What a wonderful way to celebrate New Years Eve with your children and significant other. This year I will get the privilege to toast with my son, boyfriend, and his beautiful six year old daughter. The horns are in hand and the hats are sparkling in the light. Confetti snappers are ready to pop. The flutes are filled with sparkling cider. Snack trays are filled with pizza rolls, pigs in a blanket, chicken nuggets, buffalo wings, chips, cheese dip, salsa, sausage, cheese chunks, and so much more. The sleeping bags and air mattresses are in front of the television ready for the ball to drop.
We will dance and sing and play hide and seek. Trains and cars and coloring books will follow. The night will be endless hours of fun and a hope that breakfast doesn't start until late the next morning.
Bringing in the new year with my loved ones is the best way to start a New Year.
Happy New Year!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Time Flies With Conversation
Have you ever sat on the couch wrapped in your lover's arms and just talked for hours?
On many occasions I have experienced this moment. I have laughed until I cried and cried until he made me laugh. We have discussed our future. Our dreams of being husband and wife and the possibility of having a little tyrant of our own. We have talked movies and childhood memories laughing and teasing at the silliest moments. We've discussed problems and searched for answers. Religion, parenting, family and many other debatable topics. Never do we get angry when we don't agree, but communicate until we understand each other's beliefs. It's nothing to sit down at eight in the evening and look up at the clock to see it is past midnight. Time flies by way too fast with my boyfriend.
With all this conversation, I feel I know more about the love of my life in five months time than I ever did with the man I spent seventeen years with. How is this possible? I found love and a reason to talk and laugh. Dance and sing. I want to enjoy moments and take chances with my new beau. I never dreamed like I have this last five months and now that I have started, I want to keep dreaming of a possible future with this wonderful, caring, understanding, lovable, handsome... okay I'll stop ;)
On many occasions I have experienced this moment. I have laughed until I cried and cried until he made me laugh. We have discussed our future. Our dreams of being husband and wife and the possibility of having a little tyrant of our own. We have talked movies and childhood memories laughing and teasing at the silliest moments. We've discussed problems and searched for answers. Religion, parenting, family and many other debatable topics. Never do we get angry when we don't agree, but communicate until we understand each other's beliefs. It's nothing to sit down at eight in the evening and look up at the clock to see it is past midnight. Time flies by way too fast with my boyfriend.
With all this conversation, I feel I know more about the love of my life in five months time than I ever did with the man I spent seventeen years with. How is this possible? I found love and a reason to talk and laugh. Dance and sing. I want to enjoy moments and take chances with my new beau. I never dreamed like I have this last five months and now that I have started, I want to keep dreaming of a possible future with this wonderful, caring, understanding, lovable, handsome... okay I'll stop ;)
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The Christmas Ornament
While sipping a cup of coffee in the dining room of my boyfriend's parent's home, his mother asks me if she told me about the ornaments on her tree.
"No," I answered with a smile.
"Well let me tell you about my tree." She got up from her chair and I followed her to the tree.
She told me about each ornament and their meanings. There was a semi truck on the tree that reminded her of my son and I smiled. The cowboy boot was definitely my boyfriend.
She paused for a moment and smiled. "This one," she says and points at the gold heart near the top of the tree, "reminds me of you. The golden heart."
I was astonished and speechless. How could she think so highly of me in the short amount of time I had known her? I smiled and said "Thank you" and gave her a hug, holding back the joyous tear that wanted to fall.
It was such a sweet thing to say. I am still speechless and hope that I never let her down. At least now I know where her son gets his sweetness.
"No," I answered with a smile.
"Well let me tell you about my tree." She got up from her chair and I followed her to the tree.
She told me about each ornament and their meanings. There was a semi truck on the tree that reminded her of my son and I smiled. The cowboy boot was definitely my boyfriend.
She paused for a moment and smiled. "This one," she says and points at the gold heart near the top of the tree, "reminds me of you. The golden heart."
I was astonished and speechless. How could she think so highly of me in the short amount of time I had known her? I smiled and said "Thank you" and gave her a hug, holding back the joyous tear that wanted to fall.
It was such a sweet thing to say. I am still speechless and hope that I never let her down. At least now I know where her son gets his sweetness.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Christmas With A Smile
The joys of Christmas start with a trip out of town to celebrate with (hopefully) my future family. When we arrive, I, along with Trenton, am excited. The first thing I do is give my boyfriend's brother a hug and tell him Merry Christmas. Trenton on the other hand breaks out the new remote control yellow Camaro, who he named Bumblebee, (a gift from my wonderful boyfriend) and races it towards the house.
Once inside I see the little girl who stole my heart months ago and squeeze her tight. Then there's mom and dad and the two older girls along with his brother's wife and we can't leave out his puppy, Tiny.
