I decided early in 2009 that I was going to grow my hair out to donate it to be used for wigs. I figured that someone with as much hair as I have should do it at least once.
I had originally planned to donate it to Locks of Love. Recently, however, I became aware of Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths program which provides wigs for women whereas Locks of Love is for children. With the amount of gray hair that I have these days, I’ve pretty much decided to go the Beautiful Lengths route.
However, since the Beautiful Lengths site says that donations should be no more than 5% gray, this may be my one and only donation. Let’s face it, there’s no turning back the hands of time here.
So, when I made this decision, I talked to my hair stylist and she told me to count on about a two year commitment. That was probably in April of last year; not even a year and a half ago.
I went to see my stylist a few months ago and she said, “Okay, are you ready?” I wasn’t. So I went home and started surfing the internets and looking at pictures of what kind of style I might want. The one I kept coming back to was a medium/short style of Rachael Ray’s. Knowing how thick my hair is, though, I knew that it would not turn out exactly like hers.
I gave it a couple of more months just to make sure I had plenty of length. And then last week I made my appointment.
Today, my stylist cut about 12 inches off my hair.
She had to cut at it for several minutes before she was able to completely cut through the ponytail. My hair is just that thick. To give you a reference point, at the top of the ponytail, it is three inches in circumference. That, my friends, is a lot of hair.
Then came what I believe is every woman’s favorite part of a hair cut… washing. Here’s an in-process shot.
And even after cutting about a foot of hair off in a ponytail, you wouldn’t believe the amount of hair that she still cut off after that. If only it could be used. It filled up her little dustpan thingy completely.
So then we were done. I even sprung for her to dry and style it for me… I never do that. I’m always the one that’s headed home with a wet head to dry it myself because it just takes so dang long.
Before and after pictures:
And one final shot.
I could so totally be on America's Next Top Model, y'all.
Totally.
A friend called me earlier this week and asked me if I could help her out with a project for her work. She works in marketing and communications for a local children's hospital and they were putting together a marketing piece showing a "day in the life" of a working mom.
Being a non-profit, they were on a limited budget and needed to get some volunteers to interact in some of the scenes with their "mom" for the photo shoot. I got to play the part of her boss who was not real thrilled with her having to leave work to pick up her sick child.
Apparently I played the part well. I was told that I was "the meanest boss ever" as my friend stood on the other side of the room and giggled at me as I said things like, "I don't have kids because I'm focused on my career," and sighed loudly as the "mom" pretended to take a phone call in the middle of a meeting.
I felt like I had to say out-loud several times, "I am SO not that person." Clearly, I relate more with the mom who has to leave work sometimes for her kids. And I certainly get the feeling that the men I work with don't get it. They aren't as blatant as I was being, but it's a similar sentiment and definitely a negative vibe at times.
It was a fun experience for a first time doing something like that. And I went through the rest of my day feeling pretty good about myself after it.
Then came aerobics.
For some reason after no very far into our step aerobics workout, my lower back became very sore and fatigued. I thought I might not finish the workout. But after some stretching I decided to just power on through and it wasn't too bad. Then during our floor exercises (leg lifts and abs) my hip started really hurting. Like down in the joint. (I'm guessing I must have been compensating for my back, causing the pain in my hips.)
I finally hobbled home feeling like I was falling apart.
I promptly told my man to just start calling me MeeMaw because clearly I had aged 50 years in the course of a day.
Would America's Top Model take an 86 year old?
I’ve been on a cleaning out binge lately. I get the phrase, “Get it out of my house,” in my mind and I just go cleaning out nuts. I took the day off of work one day recently to do some more cleaning and my project for the day was to clean out our stash of books.
Do you know what I realized?
I have travel books from almost every international trip I have ever taken. You know, just in case I ever decide to go back and need to remind myself of what there is to do there.
I mean, seriously. I have over a decade of travel books.
I have books that were given to me as I prepared to spend a summer in southern France as an au pair in 1994 between my junior and senior years of college. And not just any old books, mind you. Clearly the members of my family had some concerns that were expressed in the books they gave me.
I think my dad was concerned that I’d get lost… I’m sure in more ways that in the physical sense.
And clearly my sister was concerned that I would either commit some kind of horrible cultural faux-pas or be horribly dressed and out of style.
I have travel books from our honeymoon to New Zealand in 1996. Never mind that we actually have a cousin living there, now.
