Good luck with that! Now how boring to have everyone show up with pants! Nothing like a little spice in your life! Merry Christmas to you and your family!
Between Christmas and the New Year, I decided to treat myself and subscribe to In Style magazine for a year. I like clothes and makeup and all things girly, so it seemed like a fun thing to look forward to receiving in the mail every month. And it is. But I have some complaints, and I think they have more to do with ME than the magazine. WHO?! : In my teens and 20's, if you named a celebrity--a singer, actor or anyone famous for anything --I'd have been able to pull up a mental image and a list of things they were famous for. Today, I flip open the pages of my magazine, see an actual picture of a celebrity with their name printed underneath, and I STILL have no idea who the hell I'm looking at! Kristen Stewart --hmmm...name sounds familiar...is this someone I went to high school with?! Judging from her youthful photos, I'm guessing not. At least HALF the people featured in this magazine elicit this response from me now. Apparently, I really need to get with the program...
The Captain has only been gone 2 weeks. Already I've committed the ultimate marital sin. You hear stories about the things wives get up to while the husbands are serving overseas. The wife who moves a new guy in the minute her husband's gone. The wife who clears out the bank account and does a runner. The one who takes all his extra tour money and spends it on new shoes. I never thought I'd become one of those nuts who does something crazy while he's away. But I have. Yesterday, I bought one of these: Okay, fine. For the average marriage, this is not the ultimate sin. But when the Captain finds out, things may get a little heated. You see, the Captain grew up with a real Christmas tree in his living room every year. It's a tradition that is important to him, and one on which he will not compromise. I grew up with a fake one, so the idea of a real tree doesn't bother me too much. I admit, I like the gorgeous, fresh pine smell that fills the room when you bring ...
Well that didn't take long! It turns out that when you recognize that you need to take a breather, life doesn't conveniently stop in its tracks to help you out. Already, I have something to talk about. This evening, Firstborn came running into the kitchen, yelling "Mommy, look! Mommy, look!" He was so frantic, I expected to turn around and discover that his arm had fallen off. Luckily, it wasn't anything so serious. But there WAS some blood, and he was holding out in front of him the teeniest little speck of enamel. He's lost his first tooth! It's been so many years since I lost teeth, I wasn't sure how long the wiggly tooth was going to take to finally drop out, and I was kind of hoping it'd stay put for a few weeks until the Captain was home to experience this little milestone. But I guess it'll happen another 19 times or so. And now I have to figure out how much the tooth fairy puts under pillows these days. A while back, someone in Firstbo...
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Merry Christmas,
Linda