I have about half of my Christmas post done for you; but, believe it or not, life hasn't stopped long enough for me to finish my Christmas story! So, in the meantime I wanted to send this out to you.
I came down with bronchitis before Christmas, am still sick and it stinks big time!
Dave had a pretty challenging day yesterday.
Then today, when I was getting ready for work 2 Sheriff's Deputies knocked on our door to let us know that all of our Christmas yard decor had been vandalized and destroyed. Well, not all of our Christmas yard decor but most of it. If you know Dave, then you know that he loves decorating the yard for Christmas and that he loves our decorations. The Sheriff's deputies realized that our yard had been vandalized because they accidentally ran over one of our reindeer that was in the middle of the road and drug it down the street. The Deputy felt horrible when he realized he ran over Rudolph! As it turns out, five other houses on our street had the same thing happen and other streets in our neighborhood were "hit" as well, their stuff either being stolen or vandalized.
If you pray, please add or keep us in your prayers. Between Dave's bad day at work and everything else, a little extra help from the prayer department wouldn't hurt!
Thank you. And, hopefully, I'll have my Christmas post up soon. I have pics of our destroyed Christmas decor but I'm sparing you from that! You can thank me later! (Just kidding)
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Oh my gosh.
I am driving back to work from the county jail where I was doing a nutrition presentation and I see a girl (she was probably between 16 and 21 years of age) pushing a big, old, tan Oldsmobile type car. She was crying.
I drove past her at first and then I thought, this isn't right. So, I turned around to go back to her. By now she was sitting in the driver's seat of her stalled car and still crying. I pulled up beside her, rolled down my window and asked her if she needed to use my phone to call someone. She was very appreciative and relieved. She had run out of gas, had an 11 month old baby boy in the back seat who had luckily just fallen asleep and she had no money or cel phone. They had just come from his doctor's appointment.
The first call she made was to mom. This is where the story gets kind of sad. She was on her way to pick up mom; but, mom's car is the one this girl was driving that ran out of gas. So, her mom's at home with out any way to come get her to help. Mom tells girl that she has no money for gas, either. Then, mom makes it clear to girl that she cannot leave the car on the side of the road. Poor girl. There's an "Uncle Bill," at mom's (or, in the picture) but apparently, his truck is too low on gas as well. Mom suggests girl call mom's boyfriend. Girl doesn't like mom's boyfriend but calls anyway. Right away, before she can even ask, he says he won't, or can't, help.
Now, poor girl is up crap creek with out a paddle. What am I to do? I can't just leave her there and be like, "Oh well, sorry about your luck, I hope it all works out and you find your way home." She's stranded for crying out loud...with a baby sleeping in the back seat of her car!
I called one of my co-workers and we went to a gas station and bought a gas can, filled it with 1 gallon of gas and got some cash for the girl so she could drive straight to the gas station to get enough gas to get home. Luckily, there was a kind, older gentleman who pumped the gas into the gas can for us...those things are fool proof and tricky!
We got the gas in her car, the car started after a few attempts and off she went. Appreciative and relieved.
The thing about all of this is, I feel so lucky. For one, I have a cel phone; so, Heaven forbid if I ever run out of gas, I can make phone calls for help. Second, and this is what makes me feel bad for her and extremely lucky for me, if I ran out of gas there are a ton, a ton, of people I could call that would come help me asap, in a new york minute.
I feel bad for this girl who doesn't have that.
I am driving back to work from the county jail where I was doing a nutrition presentation and I see a girl (she was probably between 16 and 21 years of age) pushing a big, old, tan Oldsmobile type car. She was crying.
I drove past her at first and then I thought, this isn't right. So, I turned around to go back to her. By now she was sitting in the driver's seat of her stalled car and still crying. I pulled up beside her, rolled down my window and asked her if she needed to use my phone to call someone. She was very appreciative and relieved. She had run out of gas, had an 11 month old baby boy in the back seat who had luckily just fallen asleep and she had no money or cel phone. They had just come from his doctor's appointment.
The first call she made was to mom. This is where the story gets kind of sad. She was on her way to pick up mom; but, mom's car is the one this girl was driving that ran out of gas. So, her mom's at home with out any way to come get her to help. Mom tells girl that she has no money for gas, either. Then, mom makes it clear to girl that she cannot leave the car on the side of the road. Poor girl. There's an "Uncle Bill," at mom's (or, in the picture) but apparently, his truck is too low on gas as well. Mom suggests girl call mom's boyfriend. Girl doesn't like mom's boyfriend but calls anyway. Right away, before she can even ask, he says he won't, or can't, help.
Now, poor girl is up crap creek with out a paddle. What am I to do? I can't just leave her there and be like, "Oh well, sorry about your luck, I hope it all works out and you find your way home." She's stranded for crying out loud...with a baby sleeping in the back seat of her car!
I called one of my co-workers and we went to a gas station and bought a gas can, filled it with 1 gallon of gas and got some cash for the girl so she could drive straight to the gas station to get enough gas to get home. Luckily, there was a kind, older gentleman who pumped the gas into the gas can for us...those things are fool proof and tricky!
We got the gas in her car, the car started after a few attempts and off she went. Appreciative and relieved.
The thing about all of this is, I feel so lucky. For one, I have a cel phone; so, Heaven forbid if I ever run out of gas, I can make phone calls for help. Second, and this is what makes me feel bad for her and extremely lucky for me, if I ran out of gas there are a ton, a ton, of people I could call that would come help me asap, in a new york minute.
I feel bad for this girl who doesn't have that.
