Wednesday, December 26, 2007

So Much To Say

I wanted to post about the fabulous time J and I had on Friday night, riding around town in a limo (a stretch Excursion) looking at Christmas lights with some of our favorite darling people and the fabulous bar that was also in the limo. The pictures are precious.

I also wanted to write about Christmas traditions and the traditions you adapt to or embrace when you're married, but mostly how I miss Christmas and the time with my family. I wanted to do a whole post on Christmas trees and how much I love them and how I almost would keep a little tree up year round because I love them so much.

I also want to write about my Christmas afternoon of shooting guns (a 45, 36, AR-15, 12 gage shotgun, and a muzzleloader and I have no clue if I just spelled any of those right but whatever!). That is a whole fabulous post and although I missed every stinking clay pigeon I did hit the targets with decent accuracy. I also chose not to shoot the "elephant gun" (which had a real name I'm sure) which is the smallest gun allowed to shoot an elephant on an African safari and why my brother-in-law has it I just don't know. It was quite powerful and my delicate and dainty little southern-belle frame just felt far too feminine and demure to attempt it. That and I really don't like guns. They make uncomfortable and I'm afraid as I never grew up being around them and suddenly I'm in a family that shoots for kicks and thankfully has a huge farm with their own ridge of which to go to town on their hobby. It did make my heart happy to see my husband enjoying such time with his dad and brother since the three of them can't often get together.

I also wanted to burst with pride as I told you that Mack is playing quite nicely with others and didn't once try to eat a new person during the whole festive Christmas in new environments and with new people. Probably because he was being fed steak, ham, and rolls. As with the others in our family, food talks. He did all of this tricks and gave kisses and waved hello and goodbye and this doggy mama sure is proud he's learning to not snack on our friends and family.

Oh, oh, oh, AND: I got to babysit 12-week old triplets and it totally made my day. You may or may not know that I often pray for triplets, three kids, one labor, the end. (Oh, and preferably with a girl and a boy in the mix). More on babysitting is that I filled in for a friend of the family I normally babysit and ohmygoodness they had a movie theater in their home. I took a picture (oh yes I did!).

Oh, and don't forget the post about how I've had this nagging cough since December 4th yet my asthma isn't killing me and when I tried to make an appointment I only talked to a nurse who decided to "call in something" for me (wonder if I have to co-pay for that visit?) and I've been taking it for 10 days and while I felt fine in the beginning I now feel like I'm knocking on death's door although nothing is bothering me but this nasty, getting worse by the second cough and Dr. Google has told me I have cancer.

J's sweet little grandmother gave me a concoction she whipped up called "witches brew" that "will knock the cough right out of you." While true, she didn't mention it would leave me with a hangover, yet wanting more and looking for local AA meetings. I now laugh in the face of regular cough syrup and go straight for the moonshine. Don't worry, I'm going to see a real live doctor today and ask if I can be knocked out until further notice.

And before I forget, today is Mrs. S's birthday. I'd like to say she is older than I and therefore wiser and I cannot wait to give her a big fat kiss and a few birthday whacks this weekend when I visit her in the land far away that should be cut off of our great state and called Mississippi. Oh wait, we are going to Mississippi. Many smooches and bottles of Jack for you my darling friend.

So in short I wanted to share all of these wonderful things but as you remember I'm already self-medicating and on top of all that busy-ness my lungs are trying to escape my body via catapulting up my esophagus and out my mouth, and I'm whiny now and I want to clean my house, enjoy my new gifts, pack for the weekend trip, and take a nap (and another shot of "witches brew").

How about I catch y'all next year?

Friday, December 21, 2007

In 4 days?

Did you know that Christmas is in just 4 days? I ran out of time to post my Christmas Music Challenge. Not that it matter since you didn't want to play my Christmas Movie Challenge. What are you guys, like busy this glorious time of year? I'm sure you don't have errands to run, parties to attend, goodies to bake, gifts to buy and wrap, etc. etc. Don't worry, I'll save it til next year!

I have a darling collection of Christmas socks that have not recieved their due this year. Therefore I'll be changing socks three times per day for the next four days. Just call me "Fresh Feet."

