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  • Wednesday, December 31, 2008

    Take It Easy...

    I have to stop beating myself up. Potty training isn't going to happen overnight. It's just that every time one of the kids has an accident, I blame myself for missing their cues, for not getting to them fast enough, for not reminding them it's time to sit on the potty, or for not keeping them on the potty long enough. It's a vicious cycle.

    Perhaps if I hadn't created this invisible deadline, I wouldn't be such a frazzled mess. I had every intention of having the kids done in a week, so that by the time I go back to work on Monday, it's less work for our Nanny. However, I'm not so sure it's going to be a done deal by then. And it's hard to be a full-time working mother.

    I have an incredible amount of patience for this process. I have a thousand percent more patience than my husband who couldn't take two hours of potty training while I went to the bookstore the other day. I minimize their accidents and don't make them feel bad about it. I have them both on the potty every twenty minutes, alternating. Of course, when one is on the potty, the other one is going in their underwear. It's a mess and exactly what I thought it would be. I've never done so much laundry in my life.

    But I keep beating myself up about it. And I shouldn't do that. And I should get rid of that stupid invisible deadline. It's just dumb. This isn't going to happen overnight. It may take a month, maybe more or less. I have to keep reminding myself that Jack has sensory processing disorder and Livie was a preemie; this is just as hard on them as it is on me. And for crying out loud, I'm potty training TWO at the same time. Oh. My. God.

    They love the potty, though. And they don't want to use the "baby" potty; they both want to use the "big" the same time. They fight over it. They're willing to go potty when I tell them it's time to go. They just have a hard time reading their own bodies' signals. And I can't teach them that. It just has to click.

    And we're doing the best job we can. And I need to be happy about that. We've come a very long way and we're all very proud of that.

    Tuesday, December 30, 2008

    Read It Again...

    Out of curiousity, how long do you wait before you take down all your holiday decorations?

    Every year, I want to take everything down the next day, I swear. I can't, obviously, because I have small children who love this time of year. I'm itching to get my house back in order, though. It takes weeks to put it all up and I just don't have the energy to take it all down right now. I've got something better I'm doing. And, frankly, that's taking up all the time I have.

    I know some people wait until the Epiphany; others do it New Year's Day. Me? I usually do it New Year's Eve; I like to start the new year off fresh. I'm just curious when you take down all of your holiday stuff. I don't want to seem all bah humbug, but I've had this stuff up for a month and I'm sick of hearing about Santa.

    If I have to read "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," one more time...

    Monday, December 29, 2008

    All Things Potty...

    Jack went poop on the potty yesterday. And he and Livie argue over who's going to use the big potty. Apparently, neither one of them wants to use the little kid potty. Of course, whenever Jack's on the big potty, Livie miraculously just has to go. at. that. very. minute.

    Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope this fascination they have with going on the potty continues. And pinch me because I think I'm dreaming.

    One week from today, I'll be back at work. What are the odds I can get both kids done with diapers this week?

    Sunday, December 28, 2008

    Cake Balls...

    You must try this recipe. It's so easy, you can do it in your sleep.

    Make a chocolate cake (a box cake or from scratch). While it's still warm, crumble it up. Add a container of chocolate frosting to it and mix. Form varying shapes of balls with it. Dip them in melted chocolate and set on wax paper. Eat them like crazy.

    I made about 476 of these. I'm not exaggerating, either. I gave them away for Christmas, but kept enough for myself so I could pack on some winter weight. They are absolutely delicious!

    Seriously, you must try this recipe. It's too much fun for me not to share it with you. Livie and Jack had a blast helping me with it!

    Saturday, December 27, 2008


    The kids and I are decompressing now that the holiday is over. Yesterday, we had a jammie day and played with all their new toys. Livie wore her ballet outfit over her jammies all day long, plus two headbands. Jack played with several of his new toys and did not melt down at all, not even once. We ate, we danced, we sang, we chilled, we took a warm bath, and went to bed...all of us. It was a great day.