Monday, December 21, 2009
The Joys of Aging!
I have some really horrible and terrible things to admit.
First, my eye-sight, sometimes, is a little tiny bit blurry. But, just a little! I know I need to go to the Dr. to have my eyes checked. I know that I get headaches because of straining my eyes; but, to go to the Dr. is to admit that my superior vision is diminishing! What the heck?! I am now kicking myself for all those times I ate McDonald's instead of carrots!
I used to be able to see things from a 40 foot distance that most could only see from a 20 foot distance. Superior eye sight, I had! I had the eye sight of a fighter pilot's daughter! Wait a minute, I am a fighter pilot's daughter! See, Dad, this is why I never became a pilot, I must have had some innate knowledge that my superior eye sight would quickly diminish once I turned 26 or 27. You see, after 25 everything slowly starts going down hill, folks. Your recovery time from drinking is longer, or so I hear. Your metabolism begins to slow. Brain cells start to die and you don't know everything like you did when you were a teenager. It's a long road, folks, but we've got to travel it!
I wish adults would have just been honest with us! When you're growing up, you hear about how your 20s are a time for fun; but, that in your 30s you are so much wiser and more secure and that the 30s are SO MUCH better than the 20s. When you're in your 20s, that's difficult to imagine. Especially when you surpass the age of 25 and slowly, you notice changes. Things like, colds kicking your butt and pulling muscles in your neck when twisting your ankle...yea, go figure! I wish adults would have said, "Enjoy your twenties kid, because everything starts to change once you hit 27!"
I am honestly kidding. I do notice differences, though, between 21 and 28...and thank God for that! Except for the whole eye sight diminishing, pulling neck muscles when I almost trip and fall, colds kicking my butt, etc, etc. I can't wait to see what the future holds...probably eye glasses!
Can ya tell I don't like change...which is ironic seeing as how I was a military brat and moved a lot during my childhood, something I didn't really ever mind. Hmmm...
First, my eye-sight, sometimes, is a little tiny bit blurry. But, just a little! I know I need to go to the Dr. to have my eyes checked. I know that I get headaches because of straining my eyes; but, to go to the Dr. is to admit that my superior vision is diminishing! What the heck?! I am now kicking myself for all those times I ate McDonald's instead of carrots!
I used to be able to see things from a 40 foot distance that most could only see from a 20 foot distance. Superior eye sight, I had! I had the eye sight of a fighter pilot's daughter! Wait a minute, I am a fighter pilot's daughter! See, Dad, this is why I never became a pilot, I must have had some innate knowledge that my superior eye sight would quickly diminish once I turned 26 or 27. You see, after 25 everything slowly starts going down hill, folks. Your recovery time from drinking is longer, or so I hear. Your metabolism begins to slow. Brain cells start to die and you don't know everything like you did when you were a teenager. It's a long road, folks, but we've got to travel it!
I wish adults would have just been honest with us! When you're growing up, you hear about how your 20s are a time for fun; but, that in your 30s you are so much wiser and more secure and that the 30s are SO MUCH better than the 20s. When you're in your 20s, that's difficult to imagine. Especially when you surpass the age of 25 and slowly, you notice changes. Things like, colds kicking your butt and pulling muscles in your neck when twisting your ankle...yea, go figure! I wish adults would have said, "Enjoy your twenties kid, because everything starts to change once you hit 27!"
I am honestly kidding. I do notice differences, though, between 21 and 28...and thank God for that! Except for the whole eye sight diminishing, pulling neck muscles when I almost trip and fall, colds kicking my butt, etc, etc. I can't wait to see what the future holds...probably eye glasses!
Can ya tell I don't like change...which is ironic seeing as how I was a military brat and moved a lot during my childhood, something I didn't really ever mind. Hmmm...
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Group Christmas Dinner Re-cap
Our Group Christmas dinner was at Jenn and Josh's house this year. We ate in their new dining room!
We had plenty, PLENTY of food! And, pay special attention to those mashed potatoes.
Did you see those mashed potatoes?
His real present was too big to wrap:
My own Mini Keurig one cup coffee maker of whatever flavor I choose! "Heaven, I'm in Heaven..."
Notice in the below next picture how Ben and/or Andy stocked up on their sodas...they didn't have a waitress to bring them re-fills so they came to the table prepared! Sounds like Ben and Andy (they tip their waitresses based on how well their drinks are re-filled) and in years passed, they have come to the table w/sodas stuffed in all of their pockets! With manners like ours, we're ready to dine with royalty, baby!
We had plenty, PLENTY of food! And, pay special attention to those mashed potatoes.Did you see those mashed potatoes?
Every year, I am in charge of bringing the mashed potatoes and every year I have made instant mashed potatoes. Well, this year, I wanted to surprise everyone and make REAL mashed potatoes! I am so proud of myself! I made them with out a hitch! No fires, no smoke-alarms...I only thought one time that there might be a fire when the boiling water over-flowed onto the stove (we have a gas stove now) and the flames under the pot grew exponentially! I was scared for just a second. Anyway, thanks to MUCH coaching from my Martha Stewart sis-in-law, Jo, my potatoes were GREAT! And, they're SO EASY to make! Who would've thought?! They were fluffy and creamy and got the seal of approval from the group! I cannot talk about my mashed potatoes with out mentioning my helper. Dave, my husband, who was actually very helpful, thank goodness for me!
We ate so much, too much, that we all got bloated bellies:
So, we decided that we must open presents before dessert!
