It was an exhausting day at school. I don't know what got into the children, but I was so exhausted I didn't even want to work out...and lately, that's saying a lot. I was drinking a Stella with a Tylenol chaser after walking Bear, dinner simmering, when my daddy called.
Usually a call from Daddy means an invitation to dinner out. Not this time.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Uh, nothing really."
"Can you go help your mother? I'm on my way home, but she's there with Beau and his head is stuck in the fence."
Yikes! "Yeah, I'm out the door right now."
I ran out the door and into the car. My parents only live about 5 minutes away.
After tailgating an elderly gentleman in a blue pick up who clearly didn't know I had an emergency, I screeched to a stop in my parents' driveway.
My dad said the dog was caught in the fence, so on my drive over I have been imagining the scenarios where I extract the little fella from the wooden privacy fence that surrounds the yard. I wasn't quite prepared for what awaited me.
My mom sat on the couch holding the dog and the decorative, fleur de lis iron fence that they have around a flowerbed. Beau was squirming and squealing a little...partly in distress, partly in joy to see a new person in the house.
I flopped on the floor in front of the problem and immediately saw why my mom was so worried. The fence is quite sturdy iron and in curls, several of which are now curling into Beau's neck.
I looked up at my mom. "I know it's cliche, but let's grease him down and see if we can slip him out." She agreed on that plan and away I flew to get the cooking oil from the kitchen.
FYI, it IS as cliche as it sounds. It will deliciously cook your food, but it will not extract a curious puppy from an iron prison.
Ok, what to do? What to do? It didn't help that every time I looked at his pitiful little face, I started giggling. It was serious, but very funny, in a way.
I asked myself, "What would my friend Tim do?" Tim is a man of action and has two mischievous dogs. I decided that the only way to get him out was to bend one of the bars back. Now I needed a tool to assist me in that endeavor.
I flew out the back door and into the pool house where my parents have their plants for the winter, and Daddy keeps his tools. The palm goosed me a little as I squeezed past and grabbed some pliers.
I landed back in front of the puppy predicament and then had to decide what part of the fence to try to move. I decided on the top piece and began pulling. Beau wiggled and whimpered as I worked.
It didn't take too long before I had pulled enough on the piece for him to just roll his giant puppy head right out. He shook his floppy ears several times and Mom picked him up and hugged him.
I took him to the kitchen sink and gave him a quick bath to get the oil off of his head. He was a little indignant, but no longer oily.
He seems no worse for the wear, and seems to actually enjoy the attention he received. Mom and Dad are quite relieved. Their little bundle of joy is safe to play another day.
So, I may not have made any great strides in education today, but I saved a puppy. So there.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
2011
I just took down our calendar from 2011. It was on the inside of the pantry door, so I hadn't paid much attention to it.
As I took it down I looked at each month and what was chronicled there. I still can't believe sometimes how much God trusts us with. Sheesh.
January 2011
Pretty low key, actually. Rose Bowl watching party, Jiggle Butt 5k with Julie, English conference in Galveston. Brian's last treatment was in December so it was a waiting game until March when he had his scan to tell us whether he was in remission.
February 2011
By this time my grandfather had been in the hospital since the day after Christmas with cellulitis in his leg. This would develop into an ugly staph infection that he ultimately would never really recover from. But on February 5th he had another birthday. This time we had to meet as a family in the hospital waiting room with cake and presents. We were also out for a week for snow days from school and the Super Bowl in Arlington was just ruined. Hee hee.
March 2011
We missed a very wet Mardi Gras because back in the fall of 2010 when it was time to make those plans, Brian had just been diagnosed. We felt that he wouldn't be very comfortable jammed in with all the party goers. On March 17th, we got the news we were waiting for...REMISSION. We declared it Brian's new birthday (as well as my nephew's 5th birthday) and celebrated the rest of Spring Break.
April 2011
On the first, like a cruel joke, my mother had a procedure that told us she had stage 1 uterine cancer. Here we go again. Brian is healed, so now we get another curve ball. My birthday and Mom's birthday pass; the next week she is in the hospital for another surgery. But at least that got rid of the cancer. Brian worked a lot of overtime, but we were saving up for Australia by now which was just a few months away. Brian celebrated 20 years with the police department.
