Hi Everyone!
I hope you are all pacing yourselves and enjoying this holiday season.
Most of you already know that dear hubby Don loves Christmas movies. He's been known to watch Lifetime movies ad infinitum, especially if the word 'Christmas' is in the title.
Out of curiousity, I just checked out the menu on our tv DVR. Here is a partial list of movies Don has either watched, is currently watching, or plans to watch in the very near future:
A Christmas Proposal
A Boyfriend for Christmas
The Christmas Wish
The 12 Wishes
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
A Princess for Christmas
Eve's Christmas
Christmas in Paradise
Christmas Blessing
Cancel Christmas
November Christmas
Moonlight and Mistletoe
Mistletoe Over Manhattan
The Christmas Card
Christmas Wedding
...Remember, this is a PARTIAL list because he's already watched some and deleted them. If you notice, there is no mention of the classic movies like 'White Christmas' or 'Christmas Carol.'
Not even the 'Muppets Christmas Carol.'
I wonder if there's a 12-step program for Christmas movie addicts. If there is, there might be a support group for family members of Christmas movie junkies.
I might be the founding member.
I'd better go now. The movie is now getting to the end where it magically begins to snow and everyone is smiling and the credit card bills haven't arrived yet.
I love that part.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Puppy Changes Everything
This is like deja-vu all over again.
Our new puppy Teddy has totally retooled (redrooled?) our way of thinking. It's as if we had a baby in the house again.
This time we're almost prepared: the shoes are above chew level, the grab-able dangly earrings are stored away for a while.
We even had to put a baby gate up to protect the Christmas tree.
Alas, we were too late in some instances: A button mysteriously disappeared from my cozy slippers, a few ornaments became chew toys, and we've had to splice the wiring on not one but two phone chargers.
But we're more resilient this time. Unlike a toddler, we can crate this rascal. The protesting noises are similar but the guilt I feel isn't the same.
We've had visitors to see the new family member, each person presenting gifts which promptly were ignored in favor of the packaging they came in.
Hey, I gotta go- I just realized it's been way too quiet for a few minutes. I have to go check on the little furball to see if he's writing on the walls or sticking his tongue in a light socket.
Later!
Our new puppy Teddy has totally retooled (redrooled?) our way of thinking. It's as if we had a baby in the house again.
This time we're almost prepared: the shoes are above chew level, the grab-able dangly earrings are stored away for a while.
We even had to put a baby gate up to protect the Christmas tree.
Alas, we were too late in some instances: A button mysteriously disappeared from my cozy slippers, a few ornaments became chew toys, and we've had to splice the wiring on not one but two phone chargers.
But we're more resilient this time. Unlike a toddler, we can crate this rascal. The protesting noises are similar but the guilt I feel isn't the same.
We've had visitors to see the new family member, each person presenting gifts which promptly were ignored in favor of the packaging they came in.
Hey, I gotta go- I just realized it's been way too quiet for a few minutes. I have to go check on the little furball to see if he's writing on the walls or sticking his tongue in a light socket.
Later!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Puppy Love
I would have written sooner, really. My brain is filled with lots of stuff (or is it stuffing?) I want to share with you.
But I have been detained.
Derailed.
Hindered.
Sideswiped.
Kidnapped.
Dognapped.
Actually, of all the descriptive words mentioned above, the last one is the most accurate. I have been captured by the attentions of a dog.
A puppy.
This weird little black ball of fur- daughter Kari calls it a 'Lint Trap'- came into our lives two weeks ago.
And I haven't slept through the night since.
You'd think I had a newborn around here, what with the demands this little mutt has made on my oh-so-cushy life.
I call it a mutt because we're not really sure what he is. If we took a poll (and gambled with real money) the odds are that he's a labrador/chow mix and I'd be rich.
A Chowbrador or a Labchow.
At any rate, a dear(?) friend of mine rescued this stray puppy and brought him to me.
I resisted but was overtaken by the irresistible aroma of puppy breath. Baking chocolate chip cookies and fresh mountain air can't compete with the smell of puppy breath. Wars could be averted if, instead of cyanide gas, armies sprayed puppy breath.
I wasn't quite ready for a dog since the loss of Barney, my 17 year old beagle mix in June. But my friend (??) decided we were this little canine's only hope.
Don and I hemmed and hawed and reasoned and debated until finally...
Well, his name is Teddy.
I'll tell you more about this little guy but I might have to wait until he's past his teething phase.
He's clamped onto my pantleg and I'm having trouble getting to the computer.
But I have been detained.
Derailed.
Hindered.
Sideswiped.
Kidnapped.
Dognapped.
Actually, of all the descriptive words mentioned above, the last one is the most accurate. I have been captured by the attentions of a dog.
A puppy.
This weird little black ball of fur- daughter Kari calls it a 'Lint Trap'- came into our lives two weeks ago.
And I haven't slept through the night since.
You'd think I had a newborn around here, what with the demands this little mutt has made on my oh-so-cushy life.
I call it a mutt because we're not really sure what he is. If we took a poll (and gambled with real money) the odds are that he's a labrador/chow mix and I'd be rich.
A Chowbrador or a Labchow.
At any rate, a dear(?) friend of mine rescued this stray puppy and brought him to me.
I resisted but was overtaken by the irresistible aroma of puppy breath. Baking chocolate chip cookies and fresh mountain air can't compete with the smell of puppy breath. Wars could be averted if, instead of cyanide gas, armies sprayed puppy breath.
I wasn't quite ready for a dog since the loss of Barney, my 17 year old beagle mix in June. But my friend (??) decided we were this little canine's only hope.
Don and I hemmed and hawed and reasoned and debated until finally...
Well, his name is Teddy.
I'll tell you more about this little guy but I might have to wait until he's past his teething phase.
He's clamped onto my pantleg and I'm having trouble getting to the computer.
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