I must mention, Ben took FOREVER opening his present! Jeez, he needs a little more practice! (Snicker, snicker, I drew Ben's name and I wrapped 3 fake presents, stuffing each one in the next and then wrapping it again and I used lots of tape...he usually covers our presents in duct tape though, so, this was just payback...thanks for the lovely idea, Paula! Hahaha)
His real present was too big to wrap:
No offense to anyone; but, I think I got the best present of the night:
My own Mini Keurig one cup coffee maker of whatever flavor I choose! "Heaven, I'm in Heaven..."To Paula, Michelle, Joe, Jason and Adrian...your presence surely was missed. There were only seven of us. It was a little, just a little, quieter! We love you. We miss you. Merry Christmas! Can't wait to see you guys next year! Hope you enjoyed the pics.
To everyone else, hope you enjoyed the pics, too!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Group Christmas Dinner
Tonight is a very special night. It's very special; but, it will also be a little bit sad.
Tonight is our annual "Group Christmas dinner." Every year my friends and I have a traditional Christmas dinner complete with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, pumpkin muffins and so many pies that I'm sure we gain weight just by looking at them! In October, we usually do a Christmas name draw and buy a Christmas present for the lucky recipient we have chosen. Promptly after dinner and before pie consumption, we exchange gifts. Getting dinner on the table, eating and opening presents provides a lot of laughs and memories that we will joke about until the next annual Christmas dinner.
It is a great night. It is a fun night. There is a light heartedness. There is an excitement. There are laughs. There are shared memories. The year is reminisced. We share our "high" and "low" from the year. Like I said, it's special.
And guess what, folks????! At last year's group Christmas dinner something caught on fire and guess who had nothing to do with it??? That would be me! That's right, a dish towel caught on fire and I had absolutely nothing to do with it! I'm so happy I remembered that! See, everybody pulls Missyisms!
Anyway, the dinner will be a little bit sad tonight because in numbers, we have shrunk. There will be people who are missing. So, tonight, I want Michelle, Joe, Paula, Jason and Adrian to know the will be sorely missed, they will be talked about in reminiscing (all good, of course) and again, sorely, sorely missed.
Here's to the next time we can all be together!
Tonight is our annual "Group Christmas dinner." Every year my friends and I have a traditional Christmas dinner complete with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, pumpkin muffins and so many pies that I'm sure we gain weight just by looking at them! In October, we usually do a Christmas name draw and buy a Christmas present for the lucky recipient we have chosen. Promptly after dinner and before pie consumption, we exchange gifts. Getting dinner on the table, eating and opening presents provides a lot of laughs and memories that we will joke about until the next annual Christmas dinner.
It is a great night. It is a fun night. There is a light heartedness. There is an excitement. There are laughs. There are shared memories. The year is reminisced. We share our "high" and "low" from the year. Like I said, it's special.
And guess what, folks????! At last year's group Christmas dinner something caught on fire and guess who had nothing to do with it??? That would be me! That's right, a dish towel caught on fire and I had absolutely nothing to do with it! I'm so happy I remembered that! See, everybody pulls Missyisms!
Anyway, the dinner will be a little bit sad tonight because in numbers, we have shrunk. There will be people who are missing. So, tonight, I want Michelle, Joe, Paula, Jason and Adrian to know the will be sorely missed, they will be talked about in reminiscing (all good, of course) and again, sorely, sorely missed.
Here's to the next time we can all be together!
Cute dog!
This is what Angel thinks about her stocking: "Poor me." *sad face*
This is what she thinks about getting a new one: "Really?" *cautionary excitement*
This is what she thinks about getting a new one: "Really?" *cautionary excitement*
Thursday, December 17, 2009
The Ugly Truth
I thought this was kind of funny:
About a month ago, Dave and I watched the movie, "The Ugly Truth," with Katherine Heigel and Gerard Butler. GERARD BUTLER...have you seen Gerard Butler?!?! Oh. My. Goodness. Gerard Butler is beautiful, B-E-A-utiful!
Dave enjoyed the movie and chuckled at the funny parts. I enjoyed the movie, too...enjoyed the fine specimen that is Gerard Butler!
The day after we rented "The Ugly Truth," Dave spent some time playing video games and I decided that this was the PERFECT opportunity for me to watch Gerard, I mean, the movie again!
I started the movie and was thoroughly enjoying Gerard Butler, er, I mean, the movie. In the middle of the movie, I decided that a small bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream would make this experience even dreamier and what do you know, there was some in the freezer! OH! For shame! So, there I was, snuggled up on the couch, devouring chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, savoring each yummy calorie all the while admiring this beautiful, beautiful man. It was like my own little personal Heaven. And that, folks, is my ugly truth!
About a month ago, Dave and I watched the movie, "The Ugly Truth," with Katherine Heigel and Gerard Butler. GERARD BUTLER...have you seen Gerard Butler?!?! Oh. My. Goodness. Gerard Butler is beautiful, B-E-A-utiful!
Dave enjoyed the movie and chuckled at the funny parts. I enjoyed the movie, too...enjoyed the fine specimen that is Gerard Butler!
The day after we rented "The Ugly Truth," Dave spent some time playing video games and I decided that this was the PERFECT opportunity for me to watch Gerard, I mean, the movie again!
I started the movie and was thoroughly enjoying Gerard Butler, er, I mean, the movie. In the middle of the movie, I decided that a small bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream would make this experience even dreamier and what do you know, there was some in the freezer! OH! For shame! So, there I was, snuggled up on the couch, devouring chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, savoring each yummy calorie all the while admiring this beautiful, beautiful man. It was like my own little personal Heaven. And that, folks, is my ugly truth!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I believe...