    Of course, the four degree low on Christmas Eve coupled with the forty-three degree high we had yesterday made for some seriously foggy conditions. I couldn't even see my neighbor's yard across the street. Yesterday morning, we had a quarter-inch of ice covering every surface outside. By the time the kids went to bed, it all melted and the fog got thicker. It's a typical Chicago Christmas season.

    Today won't be another jammie day. We'll continue getting back into our groove. The toys are all in their respective places and the house is organized. It no longer looks like my living room threw up Toys R Us all over the place. Yes, there's a thirty-five pound, three-by-four foot dinosaur in my living room, but the kids are happy. And that's all I can ask for.

    Friday, December 26, 2008

    Christmas Bling...

    While this picture from my phone doesn't do my ring any justice at all, I assure you Hubby picked a beautiful piece of bling for me. The four tiny diamonds symbolize our family members, he says, and that's why he picked it out. The best part of all was the tiny light blue box it came in! You know what that means...$$$.
    Go here to see a much better picture. I wear it on my middle finger now, not the ring finger like the picture above.

    What did you get this year?

    Thursday, December 25, 2008

    Happy Holidays...

    I hope your holiday is safe and merry! Peace!

    Wednesday, December 24, 2008

    I'm Not Kidding...

    Yesterday, for some strange reason, I decided to vacuum. Now, those of you who know me, KNOW I don't vacuum; Hubby always does it. I ran into a problem, though.

    I didn't know how to turn it on. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I'll wait.

    Are you done yet?

    So, I asked the one person I knew would know how to turn that damn thing on: Jack. He's always hot on Hubby's heels when he vacuums, moving toys and furniture out of the way so his Papa can clean. Sometimes it's hard to figure out exactly what Jack knows because he keeps quiet about it. He's not an in-your-face kind of kid, like his sister. He's my Observer, taking everything in and thinking about it all, whereas Livie is my Entertainer; she has a rather commanding presence.

    But I digress. I figured the only person in the house who would have an answer to my problem would be Jack. And I was right.

    Me: Um, Jack? Could you come here? I don't know how to turn on this vacuum. Could you show me how?

    Jack: It's right here, Mama. (And proceeds to turn the vacuum on for me.)

    And that, my friends, is a priceless moment.

    What did I learn from all of this? I learned that I'm perfectly happy letting Hubby do all the vacuuming. He's got those kids trained, you know. That's why they love to clean.

    Me? Vacuuming? What was I thinking?

    Tuesday, December 23, 2008


    I got a phone call yesterday morning from my assistant principal. She told me that our lunchroom manager, Mary, had suffered a heart attack and died. Just like that, gone. I just got her Christmas card the other day; how could this be? The world is now missing a truly wonderful human being.

    Every day for eleven years, I talked to Mary. For one-third of my life, I have known her. She used to give me two lunches when I was pregnant (both times), saying the baby needed it. She'd open the back door for me, just so I wouldn't have to walk around to the front. When the kids would buy up all the cookies, she would make sure to reserve a few for me because she knew I would buy them for Jack and Liv. She joked with me; laughed and cried with me; watched my kids grow with me. Mary was truly a remarkable human being. She saw hundreds of students every year, knew all their names, and knew exactly who had to pay for lunch and who didn't. And she loved them all.

    Mary was a rough-around-the-edges, Southside Irish Catholic gal. She was a gem. When I found out yesterday morning that she had died, I was in shock and spent the rest of yesterday that way. Mary wasn't just the school's lunchroom manager; she was everybody's friend. Many people overlook the "little people" like Mary, but what they don't understand is that people like Mary are the ones who make things work and they keep the important things organized, running well. I never took Mary for granted and she knew it.

    I believe that people are put in our paths for a very good reason, whether we know it or not. Mary was my friend. She was one of the most wonderful people I've ever met. And I will miss her terribly. The lunchroom will never be the same again and there will always be a vacancy behind the cookie counter where Mary saved three cookies for me everyday.

