Merry Christmas Eve Eve!

I have the strangest sense of deja-vu….I have presents to wrap, and floors to mop, and children to bathe, and cheeseballs to fabricate, and cookies to decorate…



Tappity, tappity, tappity, tap…oh, shut up, list and presents and floors and unassembled-cheese-ball-components. CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BLOGGING?

Now I remember what it used to take to do this: hip, hip, hooray for denial and avoidance!

So yesterday I went with My Beloved to the “big city”, where we cheated death at least 4 times (that we know of) as we navigated around white-knuckled drivers with their eyeballs spinning in opposite directions from each other, singing IT’S THE MOST! WONDERFUL TIME! OF THE YEEEEEAR!! and we bought all kinds of Christmas essentials like candy canes and grapefruit and tea and dates and bully sticks and cat food and Larabars and…

What do you mean, bully sticks are not Christmas essentials?

I’ll have you know our dogs find them extremely festive.

If you don’t know what a bully stick is, consider yourself lucky. Do NOT google it! No! Don’t do it!!!!! Save yourself and the purity of your mind!

You did it, didn’t you? And now you’re scarred for life. You never listen to me.

Speaking of things that will scar you for life, check out this link. It’s my darling brother’s blog. No, not that brother, the other brother. This particular brother has the distinction of being able to make me laugh harder than any other human on earth. His blog is full of helpful information that is sure to enrich your life and fill your heart with holiday cheer.*

Speaking of holiday cheer, do you own the Toby Mac Christmas CD? Because if you don’t, there has been a gross miscarriage of justice in your life. Not to put too fine a point on it.

To be completely truthful, I only listen to the first half of it. That’s the Toby Mac part. The second half is the members of his DiverseCity band with their contributions, and they just don’t thrill me. But the first half is well worth the money. If you like music that sounds best when turned up to 11, that is. If you prefer music that causes butterflies to dance ballet upon the petals of orchids held between the buttcheeks of unicorns as they graze upon rainbows, then Toby Mac is probably not for you, and why do you read my blog?

Okay, so there’s this to-do list…it’s not content with hanging on the refrigerator anymore. It has now leapt (lept? leaped? leap’d?) down and scaled the leg of my desk chair, where it is persistently tapping upon my shoulder and tugging at my earlobe. Le sigh.

I saw the new Sherlock Holmes, and I have a few thoughts about it. More on that later.

I have some sweet memories about Christmasses past to share. More on that later.

I have lots of pictures to post. More on those later.

For now, enjoy your Christmas Eve Eve! May all cookies be spicy and your cheeseballs free from MSG.

*disclaimer: This particular post from my darling brother is completely safe for viewers of all ages, if you don’t mind a little emotional scarring. Other posts may not be deemed appropriate for general viewing, depending upon your tolerance for irreverence, parody, satire, and the F word

Merry Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve!

Hello, everyone!

Or, “one”, as the case probably is.

Hello, one. One who is still reading. One who remembers, vaguely, that I used to have a sort of blog-type thingie that I wrote on with feverish regularity.

Thanks for keeping me around, even if it was simply because it was easier than deleting me. How are you?

So today is Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve, and here I sit. I need to wrap some presents and scrub my toilet(s) and bake some things and cook some other things and run to the gross grocery store and bathe some children and plan some menus and do some last-minute shopping and mop the floor and go to the bathroom and play the lottery and call my mother and, apparently, kick my own butt off the computer, but somehow I got it into my head to write something, so that’s what I’m doing. Because I am, in fact, the boss of me.

Two years ago, I wrote this. Apparently, I was pretty merry.

Today, I feel subdued. Not sure why. More coffee? Less PMS? Both? Almost certainly. 

What’s been going on with me? Most notably, a second grandson, named Isaiah. He will turn one in February. I always wanted a February baby and never had one personally, so my daughter obliged. She’s so accomodating! Always has been, her whole life. So sweetly obedient and compliant.

You can’t see me, but I’m snorting with barely-contained mirth right now.

Even so, she did manage to fill in that glaring gap in the birthday calendar with this scrumptious piece of humanity, and, all kidding aside, is quite the lovely daughter.


More about him later.

My own baby looks like this now:


More about him later.

This past year has held many challenges, victories, joys, and trials.

More about that later.

Maybe. I CAN promise that, as long as I keep breathing and possess digits on my upper extremities, I will occasionally remember where my blog dashboard is, and maybe perhaps, when time allows, type a few words here and there, perhaps 0-7 times per week, leaning more towards the left side of that number line.

Just in case you needed specifics.