1. I believe that people should not make snide, rude or judgemental comments to people regarding their pets. Humph!
2. I believe that, "celebrate does not mean food," but, food can be such a good way to celebrate! Darn it!
3. I believe that people who judge other people for their love of animals are self-centered and empty on the inside.
4. I believe that my next few posts after this will be funny and light-hearted. Are you relieved?
5. I believe that there is a right way and a wrong way to read a candy thermometer and leave it to Missy to read it the wrong way! When you heat fudge to 250 degrees instead of 236 degrees does it still turn out OK? I don't know!
6. I believe that there are many, many different types of "smart." There is people smart, book smart, car smart, technology smart, numbers smart, comedy smart, putting-things-together smart, fixing things smart, kitchen smart, art smart, kids smart, organized smart, logical smart, abstract thinking smart...should I continue?
7. I believe that the best way to start off your Monday is NOT to have your dog urinate and defecate on the carpet in your new house because she, the dog, is too wimpy/high-maintenance, maybe to walk on wet grass/mud and use the bathroom outside!
8. I believe that a life w/out Missyisms is a life not worth living. Ha ha, no, not really. I'm just kidding.
9. I believe that life is a banquet and most poor suckers starve to death! (Who said that?)
10. I believe that you better stand tall when they call you out, don't bend, don't break, baby don't back down! (Who sang that?)
I believe we will survive!
I believe the best is yet to come!
I believe that I have lost some blog readers after this!
I believe...OK, that's enough for now.
:)
2. I believe that, "celebrate does not mean food," but, food can be such a good way to celebrate! Darn it!
3. I believe that people who judge other people for their love of animals are self-centered and empty on the inside.
4. I believe that my next few posts after this will be funny and light-hearted. Are you relieved?
5. I believe that there is a right way and a wrong way to read a candy thermometer and leave it to Missy to read it the wrong way! When you heat fudge to 250 degrees instead of 236 degrees does it still turn out OK? I don't know!
6. I believe that there are many, many different types of "smart." There is people smart, book smart, car smart, technology smart, numbers smart, comedy smart, putting-things-together smart, fixing things smart, kitchen smart, art smart, kids smart, organized smart, logical smart, abstract thinking smart...should I continue?
7. I believe that the best way to start off your Monday is NOT to have your dog urinate and defecate on the carpet in your new house because she, the dog, is too wimpy/high-maintenance, maybe to walk on wet grass/mud and use the bathroom outside!
8. I believe that a life w/out Missyisms is a life not worth living. Ha ha, no, not really. I'm just kidding.
9. I believe that life is a banquet and most poor suckers starve to death! (Who said that?)
10. I believe that you better stand tall when they call you out, don't bend, don't break, baby don't back down! (Who sang that?)
I believe we will survive!
I believe the best is yet to come!
I believe that I have lost some blog readers after this!
I believe...OK, that's enough for now.
:)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Anger is a Mask for Pain
I've been wondering why lately, when I get angry or upset, I feel angrier than I've ever felt in my life.
In the past, when I would get upset about something, I would feel and go through the emotions that ensued and sure, that sucked sometimes; but, I think I was better off because of it.
For the past 6 or so months, though, when I have gotten upset about something I have felt angrier than I ever have in my life. Anger from the tips of my toenails all the way up through the roots of my hair. It is like the anger consumes me, all 70 trillion cells of my body are angry.
I don't like feeling that angry when certain situations happen.
When my parents separated and divorced I literally only cried three times. I don't know why.
I don't know if I was trying to be tough or what coping mechanism I was using.
Fast forward a few years and I started going to a wonderful psychologist, Rose.
Rose changed my life.
I love Rose.
My friend, Paula, is definitely a crier...I love her so much for that. Songs, commercials, movies, TV shows, jokes, you name it, can bring her to tears and I learned from her that it's OK to cry.
It's funny, though, because even as a child, with out any influence from either of my parents, I would get embarrassed when I cried. As a little girl, when I would get hurt, I would run to my room to cry privately. My mom, of course, being privy to that, would always seek me out and help me feel better.
I was talking to Rose once about crying around the same time I realized that Paula cried at movies a lot more than me and that is when she told me this phrase that I'll never forget as long as I live, unless of course I consume too much aspartame between now and then and when I am 78 I have crappy brain cells that prevent me from remembering my past!
Rose told me, "Anger is a mask for pain."
After that, I kind of let the flood gates open! Paula and I would sit side by side at movies like Armageddon and Ladder 49 and literally sob and sob!
Still, though, I prefer to cry privately.
So, I don't know what changed.
Until last night. For whatever reason, I allowed the flood gates to open again.
I think anger is "easier" because it seems stronger or tougher, but more damage can be done from anger than from crying. Crying and sadness, that seems weaker. I don't feel as emotionally strong during or after crying. But, when you're crying, there's no need to fight and when you're angry, well, that's when the fighting happens.
I don't know what the point of this is. Just wanted to share.
One other thing that I think is, that when someone does open their floodgates in front of you, you better damn well be there for them. If not, I think that the damage you're doing, the message that you're sending, is irreparable.
In the past, when I would get upset about something, I would feel and go through the emotions that ensued and sure, that sucked sometimes; but, I think I was better off because of it.
For the past 6 or so months, though, when I have gotten upset about something I have felt angrier than I ever have in my life. Anger from the tips of my toenails all the way up through the roots of my hair. It is like the anger consumes me, all 70 trillion cells of my body are angry.
I don't like feeling that angry when certain situations happen.
When my parents separated and divorced I literally only cried three times. I don't know why.