    Peace, Mary. You have left your mark on me. I just hope you know how much I valued our friendship.

    Monday, December 22, 2008

    A Request From Santa...

    Forget the milk and cookies. Santa just wants you to clean your fucking chimney. Heh.

    Sunday, December 21, 2008

    Who Is Jack Schitt?...

    For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?

    We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt!"
    Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.

    Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.

    In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.

    Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout.
    After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.

    Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.

    Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.

    Now when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt," you can correct them.

    Crock O. Schitt

    Saturday, December 20, 2008

    I Hear A Fat Lady Singing...

    As long as I teach for the school system I do, we'll never, ever have a snow day. All the other schools in damn near the entire state were closed due to the snowstorm and dangerous conditions, but not my district. They never close. Our last snow day was in January of 1999; there was 21 inches of snow on the ground, so we had to come back from winter break a day or two later.

    Even on the news, they told people to just stay home because it was safer that way. Well, I got on the road to go to work and there was barely any traffic. Why? Because smart people stayed home!

    I got there. I put in my time. I punched out. And now I'm on winter break until January 5th. Also, as of last night, I am officially Eatmisery, M. Ed. Yay!

    Friday, December 19, 2008

    Always Wear Your Seatbelt...

    Don't show this comic to your children. It will scar them for life.

    Thursday, December 18, 2008

    One Final Exam Away...

    I am only one final exam away from a Masters degree in Education with a specialty in Curriculum and Instruction. I will take that final exam tomorrow night after the kids go to bed.

    I am so excited! I can't believe it's even happening. It seems like I started this program only yesterday. It sure doesn't feel like eighteen months has come and gone just like that. Livie was a little over a year old when I started and Jack was almost two-and-a-half. Time seemed to slip through my fingers faster than I thought it would.

    I did my homework and all the exams at night whenever the kids went to bed. It's the only time I could do it. I never dared to do any of it while they were awake. They never suffered because of it. Now, I can get a raise and move on. I'm still thinking about the Dual Degree program they offer, which could earn me another Masters degree (and pay increase), specifically in Educational Leadership, which is what principals and assistant principals have. Not that I want to ever leave the classroom, but it's an option that could open many doors, professionally and salary-wise. If they offer the dual degree program, then I'm in. I've never missed the tuition deduction from my paycheck and I highly doubt I'd miss another one. It's just good to keep my options available. You never know what might happen.

    So, wish me luck on that final exam. It's the last one I'll have to take in this program. And have a drink for me to celebrate because I can't take a final exam if I'm drinking. Heh. This is one helluva Christmas present to myself, guys.

    Merry Christmas, Eatmisery! (Gives self a pat on the back and does a super happy Happy Dance)

    Wednesday, December 17, 2008

    Just Plain Nasty, Part One...

    If you think this is over, I have a ton of these.
    I've only just begun. This one is my favorite.

    Tuesday, December 16, 2008

    Holiday Greetings For You...

    Just when we thought Illinois politicians couldn't get more crooked, we were proved wrong. Thanks, Rod. You suck.

    Monday, December 15, 2008

    A Confession...

    I have to admit something and I'm not proud of it. I've been having an affair...with Facebook. And it's a dangerous thing when I can use my cell phone to access my Facebook account. I'm cheating on my blog and I feel terrible. My posts here have been so weak because I'm "doing it" with Facebook. Facebook is like crack; highly addictive and can prove to be fatal.

    I hope you'll forgive me for whoring around on Facebook. At least it wasn't MySpace, right?

    Sunday, December 14, 2008

    Six More Days...

    In six more days, two great things will happen. It will be December 19th and I will be officially on winter break from work until January 5th. I will also officially have my Master of Education degree in Curriculum and Instruction.

    That's Eatmisery, M. Ed. Can you believe that?

