It's A Happy Anniversary

Ok, so it turns out that a Saturday is much better than a Friday. Jennifer, thanks for your comments. They made me laugh out loud. And, just so you know, I'm a big fan of Peep and hilarious crap found in basements, also :)

So, life moves on; it's our 11th anniversary and all is back to pretty good with the world. Because, as they say, it's only money, right??? And, after getting Chinese food for lunch today, I realized the source of my Friday pain. It was right there in front of me (well, wrapped up in a little fortune cookie...) "You may fall into a spell of shininess. Don't buy it." I think that's exactly what happened. I fell into the shininess and it kicked me in the butt. But, thanks to great friends and an absolutely amazing family, everything's gonna be all right.

Happy Saturday, Everybody.

And Then God Laughed

Unfortunately, He and I don't always share the same sense of humor.

Also, good to note, I can't throw up on command. No matter how much I think I want to. Tears are easier. So, that was the choice for today. Here's hoping that tomorrow is much less emotionally exhausting. I could use a little break before the next curveball...

Friday Starts Off With The Biggest Curveball So Far

I'm not sure whether to cry or throw up. Maybe I'll do both.

It's Not From A Song But I Like It

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. ~Henry Miller

What Is It About Thursdays That Brings Out The Psycho In Me?

Ever had one of those mornings where you wake up and everything is good? It's only 10 in the morning and I've spent the last couple of hours singing random Christmas songs, talking to the birds outside, and chatting with strangers at the grocery store. Have you ever been in such a great mood that you can't contain yourself? Me neither. I'm kinda creepin' myself out...

And Then There Was Napping

Beauty of more sleep

the bed presents its right side

midday do-over

What says thank you for miraculously allowing my child to fall asleep better than a poorly conceived haiku?

Exactly.

I Have Never Seen A Child So Grouchy. Ever.

All I'm saying is if we both survive this day I deserve a giant shiny gold medal. AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH.

That's How It Goes

78 minutes of my life I will never get back. A tired arm and a sore neck. Not one Christmas card addressed. Mother-in-laws are...never mind.

This Time I'm Serious (or 2008 Is My Year)

Every year around this time something magical takes place. Without fail, we take time to watch our favorite Christmas movies. There's something about working on Christmas presents or wrapping or just sitting around with a cup of Earl Grey and watching classics like It's a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, and National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. One of my favorites is White Christmas. I can't get enough of the music, the look Danny Kaye gives Bing Crosby when he rubs his arm, the elaborate costumes, just the whole cheesy thing. I love it. But, my very favorite part is the showgirl who says in her nasally, grating voice "Mutual, I'm sure." Every single time it cracks me up and every single year I boldly declare "I'm totally going to start saying that!" And, then, every single year, I forget. But, this time I'm serious. This time I'm dedicated. 2008 is going to be the year where I will bring "Mutual, I'm sure" back to common usage. You've been warned. Mutual, I'm sure...

Oh, And Also

Good news for a Monday? I think my Powers Of Suggestion may have returned after a very long absence. I have so much Suggestin' to catch up on...

Apropos Of Nothing. Really.

I finally figured it out. It's not that I can't read people; I'm just incredibly slow and move my lips too much when I'm doing the reading.