Cheers to 2008!!

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
And surely I’ll buy mine!
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give us a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

New Year Wishes

Til' Next Year

So I didn't get to blog as much as I wanted to over the past couple of months, what can I say?! I just wanted to pop in and wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

There is so much I want to share but it will all come after the first of the year. I'm making my resolutions early this year and blogging on a more regular basis is right up there at the top of the list along with dropping those last 12 pounds! I'm pretty sure I've lost upwards of 50 pounds this year (too bad it was the same four or five that I'd lose and then gain back and lose again).

Take care and be safe this holiday season. Remember what the real meaning behind Christmas is supposed to be and don't sweat the small stuff. If you can't be everywhere you want to be when you want to be there just try to make the most of where you are and be thankful for the time you have with loved ones.

See you next year.

Property of Dooce

I totally lifted this from one of the other blogs I read but HAD to post it here. This is too funny and such an accurate reenactment of how things go around here when "we" get sick!



I'm sure some of you out there can relate as well, especially those of you who live with a member of the male persuasion. Make sure you watch some of the other little videos that pop up at the bottom when this one is over. They are hilarious!

Dear Santa,

I've been a good Mom all year. I've fed, cleaned, and cuddled my two children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to build a science project in less than 15 minutes before the bus comes with a handful of staples, Popsicle sticks and a glue gun.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 or so years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache after a day of chasing an overly energetic two and a half year old (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the fifth month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like a car with fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking teenager doll that says, "Yes, Mom, you are right" to boost my parental confidence, along with one potty-trained toddler, two kids who don't fight, and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's (and husband's) hearing range and can only be heard by the cat. And please don't forget the Playdoh Travel Pack, the ultimate stocking stuffer this year for mothers of preschoolers. It comes in three fluorescent colors and is guaranteed to crumble and stick in any carpet making the grandparent's and in-laws' house seem just like mine.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, at least 10 minutes alone to use the potty, or better yet the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. If not that then how about Rice Krispy Treats? One or the other is fine with me.

It would also be helpful if you could coerce my teenage son to help around the house without demanding payment as if he were the boss of an organized crime family; or if my toddler didn't look so cute sneaking out of the pantry to eat contraband Hershey's Kisses in his pajamas at midnight.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off by the fire so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table, but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always,

Mom

P.S. One more thing.. you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young for a little while longer.

You can compose a letter to Santa here. If you've got the guts to post it then put it in the comments section for all to see.