After settling in, the kiddos are antsy and ready to open gifts. We head into the dining room and begin the adventure of opening up the gifts. I loved every gift I received, though I was under the impression we weren't exchanging gifts. At least I will be prepared next year!
We cleaned up and prepared for dinner. We laughed and shared stories and watched as the children scattered to play with their toys. The boys gathered the dishes and helped their mother clean up. I watched, wanting to help but there wasn't enough room for all of us to join in. Next year I will find my spot somewhere in that kitchen and make sure to help out.
Having wonderful conversations made time fly by way too fast and next I knew it was time to say goodbye. Though I enjoy curling up on the couch in the love of my life's arms, it was hard to see his girls walk out the door.
The night ended with me wrapped tight in his arms watching a great movie until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. The last thing he said to me was also the first thing he said to me that morning. "I love you forever."
I told him that I will always love him.
Could Christmas really get any better than that? Hmm... I don't think so.
Once inside I see the little girl who stole my heart months ago and squeeze her tight. Then there's mom and dad and the two older girls along with his brother's wife and we can't leave out his puppy, Tiny.
After settling in, the kiddos are antsy and ready to open gifts. We head into the dining room and begin the adventure of opening up the gifts. I loved every gift I received, though I was under the impression we weren't exchanging gifts. At least I will be prepared next year!
We cleaned up and prepared for dinner. We laughed and shared stories and watched as the children scattered to play with their toys. The boys gathered the dishes and helped their mother clean up. I watched, wanting to help but there wasn't enough room for all of us to join in. Next year I will find my spot somewhere in that kitchen and make sure to help out.
Having wonderful conversations made time fly by way too fast and next I knew it was time to say goodbye. Though I enjoy curling up on the couch in the love of my life's arms, it was hard to see his girls walk out the door.
The night ended with me wrapped tight in his arms watching a great movie until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. The last thing he said to me was also the first thing he said to me that morning. "I love you forever."
I told him that I will always love him.
Could Christmas really get any better than that? Hmm... I don't think so.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
A Blast Of Hot Air
One week ago, the heater went out in my car. I dreaded climbing in with the falling temperatures. It had reached a cloudy high of 16 and the winds pushed hard against the car. I had a stocking hat, scarf, gloves, thick socks with boots, and a heavy coat. My only thrill was the heated seat and steering wheel. But that did little to keep me from freezing.
I began to adjust as I waited for my scheduled appointment to fix it. On the day of my appointment, the sun shone brightly and the temperatures reached up into the forties. Even the winds had diminished. It felt like a heat wave on my twenty minute drive across town to the dealership.
When I arrived at the service shop, the gentleman informed me the loaner car was ready to go and that they turned on the heater ahead of time. I smiled, thanked him and jumped into the car. Instantly, I was hot. It felt like I stepped into the tropics and sweat began to trickle down my forehead. I quickly found the controller and shut off the heater.
For a brief moment, I wanted to stroll back into the service department and tell them, "No thanks. Who needs a heater anyway." Then I thought of the sixteen degree day and I shivered.
I pressed on the gas pedal and drove myself home.
I began to adjust as I waited for my scheduled appointment to fix it. On the day of my appointment, the sun shone brightly and the temperatures reached up into the forties. Even the winds had diminished. It felt like a heat wave on my twenty minute drive across town to the dealership.
When I arrived at the service shop, the gentleman informed me the loaner car was ready to go and that they turned on the heater ahead of time. I smiled, thanked him and jumped into the car. Instantly, I was hot. It felt like I stepped into the tropics and sweat began to trickle down my forehead. I quickly found the controller and shut off the heater.
For a brief moment, I wanted to stroll back into the service department and tell them, "No thanks. Who needs a heater anyway." Then I thought of the sixteen degree day and I shivered.
I pressed on the gas pedal and drove myself home.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Counting Down With Stress
A countdown to Christmas is a maddening adrenaline rush for most of us who try to cram everything in at the last minute.
Stress sets in as we realize there are only 4 shopping days left before Christmas. Yet, we still have to work and find someone to watch the kiddos while we rush to get those last few presents under the tree. Don't forget about the families that are expecting us to arrive on time with all that we so eagerly promised them we would do. Those promises included watching children, shopping, wrapping presents, baking, cooking, cleaning, planning out dinner and last but not least, sit and relax with the glass of eggnog we promised to bring.
Whew! I stare at the cookie ingredients I promised to make for the students in my child's class. All I want to do is curl up on the couch and watch a classic movie, "White Christmas" while sipping apple cider. But I made a promise to my son. I have no intention of letting him down. I pick up the recipe and begin measuring the ingredients. It doesn't matter that it is close to midnight. Tomorrow morning is when they are needed and I spent the entire evening organizing the rest of the week to come.