May 2011
May passed pretty smoothly. Brian took his two best friends to Police Week in Washington, D.C. to meet up with his other buddies from around the country and around the world. My grandfather was still in the hospital/rehab in Ft. Worth, and I was feeling worse every day. Every day I struggled to have the energy to teach. I thought it was just the crazy year I had had. That's what I get for thinking. Finally right before Mom and I left on the cruise, I went to the doctor. Feeling silly for going just because I didn't feel good, I was soon vindicated because it turns out I was very, very anemic. Oh goody...iron pills. Mom and I went on the cruise not knowing what June would bring.
June 2011
Brian finally heard from my doctor and they were panicking #1 because they couldn't find me and #2 based on the blood count they had done on the last day of school, I was bleeding internally somewhere because my iron levels had not improved at all after two weeks of treatment. I was in the gastroenterologist (how do you spell that anyway?) two days after I got home from the cruise...scared out of my wits. A week after that I have a endoscopy/colonoscopy combo to confirm I have an ulcer. No more Excedrin candy for me. But once my ulcer was healed, my headaches pretty much stopped too. A vicious cycle stopped. Whew. Less than a week after that we left for Tahoe to see Brian's family. We had a great visit and even got to see a bear for the first time! Who can resist trout, I ask you?
July 2011
Still on the mend, I went to Texoma to camp with the exchange students. But my grandfather who had fought so hard to stay with us, decided it was time to go with my grandmother at last. His memorial was July 28th. And just like that, we didn't have our grandparents anymore. Still doesn't seem real.
August 2011
Brian and I triumphantly celebrated our second wedding anniversary on the first. We returned to the Lightcatcher where we were married. The first day of school was the 22nd. The Grape Stomp with my girlfriends at the Lightcatcher was the 27th and despite the desperate heat of this summer, we had a great time. On August 31, Brian and I left on a jet plane for Sydney, Australia.
September 2011
We had the time of our lives in Sydney for 10 days. It was such an amazing trip, and I can't believe that I am lucky enough to have stood on the beach on the other side of the world and petted a koala.
October 2011
Brian, my brother and I went to Arkansas to the Blues Festival to see our family. It was David's first time in Helena since he was 7 or so. It was wonderful to bond with another branch of the family. The Rangers made it to the World Series again but again couldn't close the deal. We carved pumpkins as a family.
November 2011
Thanksgiving was the highlight. Brian's parents were home from Tahoe and joined us as did my Mexican brother, Luis. David and I couldn't resist taking him for Black Friday shopping at 5 am. He enjoyed that but the Cowboys game even more. He finally made it to Jerry World in person. He loooooveees the Cowboys. Well, no one is perfect.
December 2011
Brian celebrated his actual birthday on the 11th. David and I bought Mom and Dad a beagle puppy for Christmas and had quite the adventure in the process. Winter Break was much needed and thoroughly enjoyed.
So now, Brian and I begin to plan out our adventures for 2012. Looks like Scotland is on the agenda for vacation. Mom and I are going on another cruise...this time with proper suitcases. Mardi Gras is back on the calendar for next month.
Looking forward to all of it and having a great year with friends and family. Here's to 2012 and making it through 2011.
As I took it down I looked at each month and what was chronicled there. I still can't believe sometimes how much God trusts us with. Sheesh.
January 2011
Pretty low key, actually. Rose Bowl watching party, Jiggle Butt 5k with Julie, English conference in Galveston. Brian's last treatment was in December so it was a waiting game until March when he had his scan to tell us whether he was in remission.
February 2011
By this time my grandfather had been in the hospital since the day after Christmas with cellulitis in his leg. This would develop into an ugly staph infection that he ultimately would never really recover from. But on February 5th he had another birthday. This time we had to meet as a family in the hospital waiting room with cake and presents. We were also out for a week for snow days from school and the Super Bowl in Arlington was just ruined. Hee hee.
March 2011
We missed a very wet Mardi Gras because back in the fall of 2010 when it was time to make those plans, Brian had just been diagnosed. We felt that he wouldn't be very comfortable jammed in with all the party goers. On March 17th, we got the news we were waiting for...REMISSION. We declared it Brian's new birthday (as well as my nephew's 5th birthday) and celebrated the rest of Spring Break.