I don't know if I was trying to be tough or what coping mechanism I was using.
Fast forward a few years and I started going to a wonderful psychologist, Rose.
Rose changed my life.
I love Rose.
My friend, Paula, is definitely a crier...I love her so much for that. Songs, commercials, movies, TV shows, jokes, you name it, can bring her to tears and I learned from her that it's OK to cry.
It's funny, though, because even as a child, with out any influence from either of my parents, I would get embarrassed when I cried. As a little girl, when I would get hurt, I would run to my room to cry privately. My mom, of course, being privy to that, would always seek me out and help me feel better.
I was talking to Rose once about crying around the same time I realized that Paula cried at movies a lot more than me and that is when she told me this phrase that I'll never forget as long as I live, unless of course I consume too much aspartame between now and then and when I am 78 I have crappy brain cells that prevent me from remembering my past!
Rose told me, "Anger is a mask for pain."
After that, I kind of let the flood gates open! Paula and I would sit side by side at movies like Armageddon and Ladder 49 and literally sob and sob!
Still, though, I prefer to cry privately.
So, I don't know what changed.
Movies still make me cry. But, the real life stuff, for some reason, stopped making me cry and all I felt was the anger.
Until last night. For whatever reason, I allowed the flood gates to open again.
I think anger is "easier" because it seems stronger or tougher, but more damage can be done from anger than from crying. Crying and sadness, that seems weaker. I don't feel as emotionally strong during or after crying. But, when you're crying, there's no need to fight and when you're angry, well, that's when the fighting happens.
I don't know what the point of this is. Just wanted to share.
One other thing that I think is, that when someone does open their floodgates in front of you, you better damn well be there for them. If not, I think that the damage you're doing, the message that you're sending, is irreparable.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
1. I am 28 years old and I still believe in Santa Claus! I believe in the magic of Christmas.
2. I made scrambled eggs last week with out using my cookbook! Whoo-hoo! Go Missy!
3. I also successfully made a home-made grilled cheese sandwich last week!
4. I pre-heated the oven one night last week with out checking to make sure that it was empty and it's a good thing Dave reminded me to check because there was a pan of brownies covered with tin foil in the oven! That could have been bad! When will I ever learn?!?!
5. I am so excited because we (and I use the term "we" very loosely, so loosely that, "we," in this case, solely means Dave) only have the exercise room to paint and then the whole inside of our house will be painted!
6. Our guest bedroom is actually starting to look like a bedroom! It's painted and the bed is set up and ready to use! That's so exciting!
7. I had our down comforter cleaned, it is dry clean only (Butler Cleaners is the best, btw!). I washed the duvet cover so it was ready for the down comforter, put our new pillows on the bed with clean pillow cases, climbed into the duvet cover (you have wiggle your way into the duvet cover in order to stuff the down comforter in it and, it was at this point that I asked Dave if the quirky way I do things amuses him, to which he replied dryly, "Sometimes."!) and got the down comforter all squared away in the duvet cover...that's actually quite a feat. Then, I crawled into our winter-prepped bed and basked in all its glory! I felt as though I was warmly wrapped in soft clouds while drifting off to asleep. The next morning was the hardest morning ever to get out of bed because I was so comfortable! I love down comforters. They're so soft and warm and, well, comfortable!
8. I made a collage of Lake Tahoe pictures and bought a frame for it. I plan on hanging it above my bath tub. Dave asked me why I have not hung the picture yet. I could not believe he was asking me this! Does he not know who I am?!?! This is the girl that needed her grandparents to help put a new mop sponge on a mop. This is the girl who accidentally backed under a rotating ceiling fan with the mop sticking straight up, while trying to get the new sponge securely in tact only to have the mop get knocked by the fan and bang her right in the head, which caused a lil' tantrum that involved repeatedly banging the mop on the floor...thank goodness she was home alone. This is also the girl, who when trying to put a stool together accidentally screwed through the part of the stool that you're supposed to sit on...I still don't know how or why that happened! So, when he asked me why I had not hung the picture I replied honestly, "Because I don't know how (to which he laughed, but I just kept talking) and I don't want to try and put a big hole in the wall or worse, some how make the wall fall down! So, I'm waiting for you," I told him (which made him laugh harder...but he knew it was true!).
9. See, my life is full of Missyisms!
10. I don't have a 10; but, 7 and 8 were so long it makes up for it!
2. I made scrambled eggs last week with out using my cookbook! Whoo-hoo! Go Missy!
3. I also successfully made a home-made grilled cheese sandwich last week!
4. I pre-heated the oven one night last week with out checking to make sure that it was empty and it's a good thing Dave reminded me to check because there was a pan of brownies covered with tin foil in the oven! That could have been bad! When will I ever learn?!?!
5. I am so excited because we (and I use the term "we" very loosely, so loosely that, "we," in this case, solely means Dave) only have the exercise room to paint and then the whole inside of our house will be painted!
6. Our guest bedroom is actually starting to look like a bedroom! It's painted and the bed is set up and ready to use! That's so exciting!
7. I had our down comforter cleaned, it is dry clean only (Butler Cleaners is the best, btw!). I washed the duvet cover so it was ready for the down comforter, put our new pillows on the bed with clean pillow cases, climbed into the duvet cover (you have wiggle your way into the duvet cover in order to stuff the down comforter in it and, it was at this point that I asked Dave if the quirky way I do things amuses him, to which he replied dryly, "Sometimes."!) and got the down comforter all squared away in the duvet cover...that's actually quite a feat. Then, I crawled into our winter-prepped bed and basked in all its glory! I felt as though I was warmly wrapped in soft clouds while drifting off to asleep. The next morning was the hardest morning ever to get out of bed because I was so comfortable! I love down comforters. They're so soft and warm and, well, comfortable!
