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Big shout out to my first time readers from our I.C. class! Enjoy the blog. Feel free to leave comments as anonymous, just please put your name w/in the comment. :-)
Those in my I.C. class know our fellow classmate, Miss K. needs a man. We're on a man hunt! Miss K. please email me at Christina@SugarSweetDesigns.net with full criteria. :-)
Miss K. is young, smart, witty, and attractive. But somehow, she remains single. Somebody take this girl out and show her a good time! She deserves it! If you or someone you know is interested, email me at Christina@SugarSweetDesigns.net.
Yesterday was Mom's birthday. I'm pretty sure she turned 29, but maybe I'm wrong... 28??? ;-) Tis the season to kiss some butt! Hehehee!
Anyway, I think Mom had a pretty terrific birthday. Calvin and I took her out for lunch at the Hilton. It was the perfect place to celebrate Mom's big day. We gave her cards and a very appreciative gift. We walked the Convention Center hall to look at the gorgeous Christmas decorations. After she left us, she met up w/ Poppy for more birthday fun. She went home with a fire place! What a gift!!! :-)
At lunch, Mom presented Calvin with a new Christmas book and had a bag for me. She said it would make me cry, and wanted me to wait til I got home to open it. It was touching. So special. Mom's Betty Crocker cook book! It is a part of our family. See, we moved a lot. But one thing always stayed the same: That cook book in our kitchen.
Inside she had a very touching card and a special letter to me, telling me the story of my original family: Mom, Dad, and Me. The letter was full of love, kindness, and fond memories of their time together. Things I'd never heard, because we were never allowed, or rather avoided ever talking about. This special cook book was a gift at Mom's wedding shower back in 1981, before she married my Dad. The cook book was a part of the home they shared. And I will treasure it every single day.
Thank-you, Mom. Olive Juice.
This post is to comically call out the two guys in one of my classes that openly admitted that they don't do laundry often. According to them, throwing dirty clothes in a dryer with a dryer sheet will get the stinch out. One said all of his clothes are on his bedroom floor. He sifts through to find the clean from the dirty. All of the girls cringed.
It gets worse...
I asked how he knows which underwear are clean.
He doesn't. He said it's okay to wear underwear more than once before washing them. He said it's obvious when a pair is dirty. Skid marks??? We all got a good chuckle out of this.
Thanksgiving night, Chris and I decided to have a romantic dinner alone at Pizza Hut. (Calvin was at his dad's.) We were seated amongst the only other two tables with customers. We ordered our drinks. Then... IT happened from the booth behind me...
The worst smelling fart ever!
Seriously, it was far worse than the worst hog farm plus a skunk.
Chris said that fart would have cleared out the deer cabin... and that's pretty bad!
I was gagging!
As the stink-table laughed and cheered at this monumental-stink-o-rama accomplishment, we contimplated leaving. Then, the waitress moved us - to the other side of the room at my request. But the fart spread like the plague. It lingered and lingered and lingered. Even when our pizza came, we could barely eat.
The stink-table kept laughing. They were jerks. Smelly, dirty, skid mark jerks. They stunk up our Thanksgiving dinner.
Needless to say, we are not in the least bit hungry for our Pizza Hut leftovers.
I have so much to be thankful for. Life happens, time flies, and often I take my life for granted. But today and for the rest of the holiday season, I'm going to take time out of my schedule to focus on the things I'm most thankful for: Chris, Calvin, and the rest of our family.
Chris is amazing. Period.
Calvin... you all know how remarkable he is. Just Calvin, because that sums it up.
Our family. We have a great big family. We have the luxury of making memories with them on a regular basis. They are supportive and loving. They're our family.
Today, I'm extra thankful for Grandma Betty. She's my rock. She always has been. I'm a little spoiled by her and I'll never deny it. Her and Grandpa have never once let me down. Today I realized that I have no clue how to turn my torn up bread into dressing. But Grandma does, and hers is the best. 1 quick phone call later, and she happily agreed to make it for me. I love her for that... and for so many other reasons.
I wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving! :)
At dinner each night we say a mealtime prayer followed by going around the table to pray for something specific. Then, around the table again to tell God what we're thankful for.
Calvin's getting pretty good at this mealtime tradition. He prays for the sick, the poor, the homeless, Grandparents, cousins, for me, for Chris, the deceased, families of deceased, etc. He puts quite a bit of thought into his prayers. The last few days he has prayed that Stinky and Stinky Dink don't get eaten by a bear while they're mushroom hunting.
Wondering who Stinky and Stinky Dink are? Imaginary friends. :-)
INTRODUCING... The Colonel
My new PC is The Colonel.
All programs are installed... thanks to Chris. :-)
I'll be starting to make-up some work tomorrow.
Elizabeth, you're at the top of my list!
Our family is getting into the Christmas spirit. We started shopping yesterday and are tagging our tree at the Althoff Tree Farm later today.
This year, we've adopted a child from the Salvation Army's Angel Tree. Although we're providing the money, the shopping is all on Calvin. We want to teach him the true meaning of Christmas, including generosity to those less fortunate. I am looking forward to sharing this experience with Calvin, and witnessing the warmness in his heart as he gives to our Angel.
