blog-love, that is… for January 2008 - the first 31 days of 365 blog posts. So far, I have about 25 post topics in que. Some topics need lots of work, others just need cuttin’ and pastin’, and others are posts that have been waiting for a little TLC before making their debut. I have several that I keep putting-off due to either emotional reasons or difficulty finding the right words to effectively communicate (read: I’m too wordy). So there. If anything, I’ll make it through most of January. Until then… Happy New Year!
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“Wake up, Lucy… It’s Christmas morning… It’s the happiest day of the year!”
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This year I had an idea. It started when I bought a present for a child’s birthday party last spring. After much deliberation (price, was it the right “fit” for the child, Olivia didn’t think her friend would like it, etc…) I decided on another toy-choice. The only problem: returning this perfectly great toy. I didn’t want to make the effort (finding the receipt, waiting at customer service - heck, just going to the store - again)… The toy sat in the mudroom for over a month, when it hit me. Toys for Tots, Toys for Tots…
Oh. Yeah! Why not? Around the hectic Christmas shopping season, we always intend to donate toys, but I find that particular shopping to-do shamefully gets dropped to a low-spot on the list. Inevitably, the intended good deed either gets bumped or there is a stressful mad dash to grab a few extra toys. Fortunately, I have a bin for “stockpiling and event preparedness”, so I popped that un-returned birthday toy into this special bin.
This can also go for received birthday presents that may “miss the mark” for your child… or toys that the parental units decide the kid does not need… or it is something the child or a sibling already has. Many give gift receipts these days, but I have found that my kids have never inquired about the toys I quietly set aside. Not once.
As a busy mom who longs to be prepared, but seldom is - now there is a wonderful stack of toys we get to give- some we bought, some we received. It’s a little twist on the “re-gift” philosophy. Just an idea I thought worth sharing.
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Granted, this post would have ideally been post-ed weeks earlier, ya know - when responsible gift-givers are making (and marking off) their lists and checking them twice… BUT I neither known for being timely nor “boy-scoutly” in the preparedness department. Anywho, the following are items that I think rock, none of which I am actually buying for anyone. Hmmm. Maybe this list is more of a great place to find gift ideas for me. Oh well, half a dozen of one, a bakers dozen of another…
- If you have someone in your life who is part crafty stamper, part computer geeky - order one of these. Or maybe they are just a fan of Edvard Munch…
- Sequined Red Converse… I have a whole other post about the fact that a few of my homies set me up with a pair of these sweet hotties. Have mercy…
- Shameless plug ahead: a t’shirt “designed” by me! All the proceeds are going towards the road bike I will one day own. According to my calculations, I only need to sell about 500 of these puppies in order to earn a sweet new ride…
- Priorities people - Faith, Family and Friends… this pendant with necklace (must be purchased separately) is a thoughtful gift, reasonably priced, and a simple, sweet look. I have one, and I know what looks good.
- Ok ladies. You want to be the domestic shizzle? Do you know a gal who needs a little help getting to the “shizzle” level in the kitchen. Nigella Lawson’s book How to be a Domestic Goddess is the book to get - even if only for the brownie recipe. I’m not even kidding. It does not disappoint. People will fall at your feet stupefied by your Skills (with a capital S). I am going to try her recipe for Fresh Gingerbread with Lemon icing today… freshly grated ginger, maple syrup. Oh the joyous smells about to waft through the halls of my home…
Merry Christmas, and happy running about - in the manner of a headless chicken.
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I wrote a haiku to win a prize - wanna hear read it?
Snowflakes fall upon
The ground, wet, damp and slushy
Not a good hair day
I found a new blog last night - Rocks in my Dryer. Isn’t that an awesome name? What mom hasn’t had rocks in her dryer? Anywho. Shannon (the blogstress of Rocks in my Dryer) is having a contest to win a radio-somethin’, and all ya gotta do is write your best haiku. Whell, that’s not so hard since I think I’ve only written, like, 2 in my life.
I prolly won’t win - given the 250-some-odd other haiku (haiki, haikee, haikus, haiko - what’s the plural for that?) vying for the prize, but now I can add “Haiku Competitor” to my list of “skills”.
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is a Hershey Bar’s best friend.
As you were.
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Who are these two, and how’d we stay hitched for so flippin’ long? Stinkin’ beautiful…
So… I finally made my decision. After many years of planning, training, grooming and dreaming of becoming an astronaut thinking how cool it’d be to walk on the moon, I have decided I will not take any further steps toward realizing my dream of becoming an astronaut.
Why? Why? Why, such a dramatic turn of events? How could I give up so soon? I am only 35! I am merely a spring chick in the pond of space academia!
Well, if you must know… I finally became the proud owner of black, knee-high leather boots, that’s why. I wore them last night and neglected to bring a wire coat hanger to scratch recurrent ankle itches. Heretofore, thither, and so forth - no astronaut suits for me. No. Thank. You. The closest I’ll be getting to moon walkin’ is when I crank Billie Jean on the stereo.
*rattle, rattle*… I know that one white glove is in here somewhere…
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