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Happy New Year’s EVE

Happy New Year’s EVE

I love New Year’s Eve. The whole day.

What other day do we get to claim “This is the end. Tomorrow it is all new with a fresh start!”?

Some people make resolutions. (I hear some keep them too!) Others just vow that “This is going to be the year I get that job/find that special someone/have that baby!” (I pray those of you who declare those things, get them.) Then there are those who see it as just another day, much like the others. (To those I say, grab the chance at new starts! You’ll grow from it.)

This beginning of a new year feels different for me somehow. More exciting! I suppose it is because we already know we have big changes coming. Changes we didn’t ask for; yet, nevertheless, we are embracing. Life changes. Does it scare me? Sure it does. Does it thrill me and make my heart beat just a bit faster? Oh yes. It definitely does that!

Today is the ending. The last day of a very tough year. The last day of a year where we had quite a few “near misses” (and I am so thankful they were misses). The last day of a year filled with “What are we going to do?” and “Where do we go from here?” The last day of a year we will never have to repeat. Ever. (Thankfully)

I love this last day. I love the feeling I get knowing that tomorrow can start fresh. If only in my mind and on my calendar. It will be new and clean and ready to be filled with the new things my life has to offer up. The new experiences. The new opportunities. The new happiness that I know is just waiting for us.

Am I going to make any resolutions? Probably not any of the big ones. I would rather just set some goals and do the best I can to meet them. Without the banner of “New Year’s Resolution” attached to it. But I will set one here. Right now, for you. I will get my 100 things posted before 2005. Maybe. (See I am just no good at the whole resolution thing.)

To you, my friends, I wish you happiness, prosperity and love. Many of my friends out there have hearts that are heavy with sorrow or longing or struggles that we may not even know about. To you, I wish that you find the peace you are seeking. To those who are struggling with the desire for more children, I pray that this is the year for you. To my jobless friends, I hope that this is the year for you to get that perfect (or at least bill-paying) job.

We have been blessed this year. We have met new friends. We have grown closer to old friends. We have been blessed with the generousity of strangers and friends alike during our darkest times. If you glance the surface, you may see a tough year in retrospect. When you look deeper, you see blessing after blessing. I am looking deeper.

Happy NEW Year to each of you. I love you all and am so thankful that you take the time to visit me here, read what I have to say and let me know what you think. I count this blog and it’s readers among my many blessings of 2003.

Enjoy the last day of 2003! Buckle up and get ready. Tomorrow it all starts new. With a clean calandar and a clean slate.

Happy New Year’s Eve, my friends!

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a Bud light tribute

a Bud light tribute

Seeing as New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are all about the football (which is all about the beer commercials), I thought this would be timely.

I meant to post it earlier, but forgot. (Why, yes, I am blonde. Why do you ask?)

I found this over at Kathy Howe’s place and let me tell you…I laughed until I cried over these. I am not usually one to just post a link that you probably saw somewhere else, but this one was too funny to take the chance that you might miss it.

Go on. Click this. You know you want to!

(My favorite? Mr Giant Foam Finger Maker. But hey, they all made me just about pee in my pants with laughter!)

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Up your nose with a rubber…shoe??

Up your nose with a rubber…shoe??

Oh the drama just never ends.

We just meticulously extracted a rubber doll shoe from Little Diva’s nose. Go ahead and laugh at the image. It’s okay. Even though she is the last of three children, she now holds the honor of the first of our children to shove some foreign object up her nose. (I think we will mount the shoe for a trophy to mark the occasion.)

I almost didn’t even know she had done it! She was in her brother’s room and she started to cry and sniff and calling me. She told me her nose hurt. I had no clue what was wrong. Then she was telling me her shoe hurt. (She is in her pj’s. No shoes.) After a while that light bulb turned on and I put “shoe” + “nose” together and looked. Lo and behold, glimmering from the depths of the tiny 2 year old nose was a tiny pink shoe. (If she had been playing with her “Barbie from da ‘hood”, this would never have happened. That shoe would never fit in anyone’s nose!)

Luckily, her daddy is much better at dealing with the extraction process. (I was willing to let the local e.r. deal with it, but he was calmer.) Flashlight? Check. Tweezers? Check. Pillow for under the neck? Check. Gag reflex on mom? Check. Little Diva never cried or flinched when Daddy removed the shoe. She did however tell me she didn’t want it back, thankyouverymuch.

Now tell me, what is it about a tiny rubber doll shoe that would cause a child to look at it and think to herself “Hmmm, now that looks like something I should shove up my nose. Yes. It is definitely something I should attempt. I bet it will fit.”? Where in her life experience did she see something that would cause her to want to attempt such a feat? I have no idea either.

Hopefully, the lesson has been learned. Although, it may explain where the socks missing from the dryer go. Hmmmm…..

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Barbie from da ‘hood

Barbie from da ‘hood

Since we are talking about Christmas gifts, I had to share this. (Okay, I didn’t have to, but I really thought it was funny so I want to! It’s my blog. I can tell whatever stories I want!)

