first snow

it's the most wonderful time of the year

The Christmas season is upon us. Joy to the shopping experience! I'm pretty excited for Lexie this year. I think she's going to love all that "Santa" brings her. Emmie, I think, couldn't care less. Just give that baby something to drool on and she's happy.

Thanksgiving was nice. I ate too much as usual. We went out with my dad the night after the big turkey day and I ate too much again. And, I drank wine. Red, glorious, delicious wine. One glass had me feeling tipsy, so my dreams of drunken debauchery didn't come to pass. That's okay. The knowledge that I could drink as much as I wanted was enough for me.

All in all, it's shaping up to be a great holiday season.

thankful

I'm sitting here waiting for S to wake his lazy butt up. Doesn't he realize that today is the national "stuff yourself into a come with food" holiday? I've been up for hours, counting down until we can go over to my mom's. I plan on doing some major turkey grubbing this year.

This is the first Thanksgiving in three years that I get to enjoy. 2002 was a bust, I suffered my second miscarriage and had a D&C the day before. Not fun. 2003 I was pregnant with Lexie and suffering from horrid morning sickness, and it was all I could do not to gag at the sight of the turkey. 2004 was a repeat of that only this time I was knocked up with Emmie. So, this year I am neither a)pregnant, b)breastfeeding or c)on any type of horrible medication that causes severe stomach pain (this was in 2002), so I am totally pigging out and drinking me some liquor. Woohoo liquor (agh, I'm starting to sound like a frat-boy).

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving everyone. May your stomach become extended, in that totally good way!

bad blogger, go to your room

I haven't been updating much lately. Not much to say, life is boring. Considering staging an accident just to liven the place up.

I've also been a bad blog reader. I'm sorry I haven't been leaving comments. But, I am still reading so that must count for something.

Well, that's all I wanted to say. Back to my regularly scheduled boredom.

have a giggle

to make sure my day starts out right, I make sure I get a healthy dose of THIS every morning. Just try and watch that without smiling.

There are places I remember

I was all set Monday to come on and post about my wonderful weekend in the great state of Washington, but Aunt Flow decided to drop by and wreak havoc on me and my uterus. Oh! The! Cramps! I swear on Tuesday I thought I was in labor again, that's how bad they were.

So, Paul was awesome. Of course. I have to admit here, because I can't to anyone I really know, that I cried a little during his first act. Which I think would have been okay if he had been singing Maybe I'm Amazed or Yesterday or something, not Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart Club, sheesh I'm such a 'tard. But really, there I was watching a Beatle sing. To me!!! I loved every freaking moment, even when he dragged Hey Jude on to eternity and back (with viewer participation even). For being 63 years old, he puts on such an awesome show. Makes me a little sad thinking about how anyone these days can put out an album. Paul's from the time in music history where a little thing called talent was a necessity for making it big.

I got to drive around my old hometown and see how much it's changed. Boy, has it! I walked through my high school and got lost, they've totally revamped the entire building. The only recognizable feature to me was the choir room, where I spent many, many hours. The piano is even the same. I ran into the hot PE teacher and he kinda recognized me. I was bummed to hear he's married (always that schoolgirl fantasy), though I think it bummed him out more to learn that I was too...not because of that! Because now he realizes that he is getting old. So am I, for that matter.

All of my old houses look the same. That's comforting to me somehow. Knowing they are still the same, though so much is changing around them makes me think of my life. I still feel the same, but so much has changed since I was that awkward, obnoxious teenager. Seeing all these old places made me proud of who I am. I no longer put so much stock in what others think (god, I was so bad at that in high school). I have always marched to my own beat, but now I do so proudly. As I think everyone should.

want to help?

If you look over to the right hand side of this here snazzy blog, you will see two new links under the header 'tis the season for giving.

The first is something I just became involved in through my church. They basically fill show boxes full of toys and goodies for children in need around the world!

The second is something I became involved with a few months ago. Basically, it is a pen-pal service for those serving over seas. It's an awesome feeling knowing that my letters are brightening one soldier's day.

So check them out, maybe you'll want to get involved too!

seattle bound

I'm off for a few days. I'm heading over to Seattle with my parents, sisters, and kids to see Sir PAUL McCARTNEY in concert. That's right, I'm going to see a real live Beatle. I'm just so excited I could plotz.

I'll be back Sunday night. Hopefully with a wonderful story about how Paul agreed to leave his peg-legged bitch of a BRIDE (I don't like her, can you tell?) and begged me to run away with him. I will have thought about it briefly, thinking that maybe with me as his muse he'll start writing some decent songs again (you know LINDA had to have inspired the shit out of him!), but alas will have to break his heart. I just can't give up eating meat, not even for a famous, vegan, ex-Beatle...sigh.