I have not only travel books, but a language book complete with tapes from our trip to Greece in 2000.
But let’s keep in mind that when we’re talking Greek, a couple of tapes are only going to get you as far as “Please,” “Thank you,” “Bathroom,” and “Beer.” Those are the four most important things, anyways. Right? Right.
And, of course I still have the Paris and Continental Europe books from the trip in 2004 when I had the opportunity to travel with Mike on business.
Isn’t it funny the things we hold onto to remind us of where we’ve been? We buy souvenirs and, apparently, some of us keep travel books. But think of how old those books are. Are they still accurate?
Granted, there are certain things like the Notre Dame, the Parthenon and Buckingham Palace that will never move or really change. But the restaurants and hotels? There’s no way any of that information is accurate.
But, when it comes down to it, I am a keeper. I like to keep things that remind me of good or special times. Historically, I have been a scapbooker and while life recently has not afforded me time to work on such endeavors, I enjoy doing scrapbooks because of this very reason.
But my “keeper” mentality goes beyond travel books. I keep other things also. For instance, I just realized the other day that I still have every bit of crystal giftware that we received for our wedding 14 years ago. Bowls, candlesticks, platters, picture frames and a hurricane lamp. Some of it I used decoratively in our home at first. But then tastes change and kids come along and now it’s all just sitting on a shelf collecting dust.
As with the books, I have to sit back and ask myself, “Why?”
For one thing I think keeping is sometimes easier than getting rid of or cleaning out.
Isn’t that true in other areas of life as well? Isn’t it sometimes easier to hold on to fear or bitterness than to let Jesus do a healing work? If nothing else, it’s usually more comfortable.
For a time.
But once you truly do the cleaning out your house just feels so much better. Just like our lives and the freedom we have when we let Jesus do a healing work in us.
While I don’t normally make New Year’s resolutions, I am attempting to resolve to not be such a keeper.
And not just of books.
What about you? Are you a keeper?
Dear 2010,
I have been looking forward to your arrival for time, now. Your predecessor, 2009, was not all together kind to or easy on us here in the WayMoreHomemade household. Needless to say, we were not sorry to see her go.
However, as I see you usher in a new decade I realize that this past decade has thrown my way most of the changes that my life has ever seen. The last decade saw me through the births of two children, the loss of two babies in miscarriage, a move halfway across the country and back again, finding my place working outside of the home a couple of different times, the loss of Mike’s job and the beginning of him working on his own.
I have to admit that if the new decade that you bring with you has as much change in store for us as the last, I might prefer you to just not show up for a while. But, in the infinite wisdom of Truvy (played by Dolly Parton) in the movie Steel Magnolias,
“Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize that it’s marchin’ across your face.”
So, 2010, we’re accept that you’re here and we look forward to you sticking around for about 364 days.
Please play nice.
Much love,
Donna
This is a very busy week for me at work. Very busy.
So I think I am just going to take a short little bloggy vacation this week to take off any self imposed stress.
I probably won't be around to tweet much either.
Unless, of course, the Aggies actually show up to their game this weekend. At which time you will definitely hear from me.
Most definitely.
Have a good one and I'll see you next week.
If I seem a little absent this week it's because... well... I am.
July is here and it's the one month a year that I seriously get into a sporting event (besides Aggie football in September-November). Yes, the Tour de France has begun and my watching of it has seriously cut into any blogging time I have in the evenings, mornings, mid-day... you get the picture. I've been looking forward to these three weeks for quite some time now and it has been a fun race to watch so far. If you didn't know, Lance Armstrong is out of retirement and has rejoined the Tour this year and is on an excellent team. I may just have to break down and finally make some croissants in honor of the Tour for the 21st stage in Paris. We'll see how ambitious I feel come the end of July.
This week is also interesting because my girl is at camp all week. We took her out to camp on Sunday afternoon and go to pick her up Friday evening. I've been seeing some pictures online and can tell that she is having a good time fishing, kayaking and doing daily ranch chores.
This is her second year to go for overnight camp but something is different this year. I actually got a letter from her. A real life snail-mail letter. I think I'm going to frame it. Last year I sent her with several pre-addressed stamped envelopes and paper and got a big fat nuthin'. So imagine my surprise when we saw a letter from her in the mail on Tuesday.
It's been interesting having only Nathan around this week. Things seem a little easier and I think he is enjoying having mom and dad to himself. But it's clear he misses Sarah a little. We took him to a local water park on Wednesday and as we were getting ready and telling him where we were going he said, "But I need a sister to go with me." Awww.