April 2011
On the first, like a cruel joke, my mother had a procedure that told us she had stage 1 uterine cancer. Here we go again. Brian is healed, so now we get another curve ball. My birthday and Mom's birthday pass; the next week she is in the hospital for another surgery. But at least that got rid of the cancer. Brian worked a lot of overtime, but we were saving up for Australia by now which was just a few months away. Brian celebrated 20 years with the police department.
May 2011
May passed pretty smoothly. Brian took his two best friends to Police Week in Washington, D.C. to meet up with his other buddies from around the country and around the world. My grandfather was still in the hospital/rehab in Ft. Worth, and I was feeling worse every day. Every day I struggled to have the energy to teach. I thought it was just the crazy year I had had. That's what I get for thinking. Finally right before Mom and I left on the cruise, I went to the doctor. Feeling silly for going just because I didn't feel good, I was soon vindicated because it turns out I was very, very anemic. Oh goody...iron pills. Mom and I went on the cruise not knowing what June would bring.
June 2011
Brian finally heard from my doctor and they were panicking #1 because they couldn't find me and #2 based on the blood count they had done on the last day of school, I was bleeding internally somewhere because my iron levels had not improved at all after two weeks of treatment. I was in the gastroenterologist (how do you spell that anyway?) two days after I got home from the cruise...scared out of my wits. A week after that I have a endoscopy/colonoscopy combo to confirm I have an ulcer. No more Excedrin candy for me. But once my ulcer was healed, my headaches pretty much stopped too. A vicious cycle stopped. Whew. Less than a week after that we left for Tahoe to see Brian's family. We had a great visit and even got to see a bear for the first time! Who can resist trout, I ask you?
July 2011
Still on the mend, I went to Texoma to camp with the exchange students. But my grandfather who had fought so hard to stay with us, decided it was time to go with my grandmother at last. His memorial was July 28th. And just like that, we didn't have our grandparents anymore. Still doesn't seem real.
August 2011
Brian and I triumphantly celebrated our second wedding anniversary on the first. We returned to the Lightcatcher where we were married. The first day of school was the 22nd. The Grape Stomp with my girlfriends at the Lightcatcher was the 27th and despite the desperate heat of this summer, we had a great time. On August 31, Brian and I left on a jet plane for Sydney, Australia.
September 2011
We had the time of our lives in Sydney for 10 days. It was such an amazing trip, and I can't believe that I am lucky enough to have stood on the beach on the other side of the world and petted a koala.
October 2011
Brian, my brother and I went to Arkansas to the Blues Festival to see our family. It was David's first time in Helena since he was 7 or so. It was wonderful to bond with another branch of the family. The Rangers made it to the World Series again but again couldn't close the deal. We carved pumpkins as a family.
November 2011
Thanksgiving was the highlight. Brian's parents were home from Tahoe and joined us as did my Mexican brother, Luis. David and I couldn't resist taking him for Black Friday shopping at 5 am. He enjoyed that but the Cowboys game even more. He finally made it to Jerry World in person. He loooooveees the Cowboys. Well, no one is perfect.
December 2011
Brian celebrated his actual birthday on the 11th. David and I bought Mom and Dad a beagle puppy for Christmas and had quite the adventure in the process. Winter Break was much needed and thoroughly enjoyed.
So now, Brian and I begin to plan out our adventures for 2012. Looks like Scotland is on the agenda for vacation. Mom and I are going on another cruise...this time with proper suitcases. Mardi Gras is back on the calendar for next month.
Looking forward to all of it and having a great year with friends and family. Here's to 2012 and making it through 2011.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Random Thoughts
All of these thoughts are more like Facebook posts...but I've had so many at once, people might wonder about me changing my status every thirty seconds to get it all out...so here goes!
Random Thought #1: It was with great joy I started a load of workout clothes this afternoon after my run. That means I have been workin' hard!
Random Thought #2: I may be addicted to technology--officially. I carry my smart phone, my iPad and my Kindle Fire around the house with me. I am typing this on the laptop...
