Frrrozen Hot Chocolate

Get this...
My sister is in New York City with my parents for Christmas, and she just called me and asked me to look up an address on the Internet for her for a place to get hot chocolate.
Apparently, she remembers that in the movie Serendipity the main characters stopped in at a restaurant and had a big cup of hot chocolate, and she wants to go there too.
Coincidentally, the hot spot is also called Serendipity, and is on East 60th Street in New York. So, I relayed the address so that they could go get hot chocolate. Talk about some expensive brown water!
Then, while we're talking, she says, "Hey look, Mom! There's a Prada store across the street!"
Argh. I'm so jealous!

Kiss It

My child has reached the age where if he falls and starts to cry, I can ask him where it hurts and he'll show me. So, I started asking if I could kiss it and make it better, and he lets me. It's so cute, now, because he'll fall or hit something and then come straight to me and start holding out his arm or head or whatever hurts and he'll push it to my lips so that I can kiss it. It's so cute!
But now my question is this... I can kiss it and make it better for him, but who will kiss my hurts?
Today is Christmas eve, and for the first time in I can't count how long (since 8th grade) I won't be playing in the three Christmas Eve services at my parents' church. For me, that was the definition of Christmas. Now, here I sit in my pajamas, watching my child make a mess of my house, all by ourselves. It's depressing that I'm not with my family, and that I'm not helping make this beautiful music, and that my husband has to work. But, he'll be home tonight, and we'll start our first tradition with Micheal tomorrow morning, and I am excited about that.

And before I forget... Happy Birthday to my little brother, who turns 18 TODAY! I can't believe he's that old, because that means I'm old, too!

Merry Christmas!

I'm Gonna Say it Anyway!

This year, the world has hit a new low. Retail stores and commercials everywhere, and even my favorite daytime TV shows have eliminated using the phrase Merry Christmas, and now have to either say Happy Holidays or say nothing at all. The worst part is that most of them have chosen the nothing at all option.
I have been upset by this all holiday season, and then I started looking around. At our faculty Christmas luncheon, or any faculty get-together that involves food, our superintendent freely says a blessing for the food, and allows us to freely express our Christianity by saying Merry Christmas. We went to my husband's "company" Christmas party the other night, and we opened with a prayer and the "forbidden phrase" abounded everywhere! And these are city employees! :) Then, I went into Hobby Lobby, and heard Christmas carols instead of the usual Christian music, and I was not offended. It was refreshing to be able to hear carols instead of being offended by people that DON'T want to hear them. This is the holiday season, so celebrate it!
So, I have decided that this year's politically correctness will not apply to me, and I will continue to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year, and I will not be ashamed.
I'm not saying that those people who would like to celebrate their own holiday can not, because just this morning I watched a commercial about Hannukah, and I wouldn't be surprised to see one about Kwanzah, either. Let those who believe celebrate, and those who don't can keep their X. But I won't take the Christ out of my family's Christmas, and I hope that you don't either.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Guilty Pleasures

Before Melinda left town, I scouted out a few places where we could go for one last pedicure. Problem was, we both ran out of time to do it together. So, for her, I went anyway. And since I felt bad that the establishment wasn't getting the double sale, I felt the need to get a little extra done to make up for the missing person. So, I got my nails done, too.
I grew up with my mother's fingernails. If they grow, they grow really pretty, and then all of a sudden, somehow each and every one of the nails that took a good couple of weeks to grow one or two at a time breaks off, usually below the nail line, and deep into the meat of my finger. I also have nails that are layered, and the top layer lifts off all the time. My husband says I need to drink more milk, but I know that I drink plenty of that(no matter what AS says about dairy), so I don't have that excuse. So, in order to combat that problem, I used to get my nails done all the time to keep them strong. That was before Micheal came along. Once he came along, there was no more time for such luxuries, and my nails got pushed to the back burner, just to get them growing, and then bend one and break it again.
My husband has his "habits" that cost a little bit of pocket change every month, and I didn't think it was fair that I had to quit mine. So, I asked, and he agreed.
My nails look good, and my feet feel good, and I have no guilt about dropping my child off at his babysitter's to play with other little boys while Mommy worked out and had a little "play" time.
Now I'll have to think of something to do tomorrow so he can go play with the boys again!
Or maybe we'll just stay home and play together again! :)

Everyone Else Did!

I decided to jump off the bridge along with everyone else.

Lately, all my blog friends have been changing their backgrounds, causing me to do a double-take when I click on my link and am used to seeing a certain color pop up. It really messes wih me when that's not what shows up. So, I decided today to do it, too!

Now I just have to figure out how to make things look kinda like they did before. Argh... Melinda helped me do it last time. I guess this time I've have to try it solo and see how good of a teacher she was.

Have a good day!