The Fat Lady Sings The Blues

It's not over until the fat lady sings......and she's singing the blues today. Christmas is over and I had to go back to work Monday. Brutal.

Nothing left of Christmas except the fond memories of the dessert table, good times, and a pinching waistband.

Gym anyone?

Merry Christmas

It's a quiet Christmas this year. My family is in a toddler lull. No small kids around. It's both different and nice. I miss all the little kid traditions, but it's nice to have peaceful moments.

I do have a teenager, however. An old one. He wanted a tattoo for Christmas. Imagine that. His older sister was having a fit. It wasn't the idea of him being tattooed that bothered her. She was horrified that he would ask for a tattoo for Christmas. She thought it brought out the trashiness of the holidays to ask your mama for a tattoo for Christmas. And it was even worse that her mama would consider it an appropriate gift.

It wasn't at the top of my list of things I want my child to have. It was at the top of his lift of things he wanted. So I bought him a sweatshirt, a tshirt, a pair of sunglasses and we went to visit a guy named Rhino who did this....

Hope you get what you want this year.

Wishing You the Best Christmas

Hope your Christmas is meaningful and peaceful. Much love.

Making a List, Checking It Twice

Tree? check
Gifts? check
Vacation days? check
Cards? check
Friends coming by? check
Family plans? check
Baking? I'm working on that next!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

I hope you managed to stay off the naughty list this year!

Anything But.....

I'm off work today. I have a list of things to do as long as my arm.
I should be doing homework.
But I made peanut butter toast and coffee instead.
I should be cleaning my house.
But I'm reading blogs.
I should be decorating my Christmas tree.
But I'm watching "The Real Housewives of New York" reruns.
I should be showered and going to Costco. I have people coming over at 5.
But I'm laying around in my snowman jammies.
I should be.....
Yet, I'm doing anything but.

Holiday Question?

Me: Have you made a Christmas list?

Youngest Child: I have. I'll email it to you.

Me: (reading email.....) WHAT? You want a TATTOO for Christmas?

Youngest Child: Well, that or a pierced septum.

Me: Excuse me, I need a glass of wine.