Random Thought 3: Connected to Random Thought #2....I couldn't get through my workout now without my Kindle. I started this week by reading a book as I ran...now I have moved on to watching episodes of The Big Bang Theory. Laughing out loud helps me gauge my oxygenated capabilities...
Random Thought 4: Connected to Random Thought #3...I really want Chinese food tonight for dinner after watching The Big Bang Theory. Fortunately, Brian didn't have a problem with that, and connected to all of the above thoughts, I can eat a little more as I worked out and didn't waste calories on crap at school. Whoo hoo!
Random Thought 5: This one makes me a little sad, but it was revealing. I don't laugh much at work anymore. I laughed a lot today with students and with friends and it felt so good! I believe I will work on that again tomorrow.
Random Thought 6: I feel better each day, physically and mentally. I hadn't realized how much I missed my treadmill.
Enjoy your evening, friends!
Random Thought #1: It was with great joy I started a load of workout clothes this afternoon after my run. That means I have been workin' hard!
Random Thought #2: I may be addicted to technology--officially. I carry my smart phone, my iPad and my Kindle Fire around the house with me. I am typing this on the laptop...
Random Thought 3: Connected to Random Thought #2....I couldn't get through my workout now without my Kindle. I started this week by reading a book as I ran...now I have moved on to watching episodes of The Big Bang Theory. Laughing out loud helps me gauge my oxygenated capabilities...
Random Thought 4: Connected to Random Thought #3...I really want Chinese food tonight for dinner after watching The Big Bang Theory. Fortunately, Brian didn't have a problem with that, and connected to all of the above thoughts, I can eat a little more as I worked out and didn't waste calories on crap at school. Whoo hoo!
Random Thought 5: This one makes me a little sad, but it was revealing. I don't laugh much at work anymore. I laughed a lot today with students and with friends and it felt so good! I believe I will work on that again tomorrow.
Random Thought 6: I feel better each day, physically and mentally. I hadn't realized how much I missed my treadmill.
Enjoy your evening, friends!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Trying to Understand
I had planned an amusing little entry tonight about working out; it's going very well these days.
Instead, as I logged on to the computer, I saw a headline about an armed 8th grader killed in Brownsville by police.
My day at school wasn't a piece of cake, but it was a helluva lot better that everyone's in Brownsville today. I ended my day in tutorials with 3 eighth grade girls visiting me; I taught them last year and they were begging to come back to my class, as they do every time I see them. I am always flattered, but I have to say after reading about this student today, I am savoring it more than usual.
I have taught middle school for 10 years. I am the wife of a dedicated police detective. I am reeling. I have so many questions. Why? What made that boy (because no matter how "mature" they think they are, they are just boys in 8th grade) feel he had no other way to make someone hear him? And the worst part is, because of the choice he made to point the gun at officers, we will never know any answers.
That officer will never forget this day. Not if he lives to be 100 years old. I hope he will take comfort in the knowledge that he did what he had to do to go home safely tonight and to keep the other children in that school safe. I'm sure it's little comfort. He will have no more answers than the rest of us.
To my students and other young people I say--you have people who love you. No matter how bad it may be at home, teachers at school will listen to you.
Real weapons have real consequences. Leave them alone. Period.
Know that no police officer wants to harm you; they want you to follow the law and they want you to go home safely each night. They have the same desire for themselves, as do their families.
Your teachers, principals, custodians, counselors, librarians, and lunch ladies would not come to school each day if they didn't love their work and love you. School is supposed to be a safe place for everyone. We must take of one another so that remains true.
Instead, as I logged on to the computer, I saw a headline about an armed 8th grader killed in Brownsville by police.
My day at school wasn't a piece of cake, but it was a helluva lot better that everyone's in Brownsville today. I ended my day in tutorials with 3 eighth grade girls visiting me; I taught them last year and they were begging to come back to my class, as they do every time I see them. I am always flattered, but I have to say after reading about this student today, I am savoring it more than usual.
I have taught middle school for 10 years. I am the wife of a dedicated police detective. I am reeling. I have so many questions. Why? What made that boy (because no matter how "mature" they think they are, they are just boys in 8th grade) feel he had no other way to make someone hear him? And the worst part is, because of the choice he made to point the gun at officers, we will never know any answers.
