Let’s All Go to the Movies
Whoever thought it would be a good idea to go to the mall to see a movie on the day after Christmas was kind of an idiot. Oh, I guess that was me. After pulling in to the parking lot and realizing that it was waaaaay more packed than...
The Christmas Appendix
When I awoke four days before Christmas, visions of wrapping paper and baking projects were dancing in my head not, contrary to how my day would turn out, non-essential internal organs. In fact, it wasn’t until after supper that evening that I even gave the appendix a fleeting thought....
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
It’s happened every year since my boys became old enough to really make a mess. A few weeks before Christmas I am optimistic and hopeful, sure that the boys will get into the ol’ Christmas spirit and start helping around the house more, even before I have to break...
Things That Would Only Happen to Me (and Liz Lemon): The Christmas Edition, Part 2
Earlier this week I shared with you one of the highlights of Christmas vacation, and because I know the suspense must be KILLING you (I’m sorry if you weren’t able to sleep last night), I present to you “Things That Would Only Happen to Me (and Liz Lemon): The...
Things That Would Only Happen to Me (and Liz Lemon): The Christmas Edition Part 1
The dog’s favorite place to be (besides running free throughout the neighborhood) Ahh, the first day back from Christmas break. We had the usual—great times with family, nail-biting games of Life, hunting expeditions for lost Lego pieces of newly opened Christmas gifts. There were, however, several episodes that I...
When Christmas doesn’t play out like a Christmas carol
I’m trying to get into the Christmas spirit, people. I really am. But sometimes, despite how much I love the Christmas season, it also makes me a little grumpier. I think it’s because I love it so much that I also become more easily irritable and disappointed when life...
How I Celebrated St. Patrick’s Day
If you read my recent post about March, you already know how I feel about St. Patrick’s Day. It’s not that I hate it or anything, I just find to be a holiday I don’t really relate to. I do, however, love to eat (evidenced by my ever-expanding waistline)....
Our Christmas—In Numbers (An Addendum)
Just had to add one more number for you to add to my Christmas vacation summary: 901 — the dollar estimate to fix our car after I rear-ended a truck last night on my trek to Walgreens to purchase maxi-pads. Curse you, icy Iowa roads! (And I’m not too...