So, Little Diva gets this Barbie for Christmas.

The first words out of my mouth were “Hey! It’s a Barbie from the ‘hood!” (C’mon. You thought it too.)

See, Little Diva loves Barbies. The frilly ones. The ones like Swan Lake Barbie and Princess Frilly and Prissy Barbie and such. This one made me giggle in comparison.

Now, Little Diva has her own little song for her Barbie.

She walks struts around dancing and singing…. “Barbie from da ‘hood….oh baby…Barbie from da ‘hood”

It is so very hip. Trust me, I am as white as it comes. She didn’t get it from me.

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Buy your tickets now!

Buy your tickets now!

Did I ever mention how good Santa was to my kidlets this year? No? Well, he was.

Kidlet Sr. got something he has wanted for quite a while now. An electric guitar. Complete with an amp. (Much to our surprise!)

And Kidlet Jr.? He got a really nice keyboard. (Much to our surprise, again.)

In fact, included in this merry instrument stash was also a set of electric drums. Thankfully, those were small.

Keeping with this theme, Little Diva got a Barbie Karaoke microphone.

Oh, yeah baby, we are going to rock this joint.

I’m thinking of painting the Mom Mobile with daisy flowers and peace signs and we are going to become the Partridge Family of the 21st Century.

Ummm, about that whole mom being a lead singer thing, though. I think not. I have found my role, though. I will be playing the “Sharon Osbourne-ish” role. Yep, that will be me. I will cuss at my kids using the most bleepishly obscure words I can find, use threats and vulgarity to get them gigs and even let Clint think he is the real leader of the band. Can you see it now?

The Singing Javas.

We’re SO going to be big!

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thanks and stuff

thanks and stuff

You see, I had this really awesome entry. It was filled with the right mix of humor and insight. It was full of wit and wisdom. Your life would’ve been changed and blessed for all of eternity had you read it. But MT decided it was so good, that it devoured the entry itself. To be no more. Bummer, huh. One cannot be so brilliant twice in the same day, so you are stuck with this one.

There is just something about being back home after a week of suffering enjoying the company of your family that just sucks my very will to do anything productive. The most effort I have exerted today has been going out to get another log for the fire. I have done this 4 times. I am going to consider it my exercise for the day. (Hey! It involved both lifting and walking. That should count for something!) I tried to convince my family that I deserved a nap, but the consensus was that my strenuous day was not nap-worthy.

I did want to come here, though to thank all of you for your sweet holiday wishes! I really do appreciate them. I love to read your comments! I love hearing your opinions, reading about your thoughts, getting your support and even learning new things about you. (For the record. I find most of my new blogs from reading comments. Just so you know!) Anyway, thanks for your wonderful good wishes. Y’all rock!

I wanted to give a special shout out to Uncle Buzz who sent Little Diva a really neat CD full of fun Christmas songs. We got it just before we drove down to Houston. It made the drive a lot more fun. We sang the songs at the top of our lungs. (Okay, well, I sang and Little Diva did her best 2 year old screech to the music renditions. It was quite entertaining. However, Kidlet Jr. was not of the same frame of mind as we were and eagerly (too eagerly I might add) jumped ship at the first pee break and rode the rest of the way with his dad and brother. Traitor!) Anyway, thanks a lot Buzz. We really enjoyed the fun tunes! You’re a rockin’ blog-uncle!

But wait! It doesn’t stop there. Oh no, it does not!

When I finally get home, guess what was waiting for me? Did you guess?


One can never have enough presents. You know how that after Christmas excitement can be a let down? Well, not for me! Natalie paid it forward by buying this off of my wishlist! The timing was great. Here I am after the holidays whining about not having wishing I had a good book. And there one is on my doorstep waiting for me. (One thing you should know. I always get a lot of books for Christmas. This year…none. Nada. As in nada darn one. Why? Well, my family is weird. If you write out a list, they will buy for you. If you send them a list online, they won’t buy off of it. Nope. Why? How should I know? I think it is totally bizarre! So, I really was sad to not get even one new book when I just knew I would. Nat, saves the day!)

I suppose this means you can wear the title of PTA mom of the month for December since you bought so many teacher gifts, went on a field trip, volunteered at the school and still found time to peruse my wishlist and find just the perfect book for me while I just sat around the infirmary being all sick and stuff! (But just you wait. January is just days away and I am aiming to get my title back!) Thanks again, Natalie.

So, you know what this means, don’t you? It means I am going to be cruising your wishlists to pay it forward to one of you! Have you updated your list? I am just so excited to peruse your lists and find one of you on my blogroll your gift! Make sure you are updated! (And make sure I know you have a blog if you aren’t on my blogroll. I love finding and adding new blogs!) It could be you. (Not that creepy guy back there, though. He scares me. But maybe you, right there, reading this right now!

I am glad to be home. Of course, I would like to be able to find the energy to do more than lounge around on the couch. (Yeah right! Who am I kidding. I love that!)

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