On another completely unrelated note, I've added some things to my side bar. I feel like a real-life blogger now that I've signed up with Feedburner and have posted a widget for subscription in not only in readers, but by email as well. So, if you'd like to get updates from the dear ol' blog in your email inbox, just head on over and sign up. I have the same things on the Recipe Blog, too.
Y'all have a good day and I'll be back tomorrow with a "fresh" Foodie Friday post.
Do you mind if we just fast forward on to Friday?
M'kay?
If you didn't realize, we live in North Texas (which by definition includes two major cities that I would prefer to go un-named). And if you saw any news or the Weather Channel at any point since Wednesday evening, you might know at this point that we had some nasty thunderstorms come through here Wednesday night and Thursday morning.
When it all was said and done, we had no damage, just some tree limbs down from some pretty high straight line winds (several very large ones in our neighborhood).
But.
Our electricity went out at 11:30 pm on Wednesday night.
My little man was awoken by another loud thunderstorm in the middle of the night and ended up in bed with us because... there was still no electricity.
I was awakened to a wet bed because little man had an accident while he was in bed with us and... there was still no electricity.
I was late to work, took a shower in the dark and dried my hair at my office because... there was still no electricity.
We called our babysitter and told her to not come because... there was still no electricity.
We talked to our babysitter later that morning during what was torrential downpour of a storm and found out that their house had water coming into it and... we still had no electricity.
Our phone at home which is connected to our digital cable doesn't work because the modem's backup battery only lasts a couple of hours. So don't call our home phone because... there is still no electricity.
My man is now trying to salvage a few things out of our fridge and take them to his dad's house because... there is still no electricity.
The likelyhood of a Foodie Friday post tomorrow is pretty slim because... you guessed it, there is still no electricity.
You know, I think I wouldn't be so bothered if we had a lot of damage, or if our entire neighborhood or community was without power. But it is just a few houses in our little neighborhood. Do you have any idea of how low on the priority list that makes us? My guess is pretty low.
So now I'm off to figure out if the bread dough I mixed last night it still any good to bake today, how to clean my mattress and figure to out where to sleep tonight as it doesn't look hopeful for our electricity situation.
On the upside, our usage and subsequently our bill will be a little bit lower.
*sigh*
I shared with you about a month ago that we had some birds who had built their nest in our garage. Click here to see that post.
Two weeks ago on Sunday, Mike noticed that there were, in fact, 2 baby birds in the nest. We are not sure when they hatched and, in fact, we were a little surprised because we hadn’t heard any of the noises we would have expected from baby birds. They were surprisingly quiet.
Being the curious sort that we are, we continued to check on them periodically over the next couple of days and got concerned when it didn’t seem that they were moving and we hadn’t seen either parent in a while. We were afraid that they hadn’t made it and / or that the parents had abandoned the nest.
Then, after a day or so, Mike told me that they had moved since the last time he had checked. And then we did begin noticing parent birds around and about. We began to have hope for them again.
Then he heard the sweetest thing. Mama or Daddy bird came in with an insect to feed them. Once they were at the nest and the babies were aware that there was food to be had, Mike said that he heard the faintest little peeping coming from the nest. Not long after that, I took this picture with my phone.
My research told me that they were Carolina Wrens (research being a loose term for my father-in-law). Once I figured out what kind of birds they were, I began doing some real internet style research on the chicks and knew that they would fledge from the nest at about 12 – 14 days old.
But, we did not know when they had hatched, so we had no idea when they would be ready to leave the nest. So we were surprised to come home from a day trip on the following Saturday evening to two baby birds out of the nest. The problem was that one had fallen into the feed tube of our chipper/shredder (that little small tube towards the bottom there).
We’re such softies that we couldn’t possibly leave him there. So, we set about formulating a plan for his safe release and eventually came to the conclusion that the chipper would have to come apart.
Several years ago, my man received as a gift these suspending shelf things for storage in the garage. They are WONDERFUL!
They secure into the beams inside your ceiling and there's a little thing-a-ma-giggy that you stick in and turn to raise or lower them.
Did you like my oh-so-technical description, there?
The car parks right underneath them and they are great for getting some of those bigger & bulkier items out of the way that may not fit on an ordinary shelf.
So, what my man and I learned is that we have some birds nesting in one of ours. It's really rather ingenious. Completely sheltered from the elements. Warm enough, yet cool enough. Low visibility for predators. Quite the perfect spot.