That officer will never forget this day. Not if he lives to be 100 years old. I hope he will take comfort in the knowledge that he did what he had to do to go home safely tonight and to keep the other children in that school safe. I'm sure it's little comfort. He will have no more answers than the rest of us.
To my students and other young people I say--you have people who love you. No matter how bad it may be at home, teachers at school will listen to you.
Real weapons have real consequences. Leave them alone. Period.
Know that no police officer wants to harm you; they want you to follow the law and they want you to go home safely each night. They have the same desire for themselves, as do their families.
Your teachers, principals, custodians, counselors, librarians, and lunch ladies would not come to school each day if they didn't love their work and love you. School is supposed to be a safe place for everyone. We must take of one another so that remains true.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Never, never, never, never give up!
The title of this post is actually a paraphrase of Winston Churchill's message in a speech to a graduating class in the 1940s. Paraphrase or not, rather good advice in most cases, I believe.
I really have to come to dislike the idea of New Year resolutions; just like diets, somehow when I know I am restricted to doing something or more importantly, NOT doing something, I want nothing more than to rebel immediately if not sooner. So, no resolutions for me. Just a desire to wear out a pair of shoes.
I retired my first pair of running shoes this morning in favor of a shiny new pair. It has once again been several days since I ran. The plan to work out every day of Winter Break fell apart almost immediately as I got a stomach bug the first weekend that did linger on. By the time I felt better, heck I was on vacation...who wants to exercise then?
But with every glass of wine I have enjoyed and every sugar cookie I savored, something kept nagging at me...probably those 30 extra pounds I have been whining about for awhile now. I even gave in and bought jeans I don't have to hold my breath to get into and sweaters that feel more comfortable on my chubby arms.
BUT, that does NOT mean I have given up! No, no!
In fact, it is amazing how much more comfortable a run is in shoes that haven't completely broken down, and I have to say that though my old shoes were worn for more than just running, it felt pretty good to know that I have worn them out for workout purposes. That suggests that over the last year I have done more productive things than sit on my couch.
The new shoes will be just for running, and I look forward to seeing just how fast I can wear them out, actually. My workout log tells me that since October of last year, I have run 128 miles in 89 workouts.
And I have saved the old jeans. I will be slithering back into those some day soon. Oh yes, I will!
I will miss the Jiggle Butt Run this year...it's next weekend and I am in no shape to tackle it right now. But I think the Cowtown is in February. Brian and I could run that one together.
In any case, I shall be taking a cue from old Sir Winston. Here goes nothing....
I really have to come to dislike the idea of New Year resolutions; just like diets, somehow when I know I am restricted to doing something or more importantly, NOT doing something, I want nothing more than to rebel immediately if not sooner. So, no resolutions for me. Just a desire to wear out a pair of shoes.
I retired my first pair of running shoes this morning in favor of a shiny new pair. It has once again been several days since I ran. The plan to work out every day of Winter Break fell apart almost immediately as I got a stomach bug the first weekend that did linger on. By the time I felt better, heck I was on vacation...who wants to exercise then?
But with every glass of wine I have enjoyed and every sugar cookie I savored, something kept nagging at me...probably those 30 extra pounds I have been whining about for awhile now. I even gave in and bought jeans I don't have to hold my breath to get into and sweaters that feel more comfortable on my chubby arms.
BUT, that does NOT mean I have given up! No, no!
In fact, it is amazing how much more comfortable a run is in shoes that haven't completely broken down, and I have to say that though my old shoes were worn for more than just running, it felt pretty good to know that I have worn them out for workout purposes. That suggests that over the last year I have done more productive things than sit on my couch.
The new shoes will be just for running, and I look forward to seeing just how fast I can wear them out, actually. My workout log tells me that since October of last year, I have run 128 miles in 89 workouts.
And I have saved the old jeans. I will be slithering back into those some day soon. Oh yes, I will!
I will miss the Jiggle Butt Run this year...it's next weekend and I am in no shape to tackle it right now. But I think the Cowtown is in February. Brian and I could run that one together.
In any case, I shall be taking a cue from old Sir Winston. Here goes nothing....
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Cooking Bacon and Breaking the Rules
I am a rule follower by nature. I teach middle school. I married a cop. I am early everywhere I go.
