We Wish You A Merry Christmas...now pass me that cheese log.

You know what I get the MOST excited about during the holiday season? and its not the insanely good deals on goods or getting a gift that I have been dropping hints on all year long. It is the food. Really. I look forward to eating this scrumptious stuff all year.

Some women have an inner goddess, I have an inner obese.

I have been craving green bean casserole since Thanksgiving, I lurve me some mashed potatoes and don't get me started on Christmas cookies.

I have tried running lately.. really.. ok really, stop laughing. I am telling myself I want to be healthy and I don't care about losing weight, but who are we kidding. We just tell ourselves that when we step on the scale for the one millionth time and we haven't lost not even half a pound.

But I do want to say that I want to lose weight and will probably blog about this journey. Really, I am a busy college student/mom. I don't know when I find time to eat.

On another note... Jackson doesn't really comprehend the whole Christmas thing. He does sing a mean Jingle Bells though. sounds like...jing BELLS jing BELLS. He only knows the last word of every sentence. Then half way through the song he starts going, "Mommy! Bar-ey" Which translates to, "Mommy! Sing the song from Barney"

He has already unwrapped a gift that isn't his... He took a picture with Santa and was amazed by the winter wonderland that was created around Santa. And he brings home a new ornament for the tree everyday from daycare. But still, I don't think its sinking in.

But I think he will get it head on, when he walks down the stairs on Christmas morning and receives his gifts from Santa..that new Triceratops that's the size of a real Triceratops..know what I am talking about?

I have come to the conclusion that he will either totally get this Christmas thing and be siked for years to come OR he will be traumatized for life.

My Sister Rocks

My sister is a 15 year old freshman. She had an assignment to write a poem for her AP English class... I know she was having a hard time figuring out what she wanted it to be about, but she finally picked a topic and it turned out great.

Her and her best friend have been friends since they were 4 I believe... well this past summer, not only were they going through a weird transition stage because they were both going to different high schools, but her friends father tragically took his own life.

This poem is about just that....need I remind you its written by a 15 year old. I think its fabulous, made me cry...but then again I am her older sister, I am a little bias.




Her Hero, Her Fallen Angel

June 6th 2008.
It started with a phone call,
All I heard was crying and mumbling.
As she tried to calm herself down she told me what had happened.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing;
I couldn’t believe he was gone.

And just like that her world had stopped.
Her hero was gone,
Her angel had fallen.

Three days had passed,
It was the first time I saw her in what felt like a life time.
Her cold, hard hug felt like she was somehow trying to hold on to life.
As I held her tight,
Her warm tears rolled down her red cheeks and hit my light pink shirt like bullets;
Her once soft, smooth skin rose with cold, rough goose bumps;
Her once still body began to shake uncontrollably;
And her voice began to tremble and break as she tried to speak softly.

And just then I saw that her world had stopped.
Her hero was gone,
Her angel had fallen

The flag covered coffin looked beautiful surrounded by elegant red roses.
“He looks at peace” she said.
Just then my heart felt like a rock,
Sinking to the frigid ocean floor.
Black tears began to leave gray trails as they fall down my pail cheeks.

Just then I realized her world had stopped,
Her hero was gone,
Her angel had fallen.

It has been six months since the tragedy,
And all I can think is why did this have to happen to her?
Why to the free spirited girl I knew and loved.
She would never be the same.
She loved him more then anything,
He was her best friend, her hero, her dad.

But just like that her world had stopped.
Her hero was gone,
Her angel had fallen.

She knows he is in a better place now.
A place with no suffering,
No pain.
She tries to be strong for him,
But the hurt is too much for her at times.
She can’t believe this has happened to her.

She can’t believe that her world has stopped.
Her hero is gone,
Her angel has fallen.

Over time I lost her,
I lost the beautiful, free-spirited girl I knew and loved.
No harm was done to her,
No pain she inflicted on herself.
Over that hard painful summer I lost my best friend.

And just like that my world had stopped.
My “sister” was gone,
My best friend had fallen.

I finallllly finished my classes. This semester was L-O-N-G. I dont know if it was the actual classes I took or if it is the fact that I am leaving this school and going to another. Whatever it is, I am glad its done. I am currently celebrating by doing absofreakingloutely NOTHING. I havent done this is awhile.

Today I have actually had time to take a long shower and shave my legs, for real.

I got to surf the web for countless things...

I got to play Guitar Hero without fighitng off a two year old. Hey, he gets in the way of my jammin

I did though have to wake up at 6:40 am. I dont have a clue why my son is on this new sleep schedule. But its whatever...

I am about to eat for the first time today...exciting!!

This is exciting stuff people.. I am gonna go relax now.

Kinda Strange...

This age is really funny. I wont say fun, necessarily, because it definitely has some downfalls. But for the most part everything is good. I don't know what it is about being two, that has Jackson acting completely strange. Funny strange.. not I should be worried strange.

He is pretty much the funniest toddler I know and his requests have become more and more odd.

For instance, one night he woke up from a dead sleep wanting the flashlight that was on my t.v. stand across the room. I told him no and to go back to sleep. This of course started the whining and crying and for my own sanity, I retrieved the beloved light. I had to turn it on of course, duh mom! Then he cradled it and ended up falling asleep with it like it was some sort of fluffy stuffed dog. I had to wait a good ten minutes until I knew he was asleep asleep, before I could turn it off and pry it from his baby hands.

This foggy picture you see to the right is another odd request he has made while being half asleep. I had taken off his socks, because it was rather steaming hot in my room. This made him sit straight up and cry for his socks. Which he normally hates wearing... So of course, to save my sanity, I handed him the socks. He proceeded to put them on his hands..then fell asleep. Yup, those are socks on his hands people... socks. on hands. The newest baby trend.

The most odd of all the toddler requests I have received has to do with a barbie. I did not buy my son a barbie. Promise. But for some reason a naked one has appeared in his toy box. But that's not the weird part.. its what he wants to do with it. If he sees it, he brings it to me and demands that I stick it in his diaper, the back part. So there is a naked barbie, sticking out of his diaper. He thinks its hilarious and it kinda is...

Really the list goes on and on... I think I have a funny guy on my hand. Which is totally awesome. I am curious though where he got the idea of putting barbie in his diaper... I promise I did not teach him that one!