You can see the nest right up in between the two blue things and above the white thing. (Yeah, they're great for organization, but I have no idea what's up there.)
Oh and behind the trash bags from Costco and a spool of wire for who knows what purpose.
And I got brave enough the other day to look inside...
So, I guess I'm going to be an AUNTIE!!!
But, what do you suppose I do if this happens?
It would be disastrous as baby birds would have a harder time getting food from me than my own children did.
Go visit Jo-Lynne at Musings of a Housewife for more "What I Learned" posts. Join us and share your own story of what you've learned.
If you need me this week, this is where I'll be...
Oh, and at work, and playing taxi driver, and thinking up an Easter menu, and....
I posted a while back that we were able to re-do our kid-centered "play room" into a more family centered t.v. room with some Christmas money. It has been such a fun thing and a blessing that we have enjoyed immensely.
However, all good things have by-products. This one had two.
One of those were the huge boxes that the sofa and chair came in. They were so much fun to play in that we had an entire Sunday afternoon devoted to playing in the boxes before they went out in the trash on Monday. We cleaned out the garage and invited friends over and everything. Here's a glimpse...
But this is the other by-product. All the stuff that I cleaned out and need to get rid of. And this doesn't include the empty entertainment center that is sitting in my living room that can't be rearranged with it still sitting there. Nor does it include the 3 sets of speakers we need to get rid of.I had a difficult week last week... to say the least. I sliced a bit off my left ring finger last Saturday and then began to get sick with an upper respiratory infection… aka bronchitis. I’m not entirely convinced I didn’t have pneumonia, but that word was never actually used with my doctor, so I will refrain from self-diagnosing. Yeah, right.
So, here’s what I learned.
1. Slicing bits off of your finger is a painful way to get out of cooking for a week.
2. Chocolate Cherry Bread from Central Market while waiting for your Pei Wei order to be ready does a pretty good job of taking your mind off of your sliced off finger woes.
3. It never fails that when you feel your worst and make a doctor appointment with a non-quack-shack doctor for the next day, you immediately start feeling better.
4. Antibiotics really can be quite expensive. Expensive to the tune of $140 for 5 pills. Yes, you read that right. In case you can't fully appreciate this cost, that's like almost $30/pill. And they’re not even diamond encrusted! This is the supposed wonder drug:
And my insurance didn’t cover but like $20 of it. Thankfully my doctor gave me a coupon, saving me a whopping $25, bringing my cost down to a mere $95.
5. Cold air helps to open up your air passages to help you breathe better. Thanks 3girlsmom!
6. The best way to self administer said cold air in the 70 degree Texas weather in February is to lie down on your kitchen floor with your head at the base of your freezer with the freezer door ajar.
7. My kitchen floor is dirty.
8. Frozen Thin Mints may or may not help the opening of said air passages… I tend toward thinking they may not. But it’s an easy way to convince myself it’s okay to eat a few. And, as a bonus, they take your mind off the dirty kitchen floor.
9. There are some interesting things in my freezer that you can only see when lying on the floor with your head at the base of the freezer with the freezer door ajar.
10. If anything serious ever really happens to me, the fast food industry in our area will encounter a boom like it has never known before.
This post is part of the "What I Learned This Week" series at Musings of a Housewife. Go visit Jo-Lynne and read more of what others have learned this week.
Since it had been an entire 36 hours since I had seen them last, I just had to go back and talk to my friends at the Care Now clinic on Monday morning.
I'd had a little bit of a cough for a few days, but I woke up on Monday morning with my throat on fire. Not wanting to expose anyone at work to who-knows-what, I went on into the clinic and got checked out.
Their assesment was what I had suspected... drainage and an upper respiratory infection. I got antibiotics and a decongestant.
I don't know what the deal is, but the antibiotics aren't working.
I'm exhausted. I'm coughing more. I'm exhausted.
In fact, I'm going to go lie down. I'll be in touch with y'all again once I emerge from this.
Seriously hoping I didn't catch the flu while I was at the clinic like I did a few years ago.
The ostrich:
- can grow to be up to 9 feet tall.
- can run at about 40 – 45 mph.
- has the largest eyes of any land animal on earth.
- lives in the African savanna (or savannah).
- can kill a lion with a single kick.
- has a claw at the end of each wing for defense.
- eats leaves, lizards and bugs.