Thursday, December 20, 2007

My Dear Friend: The Gap Outlet

I love this cute little dress I found at the Gap Outlet. It's chocolate brown and super comfy jersey knit. It's thin and made for warmer weather, but I layered with a tank, sweater, and pashmina on the top and tights and boots on the bottom for a great look. It would also look nice with long sleeves layered under it. In warmer weather I'll wear this with leather flip flops or my leopard thong shoes. It was only $20. (Original price was $49.99, outlet price was $34.99 and it was 40% discounted.)
This little dress was most definately a deal from the orignal price of $59.00. I paid only $4.97! It's a cute little black spaghetti strapped slip dress with the cutest pleated trim at the bottom. This will be a great dress to wear with bright shoes and accessories (pink for me!) and to also tie a large satin ribbon around the middle. You can layer shirts under this or cardigans over. I'm certain I'll be layering it son with sweaters, leggings, and boots. I'll also wear this as casual summer wear. It's an easy throw-on outfit with a messy bun and cute sandals for a very polished look. I'm going to have a make a new chunky beaded necklace to go with it.

Full dress (Left) and pleated detail (right).

How much do you want to be a little girl on my Christmas list this year?

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Christmas Movie Challenge

Who knows their Christmas movie trivia? I'm not a movie buff at all, but I do love Christmas movies. Play along; match the quotes with the movies. Have fun!


1. No, Charlie. That's why I'm a misfit toy. My name is all wrong. No child wants to play with a Charlie-in-the-box, so I had to come here.

2. You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems. And why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone. Not anyone, in fact, but me.

3. We're kicking off our fun old fashion family Christmas by heading out into the country in the old front-wheel drive sleigh to embrace the frosty majesty of the winter landscape and select that most important of Christmas symbols.

4. This is extremely important. Will you please tell him (Santa) that instead of presents this year, I just want my family back. No toys-nothing but Peter, Kate, Buzz, Mega, Linnie, and Jeff. And my aunt and my cousins. And if he has time, my Uncle Frank, ok?

5. There's no Christmas in the army.

6. I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love.

7. I like to smile. Smiling's my favorite.

8. Mortal, we spirits of Christmas do not live one day of the year, we live the whole 365. So it is true of the child born in Bethlehem.

9. Who gave you permission to tell Charlie there was no Santa Claus? I think if we're going to destroy our son's delusions, I should be part of it.

10. Faith is believing in things when commonsense tells you not to. Don't you see? It's not just Kris that's on trial, it's everything he stands for. It's kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles.

11. My balls are freezin! I never thought I'd say THAT with a smile on my face.

12. Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see.

13. What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey! That's a pretty good idea, I'll give you the moon, Mary.

14. It's Christmas Eve. It's-it's the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we-we-we smile a little easier, we-w-w-we-we-we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are people that we always hoped we would be.

15. Santie Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?


a. How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

b. Jack Frost

c. It's a Wonderful Life

d. Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

e. Home Alone

f. Elf

g. A Christmas Story

h. The Santa Clause

i. The Polar Express

j. The Nightmare Before Christmas

k. Christmas Vacation

l. Scrooged

m. Miracle on 34th Street

n. A Christmas Carol

o. A Charlie Brown Christmas

p. White Christmas

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Can we take it one holiday at a time?

While out purchasing a few things for my business tonight, I noticed there were shelves of Valentine's decor and paraphenelia available. Can we not wait til the new year at least? Can we get through Christmas first? Good Grief!

Coming Soon-Sephora

Last night J and I went to the mall and I was very excited to see the new storefront for Sephora, coming soon to MyTown. I was just shopping their website yesterday as well. I can't wait for it to arrive; no more shipping! I love philosophy products and I'm happy I can go in play in them all day long if I please. I just might ask if I can have a slumber party with them!

J and I had some interesting people-watching at the mall. I nearly enjoy the people-watching as much as the shopping. And of course this time of year makes people crazy so it was especially interesting.

I picked up a few last minute items for my little brother (14, ohmygosh he's 14!). It's quite hard to buy for a 14-year-old who has everything. His childhood is vastly different than mine. I think I made great choices though. It's hard to go wrong when purchasing any branded item from the popular teen stores, unless he already owns it of course.

That's another thing. Do you know how old and ridiculous I felt in those teenybopper stores? I wanted to wear a distinct sign "shopping for teen brother!" I didn't change after work, as to fit into the fashion show at the mall. However I'm pretty sure my dress, boots, and pashmina were distinct old lady attire in said stores. Hey--at least I wasn't the mom wearing the store branded (Aero) sweatsuit. I stiffled a chuckle.

Dear Wanna-be cool Moms,

The store is cool for your kids, but not for you. You look like an idiot and head-to-to light turquoise is definately not your color. Now grow up and head to The Gap where people your age shop. Shopping here will not make you younger. However some clothes in your size, eye cream, hair dye, and proper applied make-up just might make you appear that way.