    Friday just can't come soon enough, folks.

    Eatmisery, M. Ed. I can totally get used to that!

    Saturday, December 13, 2008

    Holiday Eating Tips...

    1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table
    knows nothing of the Holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave
    immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

    2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare. You cannot
    find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has
    10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an
    eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me.
    Have two. It's later than you think. It's the Season!

    3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy.
    Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed
    potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

    4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or
    whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car
    with an automatic transmission.

    5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your
    eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people's
    food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

    6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's.
    You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the
    time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while
    carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

    7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted
    cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and
    don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of
    attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind,
    you're never going to see them again.

    8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you
    don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three.
    When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

    9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory
    celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
    To be perfectly honest, the only fruitcake you should even consider eating
    is the one...where the fruit sits & ferments for a month before baked in
    the cakes or cup cakes & topped with home made cream cheese frosting! Just
    talking about it I gain 5 lbs.........yep...I have the recipe!

    10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or
    get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips;
    start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this
    motto to live by:

    "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving
    safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in
    sideways, chocolate in one hand, a big ice cream cone dripping with hot
    fudge in the other.... body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and
    screaming "YAAAAA HOO WEEEE DOGGY.... what a ride!"

    Friday, December 12, 2008

    Snap Out Of It, People...

    Why is it that so many people get into bad moods around the holidays? It's as if holiday music is a signal for people to be assholes. I don't get it.

    Perhaps it's not a great time of year for everyone, but it's still no excuse to be in a foul mood 24-7. Sometimes it gets lonely being happy in a time when so many people are in a funk. Does that make sense?

    I thought this time of year was supposed to bring out the good in everyone. Am I just dreaming? I just notice that some people drive more reckless now; they blow stop signs more; they yell at their kids more; they have that perpetual scowl; they are more impatient, in general. Hopefully when the holidays are over, the Scrooges of the world will be at ease and can stop flipping me the bird because I came to a full stop at a stop sign.

    A girl can dream, can't she?

    Thursday, December 11, 2008

    A Winter Poem...

    A poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre


    SHIT, It's Cold !
    The End

    Wednesday, December 10, 2008

    The Teacher Ate My Homework...

    I caught a kid doing his math homework in my class today. Rather than issue him a detention, I took a different approach.

    I ate it. Yes, I ate the boy's math homework in front of all the kids who looked upon me in utter shock. Wait 'til he tries to explain that one to his math teacher.

    I told them that I had promised them long ago that if I caught them doing work for another subject during my class, I would eat it. I was just making good on a promise. Still, they were absolutely shocked. I guess no one's ever done that before. What was the purpose of doing that? I wanted to...a) make good on a promise so that they trust me and b) shock them into listening. And it worked. "Put it away," wasn't working, so I had to try something new. Believe me, the last thing they want is for their teacher to have to eat their homework.

    Now, they can all go home and tell their parents their teacher is crazy. I told you I come from a long line of crazies. Heh.

    Tuesday, December 09, 2008

    Making A List, Checking It Twice...

    It's that time of year again, folks. It's time to make my Dead Pool List for 2009. In fact, I've already made it; I'm just tweaking it here and there now.

    Nothing gets me in the Christmas spirit more than making my annual list of "people I think are going to die next year." There's nothing like some good old-fashioned family fun, tallying up this year's lists with the ones I love! For those of you who come here often, you know this game and some of you are even morbidly curious enough to make your own lists, too. For those of you who just stumbled onto this blog, you probably think I'm crazy. That's okay; I come from a long line of crazies. Heh.

    Wanna play?

    Monday, December 08, 2008

    If Things Keep Going This Way...

    The following are comments from the year 1955. Read 'em and weep.

    "I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it's going to be impossible to buy a week's groceries for $20.00."

    "Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won't be long before $2,000.00 will only buy a used one."

    "If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous."

    "Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?"

    "If they raise the minimum wage to $1.00, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store."