Do you know how I know all of that off the top of my head? It’s because we’ve been doing the ostrich project from hades in our house here recently. Complete with research, maps to color, bibliography, and an art project.
We started out on a fantastic note when we went to the library to get some books. I was off work on MLK day and took the kids to the park and then to our city public library to start our research. We got there only to find that all the ostrich books had been checked out. So, mom and dad, who have jobs and can’t get to the library on the very first day that we get the assignment, get punished and have to look at other libraries in neighboring cities.
And for our art project, we couldn’t just do a collage or something simple that was offered as a choice. No. We had to choose to do a clay model of at least 10 inches. Which involved a lot more than just clay, and a lot of cleaning up after we were done.
The whole thing has been driving me crazy.
But it is done and turned in today. Praise Jesus, it is done and turned in today.
Any teachers out there? Don’t you realize that all of this is way more stressful on the parent that the child? Do you think our time materializes out of NOWHERE? Because you know, it’s all about me, here. Don’t give me any of that “teaching them about research” junk. I don’t have time for this.
OK. I’m glad to have that out of my system. I’m better now.
And by the way, her best friend (whose mom is one of my best friends) is the one who checked out all the ostrich books from our city library. I told her to start using her own city’s library, thankyouverymuch.
Overall, it was probably a good experience for her and she learned a lot at the ostrich.
And so did I, just in case you didn’t know.
You know the feeling. That sinking feeling that someone doesn’t like you. Or that they’re out to get you. Or that they don’t think very much of you and your abilities.
Insecurity.
Who would have thought that someone as prideful as I can be would have such strong feelings of inferiority and insecurity. But it’s there. And I’m just thankful that I can recognize it for what it is because I don’t know that I would have before a few days ago.
A few days ago, over at the LPM blog, Beth Moore wrote this post about insecurity and asked us to anonymously share our stories of how insecurity has made a fool out of us. Just thinking about it was eye opening for me. I never realized how insecure I can be at times and how it manifests itself in my actions.
Some things have happened recently that have got me realizing how insecure I can really be at times. At first I get mad because something doesn’t go how I think it should. Then as I refuse to act in anger, I think about the situation and the vain imaginations begin of seeing something sinister behind what happened. Then as other things happen, that are likely unrelated whatsoever, my brain begins to add 0 + 0 and gets 200! I’m on overload at this point and almost cannot control the insecure thoughts and feelings.
But I decided today that it will not make a fool out of me. I refuse to acknowledge it in my actions. And I am seeking scripture to recite to replace the thoughts.
On this inauguration day, I'm not sure what to do other than flash back to four years ago.
We were living in Northern Virginia at the time and saw the inaugural as possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity. And we took it.
Much like today, it was cold, crowded, and at certain points, miserable (especially since I was pregnant and needed to pee the better part of the time that we spent in the security line - for two hours). But I love the fact that my husband and daughter and I can say that we went and participated... even if it was just in the parade.
Of course, President and Mrs. Bush didn't walk, but I got this picture of her in their limo as they drove past.
What we have seen today is one thing that I love about the U.S.A. We can have a peaceful change in government and those on all sides want to watch and participate. I know that there were many Democrats in town and watching on t.v. that day four years ago. Just as I know that many Republicans are there and watching on t.v. and via the Internet today. We all have a sense of pride want the best for our nation.
My most heart-felt congratulations to you, Mr. President. And my prayers for a successful tenure as President of this nation that I love so dearly.
When we purchased this house, there were several things we really liked about it.
The fireplace is one.
You gotta admit that a big ol’ fireplace can give a place some character.
Another thing we liked was the back room. It’s big and spacious and is what one friend of mine would call a “den.”
For some reason I’m not fond of calling a room in my house a den. Sounds too 70’s or something. And I’m not a bear.
But I digress.
It was what we would call, at the time, a play room.
It immediately became filled with kids’ toys. It has been home to 2 rocking horses, a slide, a kitchen with all the accessories, baby dolls, beds, strollers, a train table and hundreds upon hundreds of cars, trucks, and other various vehicles.
Yes, it was definitely a play room; but a play room for which we had plans.
Much like the rest of the living area, this room is full of wood paneling circa 1980 and has a bunch of built-in cabinets on one end. A built-in entertainment center really, to be exact. So, when we saw this room as we viewed the home the first time, we initially saw a great big huge play room; but we also saw a future media room.
