ass glee

Arrr, the holidays are over and it is back to routine...except for the commander which is being fixed. Good thing we slacked on selling the liberty, because now I don't need a rental car. Ugh, I hate that bob barker. Seriously, I can't believe I backed into a light post. Who does that? retards like me, I guess.

It is a new year, and time for resolutions. I'm a huge goal setter--even though I don't get half of it done. But I'm a glass-is-always-full kind of person (except for when I hit light posts) and so I count half of my goals accomplished as better than none. I have a sickness though. I have caught "senor dich." How do I know? Because the week prior to new year's eve, I contemplated, categorized, and prioritized my goals for this year. I'm a nerd to the 1000 degree. I accept this; but becoming my father is icky. To fight off my senor dich sickness, I refuse to put my list on this blog (with delightful check boxes; seriously, I love the html form: checkbox=please).

Christmas sidebar: I got a Rubik's cube, and the bastard tempts me everyday. I can almost solve the thing but get hosed doing the last four corners. swine cube.

ass glee sidebar: bryn and ava are convinced that when we pray, we say "ass glee" instead of "ask thee." It brings aaron and I joy every night during family prayer.

Help me Oprah Winfrey, help me Tom Cruise

I backed into a light post today. I love my commander, but she has blindspots. swine light post. I spit on today.

why so serious?

I mailed my last package and sent the first round of christmas cards...now I can commiserate over my cold, women plague, and banchee children. Maybe I'll read or edit--probably edit--tonight. My story is definitely getting stronger and as it morphs into something publishable, I realize I handed out my first draft too soon. But lessons learned and I've learned a ton. arrrrgh, morgan has turned into a whinny thing. go away beast child...okay that's a bit mean. I need to go. lemon out.

it's frickn freezing mr. bigglesworth

It is minus degrees outside today. minus. We just returned from a weekend trip at Ry & Christy's, and I pumped gas in -4 weather with blow-you-over wind. I couldn't feel my ears for at least five minutes and then they stung from the warmth of the car.

In a completely unrelated change of thought: Amber found a gray hair (on her head) last week and that news brought me joy. With all tobler genes pointing to: you're screwed, I have still managed to elude the gray. Oh course, mom didn't really start graying until I was in High School (and I know I caused half of it), we'll see how it plays out once Lauren & Bryn get older. On a critically related note: a solicitor came by the other day and asked me if my mom or dad was home...so I might not be the crypt keeper yet.

weekend sidebar: Ry, christy & fam are shweeeet.

I want to go to there

I returned a bit unwillingly last night from New York. It was an incredible break from being a mom. Jen had never been to New York, so she had an entire itinerary planned from the moment we checked into the hotel. And I think I can successfully say that I saw everything worth seeing in New York. Here's a quick hit of the highlights (before I forget): Getting smashed in front of the tree at Rockefeller Center (seriously, I've never been to a concert that was that smashing...literally.), ice skating in central park, devouring dessert at Serendipity, buying a hot/knock-off purse in a basement in Chinatown, getting the DL from Yoko Ono's doorman, catching a brilliant Van Gogh exhibit at MoMA, touching the Temple of Dendar (ok, I might be forgetting how to spell that) at the Met, eating pain au chocolat in central station, flipping through bizarre coloring books at the united nations (seriously though, what kid wants to color a picture of scientists working to cure aids?), walking two blocks in raging high stilettos, and eating a slice at Lombardi's pizza. Shew and that's just the highlights. It was a great trip and now I'm suffering a bit of post-vacation blues. Hopefully by Friday, I'll accept my return to routine.

Last Lecture sidebar: so I read this gem on the plane. I bawled and bawled. His poor wife. Anyway, I learned from it that I have two walls to conquer right now and I'm pretty confident that I can.

I'm taking a ride with my best friend

I leave tomorrow for a girls weekend in NYC. Four days to do all things NY with Jen. I'm ready to get out of here...I just need to pack, do some laundry and make a what-to-do-with-the-kids list for Aaron. So look for me when they light the tree in Rockefeller Center tomorrow.

it's not in my nature to be mysterious, but I can't talk about it and I can't talk about why

Thanksgiving has ended and the Faveros have all gone home. It was a good holiday--lots of playing and little sleeping. I think we also clearly established that my political views are not the same as my in-laws. But I think we still love each other and no one is wounded.

Kiersten destroyed us with the Thanksgiving Armpit Challenge and now my pits are smooth again.

I have now officially cooked all of thanksgiving. This is a huge milestone that announces that I'm old. Seriously, I did it all: turkey, stuffing, potatoes, yams, cranberries, veg, pies, etc. OK, I had a bit of help from Margaret, but I planned, bought, and prepared 95% of the meal...and now I just feel old and whithered. It was a lot of work for just an hour of eating. But now I know, and knowing is half the battle.