    "When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon. Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage."

    "Kids today are impossible. Those duck tail hair cuts make it impossible to stay groomed. Next thing you know, boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls."

    "I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more. Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying DAMN in GONE WITH THE WIND, it seems every new movie has either HELL or DAMN in it."

    "I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century. They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas..."

    "Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball? It wouldn't surprise me if someday they'll be making more than the President."

    "I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now."

    "It's too bad things are so tough nowadays. I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet."

    "It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work."

    "Marriage doesn't mean a thing any more, those Hollywood stars seem to be getting divorced at the drop of a hat."

    "I'm afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business."

    "Thank goodness I won't live to see the day when the Government takes half our income in taxes. I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best people to congress."

    "The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on."

    "There is no sense going to Lincoln or Omaha anymore for a weekend, it costs nearly $15.00 a night to stay in a hotel."

    "No one can afford to be sick anymore, at $35.00 a day in the hospital it's too rich for my blood."

    "If they think I'll pay 50 cents for a hair cut, forget it."

    Sunday, December 07, 2008

    Helpful Tip...

    If you're having trouble getting those smudges off your computer screen, you've really got to try this. It's exactly what you need.

    Thanks for the advice, Sue!

    Saturday, December 06, 2008


    Jack spelled, "library," the other day. And "window" a few days ago. He can also spell the numbers one through ten. He's three and a half years old.

    He's got hundreds of songs committed to memory, as well as hundreds of children's books. He knows all of his colors, all of his shapes, all of his letters, and he can also tell you what sound each letter makes, as well as several words that begin with each letter.

    He has several interactive toys that have helped teach him these things, but he also extends what he learns. For instance, I'll ask him what words start with a "j" and he'll tell me words I know he hasn't heard on any of his interactive toys. The spelling, however, just kills me. He does it orally, except for the time I saw the magnetic letters for the word, "down," on the garbage can. For the life of me, I don't know why he's taken up spelling. I do know that his memory is impeccable.

    What do you make of that? I'm thinking it's hyperlexia. Hyperlexia is not autism, but it's got similar characteristics. Those of you who read this blog regularly would understand why I think that. I know my son Jack and many of you do, too.

    Friday, December 05, 2008

    It's All About The Commas...

    I've been telling my students that just the simple placement of commas in a sentence can change the meaning of it completely. When reading text, we always pause at the commas, right? To illustrate that point, I gave them this sentence, minus the commas:
    A woman without her man is nothing.
    I asked them to put the commas where they thought they should go. The results did not surprise me one bit.
    Most of the boys wrote the sentence like this or without commas at all (like the original sentence):
    A woman without her man, is nothing.
    The meaning of this sentence would be that a woman needs a man or she is considered incomplete.
    Most of the girls, however, wrote the sentence like this:
    A woman, without her, man is nothing.
    The meaning of this sentence would be that a man is incomplete unless he has a woman.
    I have to say I agree more with the girls. Heh.
    It's all about the commas, people. Life is all about the commas.

    Thursday, December 04, 2008


    So, both kids are sick. They were so congested that they couldn't even breathe or stay asleep at night, so we called the doctor. Rather than just refill a prescription we know works on their congestion and helps them sleep, he wanted to see them, of course. We took them in on Tuesday and were the last patients of the day.

    Jack flipped out as soon as the door to the examining room closed. And he clamped down and wouldn't let the doctor look inside his mouth. It was hell even taking his temperature in his ear. For him, the whole experience was sensory and he wasn't having any of it. Livie, on the other hand, was as gracious as she could be. Polar opposites, these two.

    The doctor visit wound up costing us $100. It was a $20 copay per kid, a $40 Rx, and $20 at McDonald's just to make it right with them.

    Last night, Livie kept puking in her bed, so I had to keep stripping the bed, throwing out the pillows, and washing all her stuffed animals, pajamas, and bedding. Oh, yeah...and bathing her. Finally, I gave her a bowl to puke in, if she needed it. Poor kid was a mess.

