Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sexiest Man Ever
I forgot to post these pics earlier. Just before my pedicure my husband was dutifully getting everything ready. After all my foots stuffs were awaiting my toes my husband turns to me and hands me a Dairy Milk chocolate bar (MY FAV!!).I snapped a pic and told him the only thing sexier than a man giving me chocolate was a naked man giving me chocolate. So he immediatly stripped (sort of. Baby it's cold inside). Here are the pics!
Christmas Report
Was Santa good to you? You bet your ass he was!
I have a 9 year old daughter so Christmas is an exciting magical time. She still believes in Santa Claus and after this year probably will forever. Hell even my skeptical heart was moved. Let me break it down for you.
We went to the mall so my daughter could sit on Santa’s lap. Of course we waited till just about the last second and went up on the 23rd and waited in a huge line for what seemed like forever. Thankfully there was a fudge kiosk not too far and I got my once yearly fudge fill. That sounded kinky. Anyway we wait and wait and wait and finally get up to Santa (after explaining to my daughter that NO I was not going to buy a $20 photo of Santa). My husband and I cross to the far side to wait for her to have her little chat. Now if you have met, spoken with, or been around my daughter you will know that she is a chatterbox. Though sitting on the big man’s lap she didn’t say much of anything. She just sat there with her mouth hanging open. Anyway, they do their thing; she gets her candy cane and then comes over to us with the same dumbstruck look on her face. I ask what’s wrong. Her response surprises the hell out of me. Santa knew her name without her having to tell him. She sat on his lap and said “Hello Lily, you’ve grown so much! And I see you got new glasses!” He then proceeded to ask her if she still wanted the camel webkins that she had written him about or did she want the pelican webkins. For the record, my daughter did indeed write in her letter that she wanted a camel webkinz but has been bugging us non stop because she forgot to include that she wanted the pelican. We’ve told her tough luck, she already mailed her letter. But the mall Santa knew that she wanted the pelican. She also got new glasses only 2 weeks ago. Then Santa winked at me and smiled before we left.
Yes, it could be her soccer or swim coach. There is an outside possibility that it was some bastard smoozing on my kid in which case I will eat his heart. But then there is also the possibility that it was the Real Santa. And that is what I have chosen to believe.
So that was our pre-Christmas festivities.
Christmas came and we had a lovely time. Opened presents at home and with my parents. Killed a magnum of champagne over breakfast (my favorite Christmas tradition) and then headed down to cbus to see the rest of the fam. It was lovely.
But not as lovely as what was awaiting me at home.
My wonderful husband got me a pampered foot tool kit. Pumice stones, heel files, toe separators and such. I was ecstatic because I haven’t given myself a pedicure in…um…. Forever. But once we were home snug in bed (the kid having stayed the night with my mom) watching a movie my husband gets up and leaves the room for a while. When he returns he is carrying my foot spa. You know those things you fill with water, plug in and they vibrate and bubble and such. It turns out his real plan when he bought me the pampered feet kit was to give me a full pedicure.
I have never had someone else give me a pedicure before. Now I understand why people do it. It was lovely!!! He scrubbed away the dead skin from my feet, filed them down and rubbed them until the new skin squeaked. Then he coated them in lotion and rubbed until it was all absorbed. I declined his offer to do my toenails as that is not in his skill set. In the end my feet felt brand new. My husband took a cheap little gift and turned it into the best gift he could have possibly given me. Seeing him sitting at my feet for an hour pampering my little toesies. Well…. It was hot. I could get used to that.
Hope your holidays were filled with goodness!
Pretty toeses!!
I have a 9 year old daughter so Christmas is an exciting magical time. She still believes in Santa Claus and after this year probably will forever. Hell even my skeptical heart was moved. Let me break it down for you.