8. I made a collage of Lake Tahoe pictures and bought a frame for it. I plan on hanging it above my bath tub. Dave asked me why I have not hung the picture yet. I could not believe he was asking me this! Does he not know who I am?!?! This is the girl that needed her grandparents to help put a new mop sponge on a mop. This is the girl who accidentally backed under a rotating ceiling fan with the mop sticking straight up, while trying to get the new sponge securely in tact only to have the mop get knocked by the fan and bang her right in the head, which caused a lil' tantrum that involved repeatedly banging the mop on the floor...thank goodness she was home alone. This is also the girl, who when trying to put a stool together accidentally screwed through the part of the stool that you're supposed to sit on...I still don't know how or why that happened! So, when he asked me why I had not hung the picture I replied honestly, "Because I don't know how (to which he laughed, but I just kept talking) and I don't want to try and put a big hole in the wall or worse, some how make the wall fall down! So, I'm waiting for you," I told him (which made him laugh harder...but he knew it was true!).
9. See, my life is full of Missyisms!
10. I don't have a 10; but, 7 and 8 were so long it makes up for it!
Friday, December 11, 2009
My sister-in-law is an "old soul". And, no, I'm not calling her old! An old soul, I think, is some one who is wise, wise beyond their years. They are spiritually wise, emotionally wise and just plain smart. Smart about life, smart about relationships, smart about people and smart about almost everything.
I had the Christmas blues last night. I don't even know where they came from; but, it was out of no where and I became quite wistful. I was driving home from running errands and blaring the song, "Oh We Need A Little Christmas," I love that song, so much that I put it on repeat and only listened to that song on the drive home.
Ghosts of Christmas Past flooded my memory (good ghosts, that is) as the song played and played and played. It's a great song.
It's amazing to me the gamut of emotions one can feel throughout the holidays. One can experience the "high" of the season while at the same time, feel the low. And, with the holidays, I don't think there is any in between. The feelings do not ride in the middle of the spectrum, everything is amplified and that is why the holidays can be a tough time for some.
So after dinner, I called my sister-in-law to make sure that she was still speaking to me after I insulted her on my blog yesterday by saying that she likes Tom Brady. That was mean of me. I should never accuse anyone of such a thing!
As luck would have it, she got the joke and is still speaking to me, which is a good thing, because if she wasn't I would have had to drive up to her house wearing my reindeer antlers and my favorite Christmas sweatshirt and hurl pumpkin muffins at her until she spoke to me!
Anyway, as we were talking, the floodgate that was my mouth opened and out poured all of the Christmas blues that were lingering in my subconscious! My sister-in-law has an angelic, harmonious voice and when she began responding to my distress it felt like an angel's wings lifted me up and there I was on the Christmas high by the time we hung up the phone! It was amazing, she said all the right things, and she was not saying them just to say them, she was saying what she meant.
I am one blessed girl to have a sister-in-law like her!
I hope that this season, so far, has been good to you and that you are finding the good that is in this season. I hope that you have some special people to share this season with, as well. Take care, folks.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Angel
OK, for all of you non dog lovers or non dog freaks, this posting may be too far fetched for you. (Haha, get it: dogs, fetch, haha!) Just a warning!
Dave has a daughter but we have no kids together. What we do have is 3 dogs, 2 cats and numerous fish...fish that keep multiplying because unbeknownst to us, we ended up with the fish- tank of love and procreation, folks!
Because of the non-existent human baby between the two of us, our dogs, unfortunately, get treated like our children! Therefore, each and every four-legged creature in our home has their very own Christmas stocking. Their very own Christmas stocking that gets proudly displayed in our family room! OK, wipe that incredulous look off your face!
These are the dog's three stockings (Duke's is the one on the far left, Angel's is the one in the middle and Frisco's is the one on the far right.)
Frisco's stocking says, "Favorite Dog," and it contains a picture of Frisco and Angel. For the past few years they have shared a stocking and been none the wiser and happier because of it!
Well, last year, on Dec. 18, we got our newest addition. An adorable hobo puppy that we named Duke. If you ever check my blog's comments you might, in the future, see a comment to this post from my wonderful sister-in-law accusing me of "Indian-giving" Duke to their family. What you have to remember, folks, is that she likes Tom Brady and can anyone who likes Tom Brady really be trusted? Remember that if you read a comment from her regarding crushing a dear little boy's hopes and dreams of acquiring the most adorable dog in the world and think to yourself, "Would Missy ever do such a thing?" Nah, nope, never, not me!
Oh crap, is that my nose growing? Did I just type that out loud? Oh well.
Wow, it's so easy for me to get sidetracked!
So, long story short, my mission on Dec. 26 last year was to get a stocking for Duke, our new addition. Dave ended up going shopping with my sister-in-law and me and while we did end up with a great stocking for Duke, Dave found this:
It was 50% off because everything is 50% off the day after Christmas. Dave fell in love with this stocking for our dog, Angel. If you look closely you'll see that it already has her name on it. He then became convinced that Angel needed her own stocking and so he bought it.
I love that Dave loves our dogs this much because I love our dogs that much, too. I am very passionate about animals; so, it works well for our marriage that he's an animal lover too...though I don't think he ever intended on having as many pets as we do; but, oh well!
