Monthly Archives: December 2011

A New Year’s List

Borrowing a trend from my super amazing SIL Julie, instead of listing resolutions I’d take seriously for maybe a day or two, instead I am going to make a list of the things I LOVE to do and endeavor to do them.  How hard is that?

1.  Sewing.  I would love to be able to get into my studio and sew everyday for hours.  I get inspired when I have a new idea bouncing around in my head and want to work on it NOW.  I suppose it is a godsend to my family that my studio is two floors down and requires actually planning time to go down there.  Because if it were up here, I’d be in there all the time and my family would never see me.

2.  Kitchen Witchery.  I am a self-proclaimed Kitchen Witch.  Sure I have an altar and such where I perform the occasional spell–but most of my Magick happens in the kitchen. Cooking for my family, creating goodies and oils and lotions, etc with solid intentions gives me a sort of peace that i cannot explain.  And, in the end, there is usually bread to consume, which is a solid bonus.

3.  Reading.   If I’m not doing 1 or 2, I am reading.  Anything from trashy novels (a personal indulgence) to sci-fi to classic literature.  ANd I’m sorry you purists, but thank goddess for the Kindle.  MUCH preferred to lugging around a tome, or hiding my Fabio covered trash.

4.  Sleeping.  I don’t get enough of this.  It makes me a little bitter.

5.  Writing.  You’d think this would be higher up on the list right?(although, in all honesty there are no values placed on this list. I’m just writing down what comes to mind.) But i will admit that sometimes writing is more of a compulsion than joy.  And then there’s the critique, public opinion, over edit, back to original draft, oh just hit the dam “publish” button already dance that isn’t always a pleasant drive in the park, shall we say.  But–i can’t imagine a life without some form of writing in it…

6.  Giggling with my son.  ’nuff said

7.  Date night.  Thank Goddess for respite.  And the new movie theater down the street.  And Sushi. And my husband’s complete understanding that sometimes French food is a necessity.

8.  Shopping. I dont’ do a lot of it, but when I have the freedom to browse, peruse, meander, etc, it can be fun.  Provided there are no people in the vicinity.  And by people I mean people.

I was hoping to have a list of 10, but I feel like I’m pushing it already.  Hopefully I will add a few things to this list this year to round it out.  With the new toy gifted to us from my bestie, I will prolly end up adding photography to  the list.

You may have noticed, however a few absences.  You must find it hard to believe that i don’t LIVE for ABA therapy or hanging out with other mommies at the park.  OR laundry.  Since that seems to consume a large portion of my day.  Well, except for the other mommies.  I don’t actually TALK  to those women.  Sneer, yes.

So I suppose the only goal here is to make sure I simply do MORE of the things on my list.  I guess that could be construed as a resolution.  Shouldn’t be too hard to keep eh?  At least it doesn’t involve sweating next to some stranger on an elliptical…

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Wordless Wednesday

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the unspoken truth…

So, the other day, I had my first mammogram.

Wow, was THAT fun.

And since there is no history in my family of any kind of breast ailment, this was the traditional, first mammogram at age forty.

I won’t bore you with the squishy details, because I am sure there is a Lifetime Movie out there that will tell you EVERYTHING and MORE about mammograms.  But I’m sure the doctor will be hunky…

I will say though–if they want us to get so…close to that machine–the least they could do is make it fuzzy and cute so it wouldn’t feel like we’re getting felt up by Mr Roboto.

And no.  No Domo Arigato.

But what I realized is that this was a rite of passage, if you will.  That this lovely procedure marks the time when my doctor will now talk to me about different things.  Long gone are the halcyon days of asking me about STD screens and proscribing whatever antibiotic that doesn’t make me break out in hives for my gazillionth case of tonsilitis (and yes, i’ve STILL got ’em, bitches!) and now will begin gentle conversations about tests, and vitamins and joint deterioration and…dunh dunh DUUUUNNNNHHHH! Menopause.

