for a great vacation begins with getting the plague and then sharing it with the people you are sharing a room with. Add to this, leave the country — where your ability to get things like Nyquil aren’t easy and you will have enjoyed the perfect vacation.)
Now don’t get me wrong, in between all the drama — what? you think me having the plague didn’t involve a little drama? it is like you don’t even know me. — we did have fun. Well, we were snarky and laughed and ate reasonable food for days. I drank more hot tea than anyone should be allowed to.
I flew back to Snarkville on a very full flight. SO full that we were delayed while they re-calculated the fuel needed to get us from point A to point B. This flight was made more fun, by the plague soaked, tired people I was traveling with who needed to sleep (and sweat) on me. Oh yes, I can tell you are jealous of my life.
I’m sure I owe you a photo or fourteen, and they will be up soon enough (right after Paris), but let’s leave this post with the most important news to share. (more…)
(Before I begin, all Knitters can stand down. The pattern from the magazine has been located and aquired. For any copyright police out there, we are FOLLOWING the law to the letter and yet, I still will be able to finish my scarf. For those of you who won’t sleep until I tell you, it was Holiday IK 2007 and just typing that makes me throw up a little in my mouth.)
This morning I’m taking the car to get brakes. Well, actually, the car needs the brakes fixed, and it is long overdue, but alas, it sounds so much more fun the thought that I’m going to just drive to the brake place and hope the building stops me, right? Ok, maybe not. Anyway, I fully expect to be called “Little Lady” before 8am — and since that makes me happier than you can possibly imagine, you know I shall report back here. (Is anyone wondering why I’ve been putting off the brakes?)
So, since I can’t wait to get called “Little Lady” I must leave you with a few random thoughts. (more…)
Just having come back from yet another trip, I have questions that I don’t get or think are totally unfair.
1. Why does it take 4 hours to fly east and 6 hours to fly west?
2. How is it possible to need twice the normal amount of sleep just because you are traveling when you really want to see people?
3. Why do you wear twice the number of normal clothing when away? The laundry alone is not fair.
4. How can a cat with no thumbs have the ability to take ornaments off the tree?
5. Why is it I am so lame that I left the pattern I was working on in the rental car when we turned it in? Oh, and the magazine is sold out.
6. Why do our cats think that our return is cause for a party and thus had night crazies at 5am after we went to bed at 2am?
Welcome home to me…
In some families, major holidays are a time to gather together and enjoy each other. Other families get to watch Uncle Joe get drunk and wonder how many fights they can have around the table. And then there is the Royal Family. We, not wanting to conform to an norms, try to add spice to our Thanksgiving in so many other special ways. Allow me to review the PERFECT recipe for Thanksgiving:
Take 1 boy child and give him a fever from unknown origin for the two days prior to Thanksgiving.
Take one mother who has been taking care of boy child for two days and not let her prepare a single leftover for Thanksgiving.
Give the mother ONE shot at the grocery store after 5pm on Wednesday evening, without a list just to make things fun.
Decide at 2pm on Thanksgiving Day that we MUST go to Thanksgiving dinner NOW — but we are going out, because there is no way we possibly cook.
Get all the way through the meal and take first bite of the one food the mother has been craving for three days (pumpkin pie) only to have boy child throw up at the table. (We are a delight, please invite us to your next meal.) Add to our joy, no clean clothes and nothing really to clean him up.
Take boy child home and talk him into taking his first shower. Watch a two day long marathon of Curious George. Have leftover Chinese Food for dinner.
On Black Friday, decide that there is ONE thing you need from Target, take now low grade fever boy to Target with you (even though it is a present for him) because husband must work. Find out that the item is the only item that Target is sold out of. Go home and order online.
Get up Saturday morning, tired and cranky. Run out to pick up bagels — because you refuse to make pancakes for the 5th morning in a row.
As of this typing, I’ve not made a single Thanksgiving item that I wanted to make — frankly, if I go to bed tonight without green bean casserole there will be a major meltdown. I have a pumpkin pie to make — because after the puking, I couldn’t finish my pie.
Before you go feeling too bad for me, my family had the PERFECT Thanksgiving on the 11th with the Queen Mum and Dad — complete with green bean casserole, though sadly no pumpkin pie.
Do you know what season it is?
As heard in my car yesterday:
Duke: Mama, please open sunroof.
Me: No, Buddy, it is too cold outside.
Duke: Why?
Me: That’s just winter, it gets all cold outside.
Duke: It’s not winter, It’s Falling.
Me: Falling?
Duke: Yes, look, the leaves are falling from the trees, it is Falling, not Winter.
Now you know.