December 2008 Archives
I've never been a New Year's Eve party girl. My parents were always too scared of drunk drivers to let me out much back in the day, and with little ones, we mostly stay home or hang at a relative's house to ring in the new year.
There's always something hopeful about all the parties. Even though we know so many people, so close to us, who have had a house foreclosed, who's been laid off, who are struggling financially, we raise our glasses to hope anyway.
And my three favorite dates, each of whom I'll be kissing come midnight:
There's always something hopeful about all the parties. Even though we know so many people, so close to us, who have had a house foreclosed, who's been laid off, who are struggling financially, we raise our glasses to hope anyway.
And my three favorite dates, each of whom I'll be kissing come midnight:
Maybe I've been having too many glasses of Bailey's, but boy am I tired!
Tired but happy, despite the flurry of Christmas activities: classroom parties, office parties, Cub Scouts gift exchange, the Monrovia Christmas parade, more parties, ooh! shopping, then Christmas Eve in San Diego and Christmas Day at my in-laws.
The boys made out like bandits: it seems my 6-year-old very sweetly told most relatives what he really wanted for Christmas (namely, games for his DS game and anything Star Wars Clone Wars). My 3-year-old wanted what his brother got.
Hubby got a new pair of chinos and some sweats (yeah, not romantic, but very wifely-practical!)
Tired but happy, despite the flurry of Christmas activities: classroom parties, office parties, Cub Scouts gift exchange, the Monrovia Christmas parade, more parties, ooh! shopping, then Christmas Eve in San Diego and Christmas Day at my in-laws.
The boys made out like bandits: it seems my 6-year-old very sweetly told most relatives what he really wanted for Christmas (namely, games for his DS game and anything Star Wars Clone Wars). My 3-year-old wanted what his brother got.
Hubby got a new pair of chinos and some sweats (yeah, not romantic, but very wifely-practical!)
Continue reading Holidazed.
Hubby came home from his hour and a half commute and totally needed time with me and the boys. He had heard and read about the man who lost his family in the Marine Corps jet crash in San Diego: his wife, 36, their two daughters, 15 months and 2 months (2 months, Hubby kept saying) and his mother-in-law, 60.
Read the story here.
For this man who has literally lost everything to ask us to pray for the pilot is so noble.
It always makes Hubby and I weak-kneed when we hear stories like this. We wept copious tears after this year's earthquake in China, and how parents waited and wailed amid the rubble of their children's school.
You think your kids would be safe in school. You assume the safest place for your wife and little girls would be your own home.
Hubby and I always say "I love you," at least once a day, and always before parting.
Read the story here.
For this man who has literally lost everything to ask us to pray for the pilot is so noble.
It always makes Hubby and I weak-kneed when we hear stories like this. We wept copious tears after this year's earthquake in China, and how parents waited and wailed amid the rubble of their children's school.
You think your kids would be safe in school. You assume the safest place for your wife and little girls would be your own home.
Hubby and I always say "I love you," at least once a day, and always before parting.
Continue reading Last things.
Free is fast getting to be one of my favorite words these days.And free is what you get from the folks at PhotoStamps.
Continue reading Stamp of approval.