    It was not a good evening. Jack's shitting out his "bug," and Livie is puking out her "bug." Let's hope we're coming to the end of it really soon. It looks like our new best friend is going to be Pedialyte for a while.


    Wednesday, December 03, 2008

    Heather Fish Studio...

    Lisa at heather fish studio has some wonderful handmade items you may want to add to your Christmas list. You should check her out! I have a few of her products and I can tell you that Lisa has an amazing talent to share with you. The craftsmanship is superb; the products are durable; and the patterns are funky. She'll even take special requests.

    Go check out heather fish studio and see what I'm talking about. And put something from her site on your holiday wish list. It's also a way of giving to kids who need it because Lisa gives 10% of her annual after-tax profits to Camp Boggy Creek, an organization that helps children with chronic or life threatening illnesses and allows them to safely enjoy the activities of a "traditional" camp.

    Trust me. Her work is amazing. You won't be disappointed! And you can help Lisa help these kids, too. Put your money where it'll mean something. How can you go wrong?

    Tuesday, December 02, 2008

    The House Of Ill...

    Oh. My. God. I am so beat.

    Both kids were up Sunday night, badly boogery and congested, and all-around sick. Jack was, by far, much more pissed off about it than Livie. Jack was up every 45 minutes and would just scream and whine. With his sensory issues, it makes it tough when he's knocked off his square. He doesn't know why he's sick; he doesn't want to be sick; and he's mad that we can't fix it right now. He wound up coming into our bed, which alleviated us having to go to him, but it wasn't any better; he still woke up a lot. He asked to go back into his own bed at around 4am and wound up sleeping until 7am only. Hubby and I went to work as walking zombies, too. Yesterday, he was better about the whole idea of being sick; I think he got used to the congestion. Livie, on the other hand, was a bear and pretty sad about not feeling well.

    It's pitiful watching them both lie in the bed, watching "Franklin" with their sick eyes, unsuccessfully trying to breathe through their tiny noses. These two kids never get sick, so when they do, it hits them like a ton of bricks. Needless to say, Hubby is taking a personal day at work today to stay home and take care of them. I need to take a personal day next week, so I can't stay home today.

    Hopefully, they'll knock this bug out fairly quickly, with any luck at all. Gah.

    Monday, December 01, 2008

    Holiday Meme...

    My friend, Michelle, sends this out every year. I'm answering it on here and sending her the link.

    1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both; it depends on the gift

    2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial; my skin can't handle a real tree anymore

    3. When do you put up the tree? Usually about two weeks before Christmas

    4. When do you take the tree down? Shortly after New Year's Day

    5. Do you like eggnog? You betcha

    6. Favorite gift received as a child? Pottery Craft

    7. Hardest person to buy for? Mom

    8. Easiest person to buy for? My brother

    9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, I have one; I do not put it up.

    10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Always mail

    11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? A brass tic-tac-toe set

    12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Home Alone

    13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I don't do the shopping; my husband does. He usually starts in December.

    14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Yes, who hasn't?

    15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Rumaki, beef tenderloin, egg nog

    16. Lights on the tree? Of course; what is a tree without lights?

    17. Favorite Christmas song? Blue Christmas

    18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay home!

    19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Of course, I can.

    20. Angel on the tree top or a star? A Filipino star

    21. Open presents on Christmas eve or morning? Both

    22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Just being able to get a couple necessities at Target is impossible. I hate crowds, lines, and waiting.

    23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Red apples

    24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Beef tenderloin

    25. What do you want for Christmas this year? Nothing; I just want my kids to get what they want. That's the only thing I want.

    26. Who is most likely to respond to this? Lisa

    27. Who is least likely to respond to this? I don't know; first-time readers, I guess.

    If you do this on your blog, let me know so I can see your answers. 'Tis the season, people.