Mrs. M

P.S. The fashion police are on to you, and they are far worse than I. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to head to Gap, Banana, and Ann Taylor where I feel a bit more at home.

Monday, December 17, 2007

This Is Promising

I just looked at my calendar for the remainder of the year, and I had to self medicate.

Friday, December 14, 2007

I'm too old to party on a weeknight.

Big party last night.

In the sunsphere (swanky!).



In fact, Hubs had enough liquid personality that he decided to swing me around the area he thought should be a dance floor and dipped me. Recieved a standing ovation!


I may or may not have sang "Santa Baby" on the bar. I don't do tipsy bar-karaoke and tell.

Anymore. (Right A?)

Food; scrumptious!

I also may or may not have had a (large) bottle of Chardonnay. But ohmygoodness you should have seen the delicacy of cheeses during the cocktail hour. OH!MY! GOODNESS! My little cheese, wine, and chocolate loving heart was delighted.

Getting through work day.

Five hour road trip north to the mountains tonight.

Of course they're predicting an ice storm and it's snowing, need you ask?

I am proud to say that I still have it.

By it I mean the ability to put apply my makeup in such a way that I look fresh and spunky and to hide all tell-tale signs that I may have had too much fun last night.

It's a sorority skill they teach your during your pledge period I think. A and I mastered it by staying out until 3am every night and still being able to dress and make-up ourselves (beautiful and coherent mind you!) for 8am presentations of which appearance was a factor.

We were skilled, what can I say?

Well, I can say that I'll pay for this as the day goes on, because I will.

(Boo--I forgot my camera because I was so busy getting fancied up for the party--but it would have been great pictures! You could see all of downtown and it was beautiful lit up.)

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Again, the epitome of grace

I fell in my driveway this morning. My boot seems unscathed (yea, my tall black boots are a winter staple), I skinned my knee (ouch, but I had antibacterial wipes in the car), and just found out (via call from J) that apparently I dropped my phone but thankfully didn't run over it. The worst part of all? I crushed my itty, bitty, miniature Butterfinger bar I was looking forward to eating in the car.

I'm nothing if not graceful.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The Little Graduate

I think the diploma has made him a bit more pretentious and demanding! It will soon hang in the office with the others. We're looking forward to sending him to grad school next year to train for his Canine Good Citizen Award.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Christ: The True Meaning of Christmas

This time of year causes great controversy for Christmas vs. Holidays vs. Festivas vs. Hanukkah vs. Kwanzaa vs. Whateverelsemightbeoutthere.

I used to be a fan of "Happy Holidays" just becaused it covered the bases of everything from Thanksgiving through the Epiphany. However with the increased efforts to dance around the word "Christmas" I definately make a point of saying Merry Christmas.

It's easy to be frustrated over the controversy, but that is no way to spend this joyous season.

I received this email a few weeks ago and it really made sense to me. I hope you all enjoy and may the true meaning of Christmas be alive in your hearts.

Dear Children,

It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.

How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santa's and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15: 1 - 8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose something from it:
1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.
2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.
3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.
4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.
7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.
8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary-- especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name.
9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
10. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.

Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love and remember: It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.

In My Name, have a very Merry Christmas

Monday, December 10, 2007

The Golden Compass

I hope that you've all heard about the new movie, The Golden Compass. The creator, Philip Pullman is a self-proclaimed atheist and flat out says his writings are about "killing God." He has a blatant agenda and delivers the message to kids in a not-so-subtle way. In the article you'll even read that he has thirteen year old kids engage in a sex act during one of the movies because he thinks Christianity is oppressive to sexual needs/desires/etc. The overall trilogy is a mockery of C.S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia and the object is to blaspheme God and Christianity.

This is the best, most explanatory, and detailed article I've found and I hope you all will read it.

If you have more information or other helpful sources or articles, please post them in the comments for everyone to see.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

And then...

after all of this we little party animals did not get home until after three, though no fault of our own of course. I'm not sure how I managed, but I've decided that I may very well just give up sleep. It's overrated. I'll sleep when I die.

(The last time I saw 3am? Perhaps while staggering up Clinch with A hoping we remembered which frat house the car was parked at and wondering which delivery service would get us food the quickest or if we should walk through Krystal's. Not to be confused with this routine as they are entirely different!)

Saturday, December 08, 2007

It appears I may be up to a pack a day

I have a cough.

A nasty, nasty, cough. No cold, not other symptoms, I feel fine, just a cough. j

I slept for about 2 hours on Friday night before waking up in a fit of horrible coughs. I coughed so hard I shot my mouth guard right out of my mouth. Gross, I know! J brought me more cough syrup but it was only the daytime kind. I continued to cough and toss and turn.