I never intended on having to display, year after year, a stocking that I think is hideous! I mean, it's BABY BLUE, folks! Baby blue with fake fur, silver wings and a funny, fake, blue stone! OMG! And, just to let you know, the picture above doesn't do this stocking justice, it's much tackier in real life than it is in the picture! So, at night when I'm happily admiring our Christmas decor, and my eyes wonder to Angel's stocking, I sit, stare and sigh, at her hideous stocking and then I feel bad for poor Angel that she has such a hideous stocking and I think that she deserves better, our poor pudgy dog that she is! But, Dave won't let go of that stocking. He just loves it. UGH. 
Dave has a daughter but we have no kids together. What we do have is 3 dogs, 2 cats and numerous fish...fish that keep multiplying because unbeknownst to us, we ended up with the fish- tank of love and procreation, folks!
Because of the non-existent human baby between the two of us, our dogs, unfortunately, get treated like our children! Therefore, each and every four-legged creature in our home has their very own Christmas stocking. Their very own Christmas stocking that gets proudly displayed in our family room! OK, wipe that incredulous look off your face!
These are the dog's three stockings (Duke's is the one on the far left, Angel's is the one in the middle and Frisco's is the one on the far right.)
Frisco's stocking says, "Favorite Dog," and it contains a picture of Frisco and Angel. For the past few years they have shared a stocking and been none the wiser and happier because of it!
Well, last year, on Dec. 18, we got our newest addition. An adorable hobo puppy that we named Duke. If you ever check my blog's comments you might, in the future, see a comment to this post from my wonderful sister-in-law accusing me of "Indian-giving" Duke to their family. What you have to remember, folks, is that she likes Tom Brady and can anyone who likes Tom Brady really be trusted? Remember that if you read a comment from her regarding crushing a dear little boy's hopes and dreams of acquiring the most adorable dog in the world and think to yourself, "Would Missy ever do such a thing?" Nah, nope, never, not me!
Oh crap, is that my nose growing? Did I just type that out loud? Oh well.
Wow, it's so easy for me to get sidetracked!
So, long story short, my mission on Dec. 26 last year was to get a stocking for Duke, our new addition. Dave ended up going shopping with my sister-in-law and me and while we did end up with a great stocking for Duke, Dave found this:
It was 50% off because everything is 50% off the day after Christmas. Dave fell in love with this stocking for our dog, Angel. If you look closely you'll see that it already has her name on it. He then became convinced that Angel needed her own stocking and so he bought it.
I love that Dave loves our dogs this much because I love our dogs that much, too. I am very passionate about animals; so, it works well for our marriage that he's an animal lover too...though I don't think he ever intended on having as many pets as we do; but, oh well!
I never intended on having to display, year after year, a stocking that I think is hideous! I mean, it's BABY BLUE, folks! Baby blue with fake fur, silver wings and a funny, fake, blue stone! OMG! And, just to let you know, the picture above doesn't do this stocking justice, it's much tackier in real life than it is in the picture! So, at night when I'm happily admiring our Christmas decor, and my eyes wonder to Angel's stocking, I sit, stare and sigh, at her hideous stocking and then I feel bad for poor Angel that she has such a hideous stocking and I think that she deserves better, our poor pudgy dog that she is! But, Dave won't let go of that stocking. He just loves it. UGH.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Innateness
If this is even possible, I grew to love my mom more than I already did on this past Thanksgiving. If you've read previous postings on this blog then you gather that when it comes to me and the kitchen, disaster and mistakes tend to occur! Well, on Thanksgiving, I was so validated and felt totally comforted because I learned that I come by this culinary clumsiness naturally! Yes, folks! It's a miracle! I am not alone! Wonder of wonders! There is some one else out there that I can relate to! Awww, the comfort and relief...
R E L I E F!!!!!!!
R E L I E F!!!!!!!
Do you know what it's like to have realized that I'm not the only one in the world who makes mistakes like cutting beef log into cute little triangles and then realizing, after you have all these cute little triangle pieces, that maybe you should have peeled off the skin before cutting all of these cute little pieces, which now need to have the skin peeled off individually? I love that those same goofs happen to my mom! I feel such relief, so much, much relief that I cannot effectively describe it in writing!
See this face that my mom is making:
I make that face countless, numerous, MANY times when I'm in the kitchen! Unfortunately, this is no joke. That is the face of, "CRAP!" The face you make when you realize that you've made a silly (I'm being nice by calling it silly) mistake in the kitchen.This realization has made me think back to all the past years of holiday baking that my mom and I have done. We should have had a video camera on us. It would have been a hoot, I'm sure.
And even though I inherit this kitchen ineptness naturally, my mom's mad kitchen skills still far surpass those of my own. She's a kitchen goddess compared to me! She can make quiche and Paula Deen cookies and I don't think she's ever set anything in the kitchen on fire!
Here's a few more Thanksgiving pics...I'd have more but Paul started pouring mimosas and I had to drink them or his feelings would have been hurt. I had to drink all three that he made me throughout the course of the day. That kind of replaced picture taking. Sorry!
You rarely see me making this face in the kitchen...unless I'm sitting on my butt and eating something!
Our Thanksgiving chef (look at how happy he is...in the kitchen!):
This is what I love about Thanksgiving:
Up next for the blog: some holiday pics of Missy and Dave's inside decor and their tacky, tacky stocking that Dave just LOVES- UGH!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Blogging About Being Sick
Promptly after Black Friday, like on Saturday, while helping my friend move (and I use the term "helping" loosely! lol), I started coming down with something, feeling sicker and sicker as the day progressed.