Last night Brian and I had pancakes and bacon for dinner. Brian took the pancake duty and I took the bacon. He was trying out the new griddle he got for Christmas.
Now, as Southerners we know that bacon strips are usually laid out in the pan one at a time, almost reverently. But I have a friend who cooks her bacon just a little differently. But then, Arlene does a lot of things differently.
Arlene is originally from Baltimore and is a Jewish mother. She loves shiny, sparkly earrings, the bigger the better and leopard print anything. She loves you like her own, and makes sure you have plenty to eat at all times. She loves to laugh and finds pleasure in life's little things.
And that brings me back to the bacon. As a born again Southerner, she understands, despite her religion, that bacon is a staple in our diets. Never one to be pressured by the rules, she even cooks her bacon with reckless abandon.
I first saw Arlene cook bacon for a house full of women one weekend at her lake house. She dumped 4 lbs of it in a skillet, turned on the heat, and ootched it around with a spatula until it was perfectly cooked. Who knew? We all stood around the cook top mystified by this new way to perfect bacon.
All my life I had watched it be laid out in single strips in the pan and lovingly tended to until done. Now I see this rebel friend of mine throw the rules out the window and still create something wonderful.
So, as I stood there at the stove last night, I had a conflict. Do I follow the rules and lay out the strips one by one, or do I just select the number of strips I want and toss them into the pan and see what happens?
I took the road less traveled. I took six strips and tossed them in the pan and ootched them around with my spatula until perfectly done. And I took the strangest satisfaction from cooking my bacon "out of the box."
I couldn't help but smile to myself and look forward to the next time I can play with my food.
Last night Brian and I had pancakes and bacon for dinner. Brian took the pancake duty and I took the bacon. He was trying out the new griddle he got for Christmas.
Now, as Southerners we know that bacon strips are usually laid out in the pan one at a time, almost reverently. But I have a friend who cooks her bacon just a little differently. But then, Arlene does a lot of things differently.
Arlene is originally from Baltimore and is a Jewish mother. She loves shiny, sparkly earrings, the bigger the better and leopard print anything. She loves you like her own, and makes sure you have plenty to eat at all times. She loves to laugh and finds pleasure in life's little things.
And that brings me back to the bacon. As a born again Southerner, she understands, despite her religion, that bacon is a staple in our diets. Never one to be pressured by the rules, she even cooks her bacon with reckless abandon.
I first saw Arlene cook bacon for a house full of women one weekend at her lake house. She dumped 4 lbs of it in a skillet, turned on the heat, and ootched it around with a spatula until it was perfectly cooked. Who knew? We all stood around the cook top mystified by this new way to perfect bacon.
All my life I had watched it be laid out in single strips in the pan and lovingly tended to until done. Now I see this rebel friend of mine throw the rules out the window and still create something wonderful.
So, as I stood there at the stove last night, I had a conflict. Do I follow the rules and lay out the strips one by one, or do I just select the number of strips I want and toss them into the pan and see what happens?
I took the road less traveled. I took six strips and tossed them in the pan and ootched them around with my spatula until perfectly done. And I took the strangest satisfaction from cooking my bacon "out of the box."
I couldn't help but smile to myself and look forward to the next time I can play with my food.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Merry Christmas
This is my favorite time of year, period.
Everything and everyone is sparkly and shiny...houses are lit up brightly, Christmas trees peek from front windows. I personally believe that if you use clear lights, it is permissible to leave them on the house all year long. So happy and festive, don't you think? Brian sensibly pointed out that the lights on the bushes would hinder trimming and what not, but really--how often do you have to trim bushes?
The music is happier and fortunately for me a local radio station starts playing it in Novemember, though I noticed that they started around Thanksgiving this time instead of mid-Novemember. Might have been a deejay revolt. All Christmas all the time for almost two months might be tough to take, no matter what they are paid. I drove my students a little crazy with my Pandora Holiday, but at least I didn't start until December 1st. They have already asked hopefully if I will be leaving up the Christmas lights I put up around the room past Christmas. Uh, yeah!