I was hot, I was cold, I coughed more. I tossed, I turned, I stuck my leg up perpendicular with a knee in J's side which he did not like and let me know by growling in his sleep. For the love of all that is good and cough medicine worthy why he couldn't balance himself to sleep on farthest most centimeter of the mattress for his loving wife who obviously needed prime real estate?

About 3am I thought about crawling into the bed (my oh-so-cozy little girl bed!) in my guest room so that I could lie sideways with limbs all spread out like a jack. However the bed was full of current projects for my shop and for Christmas and birthdays. No dice. The thought of giving it one heaping sweep to the floor did cross my mind.

I thought of going to J's guest room but that wouldn't be nearly as cozy and then I'd have to change the sheets to get it ready for guests again and well, I'm coughing and lazy.

I have a bladder the size of a mustard seed so I got up to tinkle at 4am and to throw back some more cough syrup. I decided to try and sleep on the sofa. Mackipoo was distraught by all late hours activity and wondered why I was bustling about before he had all his beauty sleep. He caught me in a moment of weakness as I lied on the sofa propped up on pillows with a cozy blankie and jumped up next to me and curled up on my tummy and went to sleep. I was too tired to care that there are no fur balls on my furniture/in my bed. I think I rested for a bit there before fits of coughing took over and Mack decided the rug was better.

More cough syrup, another trip to tinkle and back to bed at 6am hoping to fall asleep before it got light outside. Did I fall asleep? Of course I didn't. Good grief I have things to do, places to go, parties to attend, people to see, shopping to be had, and items to be finished and I didn't have time for this.

Finally at 7am I decided to make the most of my awake time and attempt to squeeze in a nap at some point. Finally by 9am I'd managed to make enough noise to rouse my husband so we began the day.

The nap didn't happen. I still coughed.

Please send wine. Or moonshine.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Merry Elfin Christmas

Have a jolly holiday!

Love the M Elf Family.

(Please, do vote for the best dancer and then go Elf Yourself!)

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

The Rest of Today

Horrible! Absolutely horrible! I have shoeboxes larger than Samuel's tiny casket. I hate open casket thingys, but in this instance I had to look because he was so tiny you almost couldn't see him in there. That and T3 looked over so lovingly at him then up at me, "isn't he precious?" I burst into tears immediatly. Of course I also started crying as we drove into the parking lot of the funeral home. I'm an emotional wreck on my best days, much less days like this.

The graveside was horrible. I can't imagine how the parents did it. I think I'd be jumping in after my child. They have such amazing strength and are such an inspiration. God has given them such comfort and peace and His presence was felt as the preacher read a letter to the parents from Samuel's prespective.

And of course, leave it to me to class up anything. When I walked up to T3 I gave her a hug. She was sitting in a chair since she can barely move from the c-section. As I put my hands on her I realized I was grabbing her boob! Awesome! I just felt up the mama. Oh, but wait. I was also bent over making sure everyone in the chapel got to see my bum! I know, I'm the epitome of grace. It's ok, T3 got a nice laugh out of it so I'd call the full moon and feeling up a success.

Mrs. M--taking one for the team, one boob grabbing and bum showing at a time.


Today J and I will drive to be with our friends during baby Samuel's funeral. It seems so wrong to say "baby" and "funeral" in the same sentence. I woke up with such a since of sadness and dread. I can't even imagine what the parents feel. They continue to amaze me with their strength and attitude. They know that Samuel was put here for a reason and that his live did and does have a purpose. In a recent email I received Mr. T3 quoted his wife as saying "I don't believe that God wanted to give up his son either, but He did."

Wow! Just wow!

I dressed very carefully this morning. I'm sure this is just me, as I have many quirks, but I'm always so afraid of standing out or being remembered for something I wore to a funeral. For example, I have a black sweater vest with a cream and lavender argyle print on the front that I wear over a striped button down. I was going to wear it with my black wool skirt and boots, but I get compliments every time I wear that shirt/sweater. I don't want to be wearing it in a few months and someone think "Oh that's what Mrs. M wore to the funeral." Instead I chose a little more ho-hum combo and even changed sweaters away from the one with lace. My first top choice had to be changed since it was in the laundry with salsa on the front. (Normally just being in the laundry wouldn't stop me, but the crusty salsa did!)