Fear not faithful blog followers, the flu do not I have, for it was the bringing down of a bad, bad, stupid, strong and idiotic cold that struck me down, down, down a road I'd rather not have traveled.
Just between you and me, I am such a baby when I'm sick. I think things like, "Poor me!" and I feel so bad for myself when I'm sick; it's a pity party of one, for sure!
When I lived with my mom and would get sick I used to say things to her like (I can't believe I'm admitting this to you), "Mom, you're poor, poor baby...," insert groaning and moaning here. The point: I'm a big baby... when I'm sick.
As I've matured, obviously, I keep the whining and complaining to myself...except for that one phone call to my mom to let her know how rotten I feel! Lol
My mom would take really good care of my when I was sick. So would my grandma when we lived with them. They put up with my ridiculous requests to have butter spread over every available square centimeter on the sourdough toast they were serving me that couldn't be burnt, but had to be a nice golden brown. They made sure that the magic chicken noodle soup was stocked in the pantry and that Sprite was on hand a plenty.
So, nowadays when I get sick, I get a little anxiety...I get anxiety that Dave won't take care of me as good as my mom did! Much to my utter and total relief, when he woke up from his nap on Sunday and realized how sick I was, with out me even having to ask, he made the trek to Wal-Mart and returned with all of the necessities to relieve my suffering:
Sourdough bread
Chicken Noodle Soup
Baked Lays (they're better than saltine crackers when you're sick, I promise!)
Sierra Mist
Tylenol
I was going to live!
He even brought home one of those rotisserie chickens that is already cooked so he would have dinner for himself for the next few nights. Ahhh, a man who has the foresight to take care of all his hunger desires. You see, in my house, people never go hungry. I make sure that there is always delicious and wonderful food cooked a plenty. No one is used to fending for themselves in my house, for I'm such a goddess in the kitchen!
The fever has left, I've woken up and sanity has now been restored.
I have fun pics for you that I'll post this weekend. It's hard to do good blogs when you're head is full of phlegm and mucus!
Just a few more things before I depart:
I love that Dave put up with and answered me seriously when I asked him, "Dave, my mom always gave me Chicken Noodle Soup when I was sick because she said there was magic in it to help you get better...do you think if I eat the rotisserie chicken instead of chicken noodle soup I'll be missing out on the magic and not get better?" He only chuckled and reassured me that the rotisserie chicken probably has magic in it too. (In my defense, my Martha Stewart sister-in-law cooberated that chicken noodle soup has magical tendencies, so HA!)
My girlfriend is coming down with a cold, too. We commiserated together and wondered, when did we get to the age that a cold knocks us on our arses? When, also, did we get to the age where the winter time change knocks us on our arses as well and we feel like we shouldn't be out of the house after 7pm because 7pm is actually late?
We're only 28; but, ahhh the joys of aging!
Fear not faithful blog followers, the flu do not I have, for it was the bringing down of a bad, bad, stupid, strong and idiotic cold that struck me down, down, down a road I'd rather not have traveled.
Just between you and me, I am such a baby when I'm sick. I think things like, "Poor me!" and I feel so bad for myself when I'm sick; it's a pity party of one, for sure!
When I lived with my mom and would get sick I used to say things to her like (I can't believe I'm admitting this to you), "Mom, you're poor, poor baby...," insert groaning and moaning here. The point: I'm a big baby... when I'm sick.
As I've matured, obviously, I keep the whining and complaining to myself...except for that one phone call to my mom to let her know how rotten I feel! Lol
My mom would take really good care of my when I was sick. So would my grandma when we lived with them. They put up with my ridiculous requests to have butter spread over every available square centimeter on the sourdough toast they were serving me that couldn't be burnt, but had to be a nice golden brown. They made sure that the magic chicken noodle soup was stocked in the pantry and that Sprite was on hand a plenty.
So, nowadays when I get sick, I get a little anxiety...I get anxiety that Dave won't take care of me as good as my mom did! Much to my utter and total relief, when he woke up from his nap on Sunday and realized how sick I was, with out me even having to ask, he made the trek to Wal-Mart and returned with all of the necessities to relieve my suffering:
Sourdough bread
Chicken Noodle Soup
Baked Lays (they're better than saltine crackers when you're sick, I promise!)
Sierra Mist
Tylenol
I was going to live!
He even brought home one of those rotisserie chickens that is already cooked so he would have dinner for himself for the next few nights. Ahhh, a man who has the foresight to take care of all his hunger desires. You see, in my house, people never go hungry. I make sure that there is always delicious and wonderful food cooked a plenty. No one is used to fending for themselves in my house, for I'm such a goddess in the kitchen!
The fever has left, I've woken up and sanity has now been restored.
I have fun pics for you that I'll post this weekend. It's hard to do good blogs when you're head is full of phlegm and mucus!
Just a few more things before I depart:
I love that Dave put up with and answered me seriously when I asked him, "Dave, my mom always gave me Chicken Noodle Soup when I was sick because she said there was magic in it to help you get better...do you think if I eat the rotisserie chicken instead of chicken noodle soup I'll be missing out on the magic and not get better?" He only chuckled and reassured me that the rotisserie chicken probably has magic in it too. (In my defense, my Martha Stewart sister-in-law cooberated that chicken noodle soup has magical tendencies, so HA!)
My girlfriend is coming down with a cold, too. We commiserated together and wondered, when did we get to the age that a cold knocks us on our arses? When, also, did we get to the age where the winter time change knocks us on our arses as well and we feel like we shouldn't be out of the house after 7pm because 7pm is actually late?
We're only 28; but, ahhh the joys of aging!
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