I have decided that next year I am definitely wrapping some faux presents for under the tree. The way the tree looks on Christmas morning with no wrapped gifts under it is a bit depressing. Brian just laughs and shakes his head. I started doing stockings for the fur-babies and Brian and me this year. Next year, I may just add an Elf on the Shelf for us. We may not have kids yet, but no reason why we can't have as much Christmas magic as possible around here.
Speaking of Christmas magic, despite the fact that both Brian and I were under the weather for the days leading up to Christmas, I did manage to make and decorate Christmas cookies this year, one goal I had this year...do some baking. I would still like to put a muffin basket together for the neighbors. Maybe a New Year's gift.
I still didn't get to look at Christmas lights this year, though I am sure that not many people will have already taken theirs down if we went tonight. That was something I loved as a child; my parents would take us out on Christmas Eve...probably to get us sleepy early so Santa could come.
The only child I am really around now for Christmas (except for a fleeting few hours a week ago) is my nephew, Zachary. On Christmas Eve we unwrap our gifts to each other. His unrestrained joy at each gift was a sight to behold. As he ripped the paper from each gift and he realized what was beneath the paper, he would yell, "I've always wanted this!" He's five, remember. Always is a long time, hee hee. But it makes the gift giver feel pretty good to have his undying devotion because you have such excellent taste in toys.
I am becoming a whiz at hooking up new electronics. Hooked up 3 dvd players yesterday and a new stereo. Today I will be working on the surround sound. The trick is to stay calm and not overthink it, I believe.
So now as Brian heads out to work, I must try to put the house back in order. Place all the amazing gifts we received this year and clean since I finally feel well enough.
I hope your Christmases were as wonderful as ours. And think about what I said about clear lights. If we all band together, we could really start something...just sayin'.
Everything and everyone is sparkly and shiny...houses are lit up brightly, Christmas trees peek from front windows. I personally believe that if you use clear lights, it is permissible to leave them on the house all year long. So happy and festive, don't you think? Brian sensibly pointed out that the lights on the bushes would hinder trimming and what not, but really--how often do you have to trim bushes?
The music is happier and fortunately for me a local radio station starts playing it in Novemember, though I noticed that they started around Thanksgiving this time instead of mid-Novemember. Might have been a deejay revolt. All Christmas all the time for almost two months might be tough to take, no matter what they are paid. I drove my students a little crazy with my Pandora Holiday, but at least I didn't start until December 1st. They have already asked hopefully if I will be leaving up the Christmas lights I put up around the room past Christmas. Uh, yeah!
I have decided that next year I am definitely wrapping some faux presents for under the tree. The way the tree looks on Christmas morning with no wrapped gifts under it is a bit depressing. Brian just laughs and shakes his head. I started doing stockings for the fur-babies and Brian and me this year. Next year, I may just add an Elf on the Shelf for us. We may not have kids yet, but no reason why we can't have as much Christmas magic as possible around here.
Speaking of Christmas magic, despite the fact that both Brian and I were under the weather for the days leading up to Christmas, I did manage to make and decorate Christmas cookies this year, one goal I had this year...do some baking. I would still like to put a muffin basket together for the neighbors. Maybe a New Year's gift.
I still didn't get to look at Christmas lights this year, though I am sure that not many people will have already taken theirs down if we went tonight. That was something I loved as a child; my parents would take us out on Christmas Eve...probably to get us sleepy early so Santa could come.
The only child I am really around now for Christmas (except for a fleeting few hours a week ago) is my nephew, Zachary. On Christmas Eve we unwrap our gifts to each other. His unrestrained joy at each gift was a sight to behold. As he ripped the paper from each gift and he realized what was beneath the paper, he would yell, "I've always wanted this!" He's five, remember. Always is a long time, hee hee. But it makes the gift giver feel pretty good to have his undying devotion because you have such excellent taste in toys.
I am becoming a whiz at hooking up new electronics. Hooked up 3 dvd players yesterday and a new stereo. Today I will be working on the surround sound. The trick is to stay calm and not overthink it, I believe.
So now as Brian heads out to work, I must try to put the house back in order. Place all the amazing gifts we received this year and clean since I finally feel well enough.
I hope your Christmases were as wonderful as ours. And think about what I said about clear lights. If we all band together, we could really start something...just sayin'.
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