Here's a cool link:
Teresa is holding a new contest over at her personal blog. Those entering have a chance at winning a beautiful floral necklace created by Lori Jaclyn. She’s willing to ship the prize anywhere, so anyone is eligible to participate!
If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?
Submitted by J.T.
Healing others of their afflictions
OK, not quite the Huey Lewis & The News song from the 80's but close, right?
My MIL made it on the donor list! Words can't describe how wonderful that makes me feel. Such a calmness that everything is going to turn out alright. Phew! The next step is having an O negative donor who matches her. Let's hope it happens quickly.
Good vibes people, we need good vibes.
What a weekend! Little man got sick, all over the place. It always came up when we least expected it. There's nothing like vomit smell in the carpet, sofa, chairs, yourself...And on top of it all, we are dog-sitting for my aunt & uncle. So now my home has a lovely barfy dog smell. Oh well. As soon as the dog is gone, we're getting the carpets cleaned!
Back in 1995, our second Christmas as a married couple, my husband decided that THIS WAS THE YEAR to pull out all of the stops and make it the BEST Christmas ever for us.
One day after work, still a few days before Christmas, hubby was too excited to wait until the big day and wanted me to open my gifts NOW. Imagine my surprise when I got a Far Side 1996 daily calendar, just like the one I opened from a co-worker the day before. The one from yesterday was on the kitchen counter, about 18 inches away from where we were sitting. "OK, no problem," he decides, because the last two gifts were going to blow my socks off!
On to gift two, my own copy of Dr. Laura's book, "Ten Stupid Things Women Do To Mess Up Their Lives." Wow, I don't know what to say.
"But Wait!" he exclaims, as he pulls out a blindfold he wants me to wear so he can lead me to the BIG ONE, you know, the BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER!
So, holding his hand, I let him lead me out the door. Anticipation heightens as I follow him hand in hand down the stairs to our apartment building's parking garage. Wow, he really has me thrown. Is the gift so big that he couldn't even get it out of the car?
The next thing I know, he whips the blindfold off, opens the front door to my car (a 1989 Acura Legend), and says, "Ta Daaa!"
"What? What is it?" I ask, still adjusting to the darkness of the garage.
"You can't tell?" he asks me
"No, what IS IT?" I ask excitedly.
"Look down," he says.
"What?" I ask again,
Then, I saw them in all their glory...
"New floor mats!" he exclaims, "For your car!"
Like I said, Worst Christmas Presents. Ever.
This blog inspired me to write about my very memorable Christmas: http://mamarant.blogs.com/a_mamas_rant/2006/12/the_worst_chris.html
And yes, we're still married.
