Going home

I'm headed home for the holidays. Merry Christmas everyone. :D

Hugs,
Melinda

On having children and Christmas

It has suddenly occurred to me that with the birth of a new baby, that no one (aside from Sweet Pea, the 6 year old) has asked what I would like for Christmas. This isn't a problem though, because I really don't know what I would say if someone were to ask me. It took me almost 10 minutes to come up with pastry blender for Sweet Pea. The reason is because I have been so focused and so busy trying to make this a good Christmas for the girls. With their Daddy overseas, it's sometimes hard to be cheerful, so I focus on them. I guess that's what happens when you become a grown up.
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I knew I had forgotten something. The other day, someone mentioned that it was only 2 more weeks until Christmas. That really caught me off guard. I've been counting weeks until Dale is home. (It's now 5 and a half, by the way.) And then we've been planning on having Christmas here when he gets home. So for me... the world will celebrate Christmas on Dec. 25. I plan on celebrating around Jan. 25. :D

Michael Jackson theory

I have a theory. It's just this wild random thinking I was doing the other day. Michael Jackson started singing when he was really really young as part of the Jackson 5. He sang and sang and had the dark skin and big nose for a while. Then came "Thriller." In Thriller, he had lost a lot of weight, his skin was beginning to lighten, and his nose was skinnier. With each subsequent album, his skin was lighter and his nose was... well... less.

So my thinking... Michael Jackson is not Michael Jackson. What if he's been replaced? What if the person who we all think is MJ is really... *GASP*... a white guy?? I think it's this guy that was an MJ impersonator and was so good that when MJ was taken away, the impersonator took his place.

Now, don't ask me who took MJ away or why. Don't ask me why there's an impersonator in his place. Most of all, please don't ask me if I'm serious. I'm not. I do have one conspiracy theory that I'm not going into online, but I wanted to present this, because I thought it was a funny idea. :)

http://allied.blogspot.com/images/michael-jackson-early-years.jpg
http://www.nostalgiacentral.com/images_music/jackson_63.jpg
http://pochettescd.free.fr/images/m/Michael_Jackson_Thriller-front.jpg
http://www.nrc.nl/images/scholierenbad.jpg
http://michael-jackson.juaxoo.com/images/Michael-Jackson-photo.jpg


I mean really... all you have to do is an image search of MJ on Google. If you look closely enough, it is not that hard to see... it's NOT him.

Okay, enough of theories for tonight. I'm off to read. Night. :D

To my mysterious benefactor

I don't know who you are, or why you chose the mirror instead of knocking on my door, but thank you. :) I greatly appreciate the new tube of Carmex.

Hugs,
Melinda

The cold sore from Heck!

Dale, my husband, gets cold sores all the time. It's not unusual for him to have 3 or 4 jars of Carmex at any given time. And oddly enough, I've gotten to wear I can actually tolerate the smell and taste of it.

So Monday morning, imagine my surprise when I woke up with a HUGE cold sore right in the middle of my lip. I remembered what Dale does, he slathers it up with Carmex. So I went hunting for one of his little yellow jars. Surprise! I couldn't find ONE! Nothing. Nada. Not one. There wasn't any in the house. Have I really gone 10 and a half months without one jar of Carmex in my house?

This cold sore hurts. I finally got to the store yesterday to try and find a jar of Carmex. Imagine my disappointment when I couldn't find any. All they have, it seems, is those little yellow tubes of petroleum jelly. BLECH! Well, I have to have something or this thing will never go away. It tastes even worse than the jars.

The worst part of this cold sore is that I can't even kiss my darling girls. It makes me sad.

Hugs,
Melinda

New Pictures

I LOVE my girls. I love playing with my girls too. This first picture is Lil Bit and me playing a new game. She was chewing on her toes, so I thought I would play along. You can't see, but we were really giggling. We have a different game that we play with her paci. She's such a tease. LOL

The next picture shows how well Lil Bit is starting to move. She scoots herself around, usually backwards. This time, she managed to get herself under the pack and play and couldn't figure out how to get out. Sweet Pea decided she wanted to be in the picture too. I guess I added her for comparison's sake. I love my girls.

Lil Bit is so funny. I think she's about a week, maybe two, away from crawling on her hands and knees. Today, she said "Mam-mam." I'm not making it up, because Sweet Pea heard it too. It just makes my heart melt. :)

Erma Bombeck once wrote an essay on what she would do differently if she could do it all again. One thing that she said stuck out and has stayed with me. She said she would enjoy pregnancy. I understand that now. With Sweet Pea, I was simply pregnant and since it was the first one, I was just excited. With Lil Bit, I've grown up. I feel like I had so much more time to enjoy being pregnant. I feel like I have time to enjoy her growing up and all of her milestones. I also feel like maybe I cheated Sweet Pea of that time by having to work. But....... with the fact that I enjoy Lil Bit so much, I'm also learning to enjoy Sweet Pea.

Well, that's all I have for tonight. I'd better get to bed so that I'm fresh for more enjoyment tomorrow. ROFLOL

Only 7 more Sundays till Dale comes home! Whopee!

Oh Christmas Tree...

Time for a new picture. This is our Christmas tree. Sweet Pea and I had a lot of fun decorating it. It's just tall enough that the angel doesn't fit on top, so I had to wire the star to it. It's so pretty. I love this time of year.

I know I had something else to say, something wise and profound, but Mommy brain has kicked in and zapped my mind again. ROFLOL