All in all, I guess it would be safe to say that next year I will do my best not to obligate myself into so many projects. However, it is a year away and I'm sure I said this last year too.
Stress sets in as we realize there are only 4 shopping days left before Christmas. Yet, we still have to work and find someone to watch the kiddos while we rush to get those last few presents under the tree. Don't forget about the families that are expecting us to arrive on time with all that we so eagerly promised them we would do. Those promises included watching children, shopping, wrapping presents, baking, cooking, cleaning, planning out dinner and last but not least, sit and relax with the glass of eggnog we promised to bring.
Whew! I stare at the cookie ingredients I promised to make for the students in my child's class. All I want to do is curl up on the couch and watch a classic movie, "White Christmas" while sipping apple cider. But I made a promise to my son. I have no intention of letting him down. I pick up the recipe and begin measuring the ingredients. It doesn't matter that it is close to midnight. Tomorrow morning is when they are needed and I spent the entire evening organizing the rest of the week to come.
All in all, I guess it would be safe to say that next year I will do my best not to obligate myself into so many projects. However, it is a year away and I'm sure I said this last year too.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The Red Box Carjacking
The Christmas party was a smash hit. She was dressed to kill in her favorite black dress with fish net stockings and a pair of black stilettos. Her husband was still wired and ready for more fun, but she wanted a more comfortable route. "Honey, let's get a movie and snuggle up on the couch." How could he say no to his beautiful wife.
It was approximately 10:15 in the evening and the parking lot was scarce when he pulled up to the red box machine at Dillon's on their way home. Worried she would freeze, he left the car running and walked up to look at the movies. She looked around the parking lot and saw the party bus parked near the entry to the grocery store and then back to her husband, who stared at the machine. She smiled.
The car door opened on the driver's side and snapped her head towards the door. A woman in her mid forties jumped into the driver seat and said, "I'm gonna take your car for a spin to freak out my friends." She shifted the car into drive and pressed the gas pedal.
The woman wreaked of whiskey making the wife nauseous and a bit frightened. She wanted to scream but she was stunned by the bravery of this woman. She turned to look at her husband who was still intently looking at the machine. After a few minutes she heard people laughing and turned to see them running after the car.
Very casually she asked the woman, "So what's the occasion?"
The woman said, "Oh just a friend's birthday." The woman was nice and just letting loose so the wife decided to just go along with it. After all she had her seat belt on and could barely walk in the heels, let alone try to struggle with the woman in her dress.
The woman drove around the parking lot and pulled the car back near the Red Box machine. She put the car in park and put her hand on the wife's leg and rubbed it lightly. "Oh these stockings are nice. Thank you for letting me have some fun."
The wife laughed nervously. The woman opened the car door and stumbled out. Her friends, just as intoxicated as she was, picked her up while cheering her on, laughing. Immediately, the wife locked the doors.
A few minutes later the husband tapped the window. She jumped and unlocked the doors when she saw him. He smiled at her strangely and asked, "Honey, why did you move the car?"
It was approximately 10:15 in the evening and the parking lot was scarce when he pulled up to the red box machine at Dillon's on their way home. Worried she would freeze, he left the car running and walked up to look at the movies. She looked around the parking lot and saw the party bus parked near the entry to the grocery store and then back to her husband, who stared at the machine. She smiled.
The car door opened on the driver's side and snapped her head towards the door. A woman in her mid forties jumped into the driver seat and said, "I'm gonna take your car for a spin to freak out my friends." She shifted the car into drive and pressed the gas pedal.
The woman wreaked of whiskey making the wife nauseous and a bit frightened. She wanted to scream but she was stunned by the bravery of this woman. She turned to look at her husband who was still intently looking at the machine. After a few minutes she heard people laughing and turned to see them running after the car.
Very casually she asked the woman, "So what's the occasion?"
The woman said, "Oh just a friend's birthday." The woman was nice and just letting loose so the wife decided to just go along with it. After all she had her seat belt on and could barely walk in the heels, let alone try to struggle with the woman in her dress.
The woman drove around the parking lot and pulled the car back near the Red Box machine. She put the car in park and put her hand on the wife's leg and rubbed it lightly. "Oh these stockings are nice. Thank you for letting me have some fun."
The wife laughed nervously. The woman opened the car door and stumbled out. Her friends, just as intoxicated as she was, picked her up while cheering her on, laughing. Immediately, the wife locked the doors.
A few minutes later the husband tapped the window. She jumped and unlocked the doors when she saw him. He smiled at her strangely and asked, "Honey, why did you move the car?"
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