We went to the mall so my daughter could sit on Santa’s lap. Of course we waited till just about the last second and went up on the 23rd and waited in a huge line for what seemed like forever. Thankfully there was a fudge kiosk not too far and I got my once yearly fudge fill. That sounded kinky. Anyway we wait and wait and wait and finally get up to Santa (after explaining to my daughter that NO I was not going to buy a $20 photo of Santa). My husband and I cross to the far side to wait for her to have her little chat. Now if you have met, spoken with, or been around my daughter you will know that she is a chatterbox. Though sitting on the big man’s lap she didn’t say much of anything. She just sat there with her mouth hanging open. Anyway, they do their thing; she gets her candy cane and then comes over to us with the same dumbstruck look on her face. I ask what’s wrong. Her response surprises the hell out of me. Santa knew her name without her having to tell him. She sat on his lap and said “Hello Lily, you’ve grown so much! And I see you got new glasses!” He then proceeded to ask her if she still wanted the camel webkins that she had written him about or did she want the pelican webkins. For the record, my daughter did indeed write in her letter that she wanted a camel webkinz but has been bugging us non stop because she forgot to include that she wanted the pelican. We’ve told her tough luck, she already mailed her letter. But the mall Santa knew that she wanted the pelican. She also got new glasses only 2 weeks ago. Then Santa winked at me and smiled before we left.
Yes, it could be her soccer or swim coach. There is an outside possibility that it was some bastard smoozing on my kid in which case I will eat his heart. But then there is also the possibility that it was the Real Santa. And that is what I have chosen to believe.
So that was our pre-Christmas festivities.
Christmas came and we had a lovely time. Opened presents at home and with my parents. Killed a magnum of champagne over breakfast (my favorite Christmas tradition) and then headed down to cbus to see the rest of the fam. It was lovely.
But not as lovely as what was awaiting me at home.
My wonderful husband got me a pampered foot tool kit. Pumice stones, heel files, toe separators and such. I was ecstatic because I haven’t given myself a pedicure in…um…. Forever. But once we were home snug in bed (the kid having stayed the night with my mom) watching a movie my husband gets up and leaves the room for a while. When he returns he is carrying my foot spa. You know those things you fill with water, plug in and they vibrate and bubble and such. It turns out his real plan when he bought me the pampered feet kit was to give me a full pedicure. 
I have never had someone else give me a pedicure before. Now I understand why people do it. It was lovely!!! He scrubbed away the dead skin from my feet, filed them down and rubbed them until the new skin squeaked. Then he coated them in lotion and rubbed until it was all absorbed. I declined his offer to do my toenails as that is not in his skill set. In the end my feet felt brand new. My husband took a cheap little gift and turned it into the best gift he could have possibly given me. Seeing him sitting at my feet for an hour pampering my little toesies. Well…. It was hot. I could get used to that.Hope your holidays were filled with goodness!
Pretty toeses!!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
What time is it?
I want to share with you something that my husband, daughter and I do. It may sound strange but it brings an element of joy into our lives and who knows? You might get some joy out of it too!
Occasionally my family breaks out into what appears to be spontaneous dance. It’s not though. Let me tell you the story.
Many moons ago we got very behind on laundry due to illness and you know, life. Anyway there was a ton of clothes that needed done. So we set aside a sat to just stay home and bust them all out. My husband set an alarm on his phone to go off every 40 minutes so we didn’t waste any time between loads. Good plan, I know! Anyway, he chose one of those preset ringtones for the alarm. I guess it would be called ‘electro’. I commented that it made me want to dance. Well my daughter hears it go off a coupe of times (she’s cleaning her room) and comes in to ask what that music was for. I said, “Dance Time” and immediately the alarm goes off. Perfect timing. So we all look at each, start laughing and begin dancing. For the rest of the day every time the alarm went off we would all stop what we were doing and start dancing. It was fun.
Alarms pretty much rule our day. The first one goes off at 5:30 am and the last one goes off at 9pm. 9 pm during the school year is my daughter’s bed time. The alarm goes off to tell us it is time for bed (in case alarms are an unfamiliar concept to you). After Laundry Day my husband changed the 9pm alarm to that jazzy little electro number. And for the past 8 months we always stop what we are doing, dance and laugh at each other looking so goofy. We sometimes get looks when we are out and about when a stranger’s phone with the same ringtone goes off. Those are the times that we look like we are breaking out into spontaneous dance. And it is fun.
Just plain fun. I encourage everyone to give it a try. Even though it is at the same time every night there is usually something different going on and it always catches us by surprise. A few times it has helped us deescalate a fight because no matter how upset you are you still dance. And have a little fun. Who couldn’t use a little more fun in their lives?
Occasionally my family breaks out into what appears to be spontaneous dance. It’s not though. Let me tell you the story.