I realize most people probably don't notice or remember, but I have an extremely vivid long term memory and can give details of days and events that happened years ago. (On the flip side of that my short-term memory sucks and a short mental list of pick up dry cleaning, get milk, fold towels, and water plants gets completely forgotten. Well, until a few months when my long term memory kicks in!) I remember the very nice top I wore to my dad's funeral. I had to get rid of it because I simply couldn't wear it again. I tried on several occasions because by gosh that was a nice top! Maybe I should have saved it for occasions such as this. (Or maybe I should have gotten and el cheapo outfit somewhere that would be disposable as I'm sure I'd have gotten rid of anything that I had worn on that day.
On to a quick note that is much happier and lighter, you do recall the Christmas Card competition, yes? It's great to get an email like this one to save you from the oh-so-subtle asking.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007


Remember when I got a new job about three months ago? Well it sure kicks my bum at times. I mean coming in at 7am and leaving at 6pm and taking it home and ohmygoodness who was I doing this crazy stuff? I've had a baptism by fire you could say and nearly peed my pants all over when I got fancy schmancy business cards that said Mrs. M Marketing Executive. Executive? Please! Me? Whoa!

I've done a lot of awesome things here and even surprised myself a few times. On the flip side I've also dawdled in nose picking quite often and had a few screw-ups. I was hoping to work really hard all through December and the first of next year ask my boss for a meeting on my progress and just pretend that the craziness of the holidays pushed it back from three months til four.

Today when I met with him to sign off on a few documents and he asked me to shut the door. Oh dread! That's something you never want to hear. He started off with the "I don't think a three month evaluation is necessary" (great--I suck so bad I'm just getting a do better or hit the road!) "but I did put in for the raise I promsied you if everything went well and it was approved this morning and will be effective next pay period."

Do I even need to tell you that I had to pick myself up off the floor? I've not actaully been here three months just yet and ohmygoodness he likes me and I do a good job and they want to throw money at me so bring it on! I think this calls for a celebration! Hmmm, dinner out, a new bottle of wine, and 4ct t.w.diamond earrings! Well, two out of three ain't bad.

Raise! Raise! Raise! I gotta raise!

Now if you'll 'scuse me I need to go shake out my panties!

Monday, December 03, 2007

Getting Festive

The season has officially begun! My house is all decorated complete with four trees, 6 wreathes, a dash of poinsettias (please let them survive my black thumb through the month), three Nativity scenes, a scattering of snowmen and penguins, plenty of lights and beautiful ornaments and accessories that are hung on the trees and filling up every room, and peppermint tea on just ready to be sipped.
Did you get your Christmas cards out for the competition? Mine were all safely dropped in the mail on Saturday morning. Do you not know about the competition? Let me explain. The object of the game is to be the first Christmas card to arrive at a home not postmarked before December 1. All cards arriving before December 1 are too early and therefore disqualified. You're probably wondering how you know if you were the first to arrive. You ask. Example:
Mrs. Friend: Oh Mrs. M I received your Christmas card today and it was an absolute delight. You were dashing and my, my your husband is quite the handsome man. By the way--that's the cutest pooch I. have. ev-ah! seen.
Mrs. M: Oh darling you're too kind, by the way was I the first card to arrive at your lovely home not postmarked before Dec. 1? I was? Fabulous.
Check one for the M house! By the way, I nearly always win the competition. Perhaps because no one else (besides Mrs. KS but we're usually tied as we have different Christmas card lists although we do like to compare) is playing but that doesn't bother me. Oh, and if you think my game is silly, that doesn't bother me either. My husband tells me it's silly as well.
I love Christmas festivities. We have a few cocktail parties to attend as well as an ornament exchange, and a tea. I'm also debating a little Christmas soiree at none other than the M house to be held the weekend before Christmas. Our home is so cute and decorated and I'd love to share that with our friends. And while they're there share a little cheese and wine among other goodies. Who needs an invitation?
I've nearly all my Christmas shopping complete although I have quite a few gifts to finish up since I'm making them. I'll share the completed items. I have gifts to put in stockings but since my husband resembles a toddler during gift time, I'm not sure it's safe to fill them yet. I'm also cleverly orchestrating travel arrangements and a way to be in approximately 4,325 places from Christmas Eve morning until returning home Christmas night.
As if that isn't enough, I do believe their is also one helluva celebration to be had in Memphis for New Year's. J and I plan on a roadtrip with Mr. and Mrs. O to visit the S's and to also see our old friend from high school T.M. and her husband. There will be plenty of wine, beer, and jack to be had for the weekend as it's always a party to be had when we ladies are together. I can't think of a better way to send out 2007 and ring in 2008 than with my dearest friends.
What do you have planned this festive holiday season?
(Let's not mention that little game thing as I am still crying big orange tears!)