Well, we survived another Christmas. Long-time readers know that isn't one of my favorite holidays. But it's over now and that's the important thing. This one was different; because my family was here for Thanksgiving (and the surprise wedding), I decided not to go to Albany for Christmas. There's been only one other year that I didn't go back east for Christmas--when B.H. and I spent the holidays in New Zealand. Someday I gotta tell you my impression of N.Z.
Anyway, I was happy to spend Christmas with Mike and the kids. We decorated my awesome palm tree and totally used it as our Christmas tree and the kids didn't care a bit. As long as there are presents under something.
|Before the ornaments|
The 7-year-old got a new bike--her first bike--and guess who forgot how freakin' exhausting it is to run next to a kid learning to ride a two-wheeler with no training wheels? I totally counted it as exercise--duh--even though I had to stop about every 30 yards because I thought I was having a stroke/heart attack combo. I am so out of shape. Yeah, that's at the top of my New Year's get-my-shit-together list, which is now about a mile long.
Hey, speaking of... I saw on Facebook that one of my dear readers, inspired by my Purgefest 2010, is having her own Purgefest 2011. Awesome! I'm so proud! It feels so good to get rid of crap. I'm down to the bare bones myself--which feels fantastic--but my husband is a different story. He's making progress, though; we can almost fit my car (which is roughly the size of a coffee table) in the (three-car) garage. Just saw this on Facebook a couple of minutes ago. How a propos.
What else... Oh, I am now the GRANDMOTHER OF A FREAKIN' TEENAGER! Yep, yesterday was my man Connor's 13th birthday. Holy freakin' shit!
Finally, let me share my mother's latest Facebook post.
Hahaha! Hope you're enjoying your week!