There's always plenty to be thankful for.
There's the obvious ones like family, heat in the house, the house, and food, but the ones I'm most thankful for are the things others would overlook...
1) Having enough mixed-family you want to be around.
2) Our ability to all talk at once, loudly, and still know what's going on.
3) The stain on the table cloth that your nephew made during dinner but then you spit out your tea on said stain when someone told a funny story about you and now, according to 6 /o law, the stain is your fault.
4) Your mother making a pumpkin souffle which doesn't rise so your SIL renames it pudding and you all eat it anyway. (It was good.)
5) Leftovers.
6) Talk of trimming the Christmas tree that night. (We're spastic, I know.)
7) Talk of the Christmas Cookies we'll be baking Saturday with all 6 grandchildren, ages ranging from 16 to 4. The BF is bringing the camera, my dad's bringing the wine and my 92 y/o grandma will be directing. Should be a party.
8) That my BFF will be traveling from Buffalo with her longtime boyfriend so he can meet the family for the first time this weekend. He'll never be the same.
And most especially:
The realization that the important things in life don't involve money or things.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
I think I'm going to wear my rosary beads around my neck, Alternative title: The Oldest Just Got Her License
I've re-evaluated my Christmas and Easter Catholic status and decided I'm now a My Teenager Can Drive Catholic.
In case you're wondering in addition to Sunday mass, this includes a Tuesday and Thursday attendance as well.
The Chica has passed her driver's test and is now licensed to drive.
Typing that just caused a chest pain, not because I'm worried about her wrapping her cute little Toyota Corolla around a tree, but because this means that in one year, The Kid will be driving.
As much as she drives like a little old lady the Kid is going to channel Brian O'Conner from Fast Five.
I think I need to find a paper bag to breathe into just at the thought.
Last night she drove her and the Littlest Kid over to the house for the first time in her 'new-to-her' car. I told the BF that I envisioned the 12 minute car ride consisting mostly of the Chica telling the LK to stop fiddling with the radio. She was trying to concentrate.
Turns out I was right. He went to change the station and she almost took his arm off. Ahhh, sibling love.
The three of them will never be allowed alone in the car. Ever. I don't think I'd be able to look the policeman in the face after he brings them all home for taunting the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru people.
No, it's not beneath them. They're already plotting.
Anywho, apparently the Chica's grandmother bought the car from an elderly woman that hardly ever drove it. Although if we hadn't known it was once owned by an old lady, the 6,432 hard candies we removed from under the seats, every nook and cranny, pocket and cup holder would've given it away.
Seriously, we filled a small trash bag, oh, the joy of owning your first car. At least the woman didn't smoke.
So, while I'm getting used to the oldest being able to drive I'll be looking for used Sherman Tanks on Craig's List for when the Kid approaches driving age. (insert sign of the cross here)
In the mean time, I gotta go people, I'm late for church.
In case you're wondering in addition to Sunday mass, this includes a Tuesday and Thursday attendance as well.
The Chica has passed her driver's test and is now licensed to drive.
Typing that just caused a chest pain, not because I'm worried about her wrapping her cute little Toyota Corolla around a tree, but because this means that in one year, The Kid will be driving.
As much as she drives like a little old lady the Kid is going to channel Brian O'Conner from Fast Five.
I think I need to find a paper bag to breathe into just at the thought.
Last night she drove her and the Littlest Kid over to the house for the first time in her 'new-to-her' car. I told the BF that I envisioned the 12 minute car ride consisting mostly of the Chica telling the LK to stop fiddling with the radio. She was trying to concentrate.
Turns out I was right. He went to change the station and she almost took his arm off. Ahhh, sibling love.
The three of them will never be allowed alone in the car. Ever. I don't think I'd be able to look the policeman in the face after he brings them all home for taunting the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru people.
No, it's not beneath them. They're already plotting.
Anywho, apparently the Chica's grandmother bought the car from an elderly woman that hardly ever drove it. Although if we hadn't known it was once owned by an old lady, the 6,432 hard candies we removed from under the seats, every nook and cranny, pocket and cup holder would've given it away.
Seriously, we filled a small trash bag, oh, the joy of owning your first car. At least the woman didn't smoke.
So, while I'm getting used to the oldest being able to drive I'll be looking for used Sherman Tanks on Craig's List for when the Kid approaches driving age. (insert sign of the cross here)
In the mean time, I gotta go people, I'm late for church.
Monday, November 14, 2011
But it's pretty...
I spent the past week in Disney with my parents embracing my inner child. We may have even ridden the Winnie the Pooh ride but there's no photographic evidence so you can't prove a thing.
Ahem, anywho, anyone who has ever been to Disney knows that there is an abundance of gift shopping. While my mother and I were looking for little things for my niece and nephews my mother spied the antenna toppers...
My mother: Ooooo, this one's pretty.
Me: For who?
Mother: I can get it for your brother's truck, Gee (my niece) will like it.
Me: You can't have that one.
Mother: Why not?
Me: You just can't, come on, let's look at something else.
Mother: But I like this one.
Me (whispering): Mom. It's a rainbow.
Mother: I know, it's pretty. I like it.
Me: Have you ever seen cars on the highway with rainbow stickers on their windows?
Her: No...wait, yes. So?
Me (leaning in so only she can hear me): Mom, the rainbow symbol is for people who want to proudly tell others that they're gay. It's kinda cool.
Her: Really?
Me (rubbing my face): Yeah, really.
Her: I probably shouldn't get that for your brother's truck then huh?
Me: Um, no, let's keep looking.
She was right though, it was pretty.
*rainbow sparkles to everyone today*
Wear them proudly!
Ahem, anywho, anyone who has ever been to Disney knows that there is an abundance of gift shopping. While my mother and I were looking for little things for my niece and nephews my mother spied the antenna toppers...
My mother: Ooooo, this one's pretty.
Me: For who?
Mother: I can get it for your brother's truck, Gee (my niece) will like it.
Me: You can't have that one.
Mother: Why not?
Me: You just can't, come on, let's look at something else.
Mother: But I like this one.
Me (whispering): Mom. It's a rainbow.
Mother: I know, it's pretty. I like it.
Me: Have you ever seen cars on the highway with rainbow stickers on their windows?
Her: No...wait, yes. So?
Me (leaning in so only she can hear me): Mom, the rainbow symbol is for people who want to proudly tell others that they're gay. It's kinda cool.
Her: Really?
Me (rubbing my face): Yeah, really.
Her: I probably shouldn't get that for your brother's truck then huh?
Me: Um, no, let's keep looking.
She was right though, it was pretty.
*rainbow sparkles to everyone today*
Wear them proudly!
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