I’ve laid out the timeline of doctor patient conversations as such:

So i’ve still got some time before she starts prescribing every pill known to man to me to cure this thing called AGING.  But it won’t be long now…

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Dear Santa: What *I* Want for Xmas

This is actually my list from last year–but rereading it, i found most of it still applies.  Except for the airplane ride and being gluten free. We are staying home this year, and indulging in every form of gluten imaginable.  ok, not EVERY form, but lord knows this xmas i get to stay in my pjs all day if i want  to, and don’t have to stand in ANY line where i’m gonna get felt up–unless i WANT to…


Our house can be nuts this time of year–and I’m not just referring to the bowls on the coffee table. This is that time of year when the Hannukiah gets lit(that’s the menorah, y’all), Yule logs are placed on the fire, and Christmas trees are decorated. For our house, all three are important. I celebrate Hannukah and Yule, and my husband celebrates Xmas. It can get a little hectic, what with all the presents and various flames, and I always feel a little harried this time of year. And since my old man works in the “industry”(that’s high-falutin LA talk for the tv/film industry) we always end up with a week off at the end of the year when the studios shut down–which is then declared vacay time by the same old man. so not only am I lighting fires, preparing sufganiyot, hanging tinsel, and wrapping presents, I’m also making lists and packing suitcases.
But if that weren’t enough, little man’s birthday is on the 22nd.

For the love of…

so since this is such a stressful time of year, here’s my list. I wish for…

1. Everyone to stop beating each other up over what holiday is celebrated. Just have some eggnog spiked with brandy and chill the f— out.
2. For my kid to get to celebrate his birthday at school, just once in his life. Everyone should get the opportunity to waste the last half hour of school with cupcakes and flavored sugar water.
3. For people to stop asking me the question–“so what exactly IS Hannukah?” Google it for chrissakes.
4. the diabetic coma that is Christmas baking to calm down. Yes. You make a tasty macaroon. Wow. That’s a nice fudge. Yummy, is that cinnamon? Could someone pass me an insulin shot?
5. for someone to find every copy of “Grandma Got Runover By A Reindeer” and destroy them all. It’s more vital to destroy this song than the polio virus. IT. MUST. BE. STOPPED!
6. For stores this time of year to be a little less….”very.” I mean, must every aisle be packed with your surplus? And by surplus, I mean cheap DVD players, Chocolate gift sets, and Shake weights. NO ONE is gonna buy that crap, are they?
7. For people to take it easy on retail folk and delivery people. This time of year SU-HUCKS for them. So if they’re tired and a little snippy, just say thank you and move on. Do not use this as a moment for moral teaching.

Yeah, I’ve got an Autism list too–but it’s not a very sexy list. Yeah, I wish the potty training fairy would come and flip the switch in Ben’s brain to make him figure it out. I wish his speech would clear up a little so that others wouldn’t get so frustrated–frustrating him in turn–when trying to understand him. I wish he’d eat something other than noodles, rice and chicken nuggets. And I wish strangers wouldn’t look at me like I’ve got two heads and a baboon on my shoulder when they ask Ben questions and he doesn’t answer them. (or better yet says” NO!”)

But as my mother often said to me in my youth, “If wishes were horses, beggers would ride.” She often spoke to me in old English rhyme…

But I only have one xmas wish, really. I want Ben to have a good time. Last year, he began to understand the concept of “presents”–and this year, he’s put together waiting. (he would wake up from his nap to find a newly wrapped hannukah present by the menorah, but had to wait until daddy got home to open it) I know the next days will be filled with too much stimulation, people he doesn’t know, excitement, crankiness, possible deviations from his diet, airplane travel (and the inevitable TSA pat-down) and possibly snow. My only wish is that he gain a little bit of knowledge and have time to play and be merry. I’ll worry about the GF bread and airplane bottles of liquor.

I hope everyone here has a fantastic holiday(s). And if not, I hope you have a full liquor cabinet. And a lock on the bathroom door. And return tickets.

Happy Holidays!

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Wordless Wednesday: Brrrr!

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