Wednesday, December 17, 2014

not to be outdone by 2008

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

checking it twice

I've been sitting here for a good 10 minutes trying to think of a clever way to introduce my kids' Christmas lists. I don't think they made lists last year, we were much too focused on packing for Hawaii. It was last year when we first started dropping hints that Santa often went light for kids who had great travel plans. Don't ask me to explain, it's magic! The year before that, though, in 2008, my boy presented an epic list that made blog history.

Go ahead, take a little remember, I'll wait:

My boy's 2008 Christmas list

Priceless!

This year, we've once again been quietly promoting a less is more attitude. Christmas is different this year. They feel it, too. We'll also be away from home on the day itself, which presents the perfect opportunity to create new traditions that overshadow the logistical challenges facing poor Santa. Don't even start with me about Santa. I will hold my ground as long as there is breath in my body.

Despite the understanding that we're keeping it modest, I encouraged my kids to make their lists as usual, ignoring their attempts at conspiratorial winks and knowing glances. "Ask Santa for whatever you want," I insist, "just don't expect to get it."            

New traditions, perhaps... right alongside the legacy of awesomeness:



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

I will be missed

Or at least that's what my pen pal tells me. He sent me another post card, this time from Dallas, or Birmingham, or really who knows where? And where from is not really the point.

He'll miss my husband too, he says. Although, of course, I don't have a husband. I do know that he is referring to my ex-husband, Michael, who also (again) works in the same office complex as I do. (I know, what are the chances? In a city of 1.3 million, our offices are right next door.) And who, it's true, is raising my daughters with me, long distance-like.

I don't know as much about you, Gregory, although I'm pretty sure you aren't married. I do know that you love to shake hands, and pat people on the shoulders, and that you're a friendly sort of fellow. I know that you sometimes walk an invisible dog, and I heard a rumor that you had a foot fetish, but that's just hearsay, so let's pretend I didn't bring it up. I also know that you send unsigned postcards to people even if they work right next door, which is different, and a little strange, and was a bit creepy until I figured it out.

But you know, I think I will miss you waving at my car every time you're standing out there as I pull into the parking lot. Although I'm not sure when this will be. Are you already gone? Did you mail this postcard from the road? And who are you moving with?

All questions I will likely never have answered. Unless of course you're still here. Then I could simply pull over the next time I enter the parking lot with you waving vigorously to ask you.

I do know you'll be in Watertown, New York though. And I also know that I will do my best to take care of myself.

You do the same!


And really, how cute is that Hermey the dentist stamp?! 

Monday, December 15, 2014

Napatree

I know, I know. My last post was a walk on the beach, too.

But 1) This is the Atlantic Ocean, not the Long Island Sound and 2) It's winter. We've got nothing else going on here this time of year, my people. So sue me.

And it's beautiful out here.

It is beautiful, right? Wait, you're bored?

Okay, let's focus on something else. Let's focus on my Jennie-hair:

Still bored? How about htis guy:

He's very exuberant.

And c'mon now. Just look at the scenery:

Napatree Point, baby.

Such a gorgeous spot.

Why don't I come out here more often?

The man who makes it all happen.

(Seriously. He does. I would read my book in the bed all the day if it were up to me.)

Watch Hill, baby.

Hold steady for us.

We'll see you this summer.