Many moons ago we got very behind on laundry due to illness and you know, life. Anyway there was a ton of clothes that needed done. So we set aside a sat to just stay home and bust them all out. My husband set an alarm on his phone to go off every 40 minutes so we didn’t waste any time between loads. Good plan, I know! Anyway, he chose one of those preset ringtones for the alarm. I guess it would be called ‘electro’. I commented that it made me want to dance. Well my daughter hears it go off a coupe of times (she’s cleaning her room) and comes in to ask what that music was for. I said, “Dance Time” and immediately the alarm goes off. Perfect timing. So we all look at each, start laughing and begin dancing. For the rest of the day every time the alarm went off we would all stop what we were doing and start dancing. It was fun.
Alarms pretty much rule our day. The first one goes off at 5:30 am and the last one goes off at 9pm. 9 pm during the school year is my daughter’s bed time. The alarm goes off to tell us it is time for bed (in case alarms are an unfamiliar concept to you). After Laundry Day my husband changed the 9pm alarm to that jazzy little electro number. And for the past 8 months we always stop what we are doing, dance and laugh at each other looking so goofy. We sometimes get looks when we are out and about when a stranger’s phone with the same ringtone goes off. Those are the times that we look like we are breaking out into spontaneous dance. And it is fun.
Just plain fun. I encourage everyone to give it a try. Even though it is at the same time every night there is usually something different going on and it always catches us by surprise. A few times it has helped us deescalate a fight because no matter how upset you are you still dance. And have a little fun. Who couldn’t use a little more fun in their lives?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Hey all you Ho Ho Hos! Tis the season and other jazz. In my household we are big on the homemade Christmas (to the disapointment of some and delight of others. Every year I com eup with a new theme and we go all out in that direction. However one staple of Christmas is cookies. My family does a Cookie Extravaganze where all the women in the family (That's right my extended family upholds gender roles) get together and each make a specific cookie. Then we mix and match till everyone has a good mixture for their presents. However I couldn't make it this year (DAMN SWIM TEAM!). Which means I have been busy all day baking yummy cookies. I asked my daughter what cookies we should make and of course her response was "Santa's favorite cookies!"
For those of you who are wondering what Santa's fav cookies are you obviously don't have the best Christmas book ever! Let me get you hip!
The Santa Claus Book is the most correct book on Santa and is the only one authorized by Santa himself. It answers just about every question you might have about Santa thanks to the author Alden Perkes, Ph.D.S. (Ph.D in Santa)who spent most of a year with Santa at the North Pole learning what happens all year round with the big guy and his elves. The Book covers everything from Where Santa Came From, Why Santa Lives So Long, Santa's Garden, Why Rudolph's nose is Red (The Real Story), How the Elves first met Santa and many many many more! It is simply the most delightful book I have ever owned. I have had it since I was a kid and am very happy to pass it on to my daughter. Anyway, as you can probably guess one of the chapters is Satna's Favorite Treat which is where we got our receipe for Santa's Fav Cookies.
Now I can't share these yummy cookies with you virtually, I can share with you the pages. So I hope you enjoy! The receipe came straight from Mrs. Claus who also include the conversion for regular ingredients for those who don't have some of the speicality North Pole ingredients. I hope you enjoy!
For those of you who are wondering what Santa's fav cookies are you obviously don't have the best Christmas book ever! Let me get you hip!
The Santa Claus Book is the most correct book on Santa and is the only one authorized by Santa himself. It answers just about every question you might have about Santa thanks to the author Alden Perkes, Ph.D.S. (Ph.D in Santa)who spent most of a year with Santa at the North Pole learning what happens all year round with the big guy and his elves. The Book covers everything from Where Santa Came From, Why Santa Lives So Long, Santa's Garden, Why Rudolph's nose is Red (The Real Story), How the Elves first met Santa and many many many more! It is simply the most delightful book I have ever owned. I have had it since I was a kid and am very happy to pass it on to my daughter. Anyway, as you can probably guess one of the chapters is Satna's Favorite Treat which is where we got our receipe for Santa's Fav Cookies.
Now I can't share these yummy cookies with you virtually, I can share with you the pages. So I hope you enjoy! The receipe came straight from Mrs. Claus who also include the conversion for regular ingredients for those who don't have some of the speicality North Pole ingredients. I hope you enjoy!
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