Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Milk: It Does A Body Good

A couple at church got engaged the week before Christmas.
Julia-Gulia got engaged Christmas Eve.
A co-worker got engaged Christmas Day.
Another friend got engaged two weeks ago.
Is there something in the water?!?
I'll have a glass of milk, please.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Home for the Holidays

Whether home is a house,

a high rise apartment building,
a house with lots of land,
a house with lots of water,

or a house on wheels,

May you have a very merry (and sweet) Christmas!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

A Christmas Poem

Twas the week before Christmas;
Lists ran through my head,
Of tasks not yet finished.
My heart filled with dread.

There were stockings to stuff,
And presents to buy,
Cookies to bake,
And ribbons to tie.

Parties yet to attend,
Christmas cards not addressed,
Everything must be perfect;
I was rather obsessed.

When what to my open inbox did appear?
Yet another email wishing me holiday cheer.

Bah Humbug! I'm busy!
No time for your fun.
Contact me next week,
By then I'll be done.

My time is all scheduled.
I've no time to stop.
I must stay focused,
Or all plans will flop.

No phone calls,
No emails,
No letters,
No eating.

No carols,
No blogging,
No Facebook,
No reading.

To the store, then home, and back to the mall.
Dash this way, dash that way, dash away all.

The store clerk said 'Thank you'
And gave me a smile.
I began to feel...festive.
Boy, that took awhile!

Christmas was coming
And I'd nearly missed it!
I'd been too busy rushing
To stop and enjoy it.

The family and friends
With which I'd been blessed,
Had true Christmas spirit
While I sat and stressed.

I had fresh perspective;
A new Christmas goal:
I'd be friendly and nice -
Earn no stocking coal.

It's people like you
That I hold so dear.
You're a present to me
As Christmas comes near.

So to all of my friends,
In cyber space or near,
Merry Christmas to all,
And a Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

That Bites

While I was in New York, I spent several hours at the Museum of Natural History. I was there for at least five hours and I didn't even see everything. Be glad that my camera batteries died halfway through or this blog would just be one picture after another of documented history. That place was amazing. The reptile and snake room was very enjoyable.
In fact, I learned how to get bitten by a snake.
What!? Don't you want to know this kind of stuff?

It's very handy information.
Because it's with your hand.
Get it?

Why would they make a display case with detailed models and instructions if they didn't want you to get bitten?

New York is friendly like that.

I mean, look, they even tell you how to lie after the snake bite. How informative is that?!

Speaking of bites...

I looked everywhere for this exhibit.

Anyone know how to get bitten by a vampire?

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Weighty Issues

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love that we set aside a day to truly reflect on our blessings...while eating a delicious meal.
Gratitude and food - can't go wrong with those two ingredients!
This year I was lucky enough to spend my holiday with a former roommate who now lives in New York. I spent my week in Manhattan visiting all the tourist spots. In addition to a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner, I tried lots of pastries from various bakeries.
Lots of pastries.
I really like New York pastries.
Perhaps a little too much.
On Friday, I visited the Museum of Natural History. One floor had scales that calibrated a person's weight as if they were on galactic stars or planets. On Halley's Comet I don't even weigh a pound.
0.193?! Bring me a black and white cookie! I need to eat, eat, eat!
0.043??? I'm losing, not gaining! MORE FOOD! Give me a Chinese cookie!
Extra chocolate in the middle!
58 pounds - okay, that's a little better. I still need sugar though.
Bring me a tri-colored bar.
3626?! GACK! Too much, too much! Suddenly I need to undo my belt.
2.13?! I'm back to wasting away...
hey, wait a second...
I just fainted. All 2.13 trillion pounds of me just hit the floor.
Excuse me while I go cry.
And start a diet.
Is there such a thing as a pastry diet? I really think I'd be successful at that one.