Well, today I am oh so pleased to announce that we are on our way to achieving that dream.
We are claiming that room from the death grip of toys for some adult use.
Oh, yes, we are!
With the help of some gift cards we got for Christmas, we purchased a big ol’ honkin’ (as we call it here in the Lone Star State) t.v. and a couch and chair to begin the makings of a media room.
This seems a little weird to post considering this post I put up last week, but rest assured, that none of this would have happened were it not for the gift cards. I don't know why I felt the need to clarify that... but I did.
Now, there are still toys, rest assured. How can there not be with a 7 and 3 year old in the house? But I have been doing some serious cleaning and there are significantly fewer toys and they are gathered in only one half of the room. The other half is now dedicated to the t.v. & entertainment center.
So, yes they are toys, but a little more grown up toys.
We are laying claim to that room, y’all. I feel like we should be raising a flag or something.
This is one small step for parents, but one giant leap for adulthood.
Amen.
"What a day it has been,
What a rare mood I'm in,
Well it's almost like being in love."
Do you know that song?
Here, let Dean remind you...
Ahhh... So true. What a day, indeed. And this was my anniversary.
It started out fine; up with the alarm at 5:45 am (I'm working my way back to 5:15 or 5:30) and I, at least mentally, recognized that today was January 6th.
We had a fairly normal morning routine until....
My heel stuck a hole right through my wood floor:
Then it got better as I had to have some serious talks with my son about his behavior at school today (i.e. not biting and not pushing his classmates).
Then I got to work and found this email from my daughter's teacher: "Also, we were informed in our meeting yesterday that classroom lunch helpers cannot bring siblings with them. Mrs. S feels as if the helpers full attention is not on the class if they have a younger child with them."
I have been fairly upset by this most of the day as I am the primary lunch volunteer for Sarah's class on Wednesdays when the 2nd grade teachers all go out for lunch and plan. I do it every week, on my day off from work, except for when I have BSF fellowships. And Nathan comes with me because, well, it's my day off and I refuse to send him to daycare every Wednesday afternoon.
So there's my quandry. I have a feeling that a meeting with the principal is going to be in order here pretty soon just to clarify the policy, to express my utter disappointment, and to iterate the fact that I tend to pay more attention while the kids are at recess than do the other moms without siblings present as they stand by the classroom and chat away, paying hardly any attention at all to the children on the playground. (Was that a run-on sentence?)
But I'm giving myself a couple of days to cool off and gain some perspective. Because I know enough about myself to know that I can't go in there like this.
So, I'm curious... What do you think? What would you do?
So after school we had piano and some errands to run. At some point, Sarah and I begin to discuss the fact that today was our anniversary. I mentioned that we were married on this day 13 years ago, and asked, "Can you count backwards and figure out what year we got married?"
She counts and counts... then stops, and says, "WOW! So, you were married in the 1900's?"
Yes, just call me Laura Ingalls Wilder, for that matter. Thanks, kid.
Needless to say, by the time the kids and I made it to dinner to meet Mike, at the Cheesecake Factory, I was done. D.O.N.E. - done.
But....
Fried Calamari, 2 Cosmopolitans, and Spicy Chipotle Chicken Pasta for dinner, then Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake for dessert later, I am fat and happy.
In spite of the kids being with us and my need to repeat the command to, "SIT DOWN," 500 times in the course of an hour meal, we had a good meal and I even scored some roses.
What a day it has been, indeed. What a day.
Oh. Hi.
Yes, I know I haven't been around much lately. Honestly, I haven't had a whole lot to say. And I've been way too busy to say what I haven't had to say. It's that time of the year when things just almost get out of hand. Can anyone relate?
Our schedules are in for the month of December and while we're not triple-booked like one night last year, we are double-booked at least for one night. Once again, our Christmas production at church is going to interfere with Nathan's day-care's Christmas program. I just can't stand the thought of missing it two years in a row. I may have to go in full Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" costume and make-up. At least I'm not a principal role like the Ghost of Christmas Future where I might scare the kids to death.
Next weekend will be a busy one. We have my office party on Friday night, musical rehearsals most of the day on Saturday, a Christmas party that night, church Sunday morning, rehearsals Sunday afternoon and children's musical that night. I'll be so thrilled to go back to work on Monday just to rest a little.
So, all of this is to say that if you don't see me around the blogosphere too much this month, that's why. It's just a very busy time of year.
But it's a wonderful kind of busy.
For the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
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