The Christmas-is-Over Blues

Anyone else feel depressed when the excitement and anticipation of the holidays is over?

Don't get me wrong. I wish little elves would come by the house and rid it of all the Christmas lights, knicknacks, stockings and trees, but at the same time I'm bummed that it's all over.

Winter is no fun after Christmas. I mean, I battled the billions of inches of snow that fell (I'd rather not talk about how many hours were spent in the car commuting to and from work in said elements) prior to Christmas because I thoroughly feel that Christmas is just not Christmas, unless it's white.

Now? I'd prefer that white stuff to stay away. In fact, I'd much rather tomorrow be June. Not picky much, huh?

My Christmas was truly wonderful, though. Santa was good to us, and we all spent the day lazing around, enjoying each other's company and enjoying our new gifts. Then we sat down to a delicious turkey dinner.

I hope you all enjoyed your holiday, too. We're just days away from 2009! Time is flying....

Have a Snarky Christmas!

We are, once again, being dumped on with snow. While snowflakes set the scene on Christmas Eve, I still had to drive into work this morning, and that was not fun.

However, it is gorgeous. The snow is clinging to the trees and during my drive in, I wished I had brought along my camera so I could stop and capture the beauty. Then again, it was slick, and I probably would have been run over by a snowplow or something.

So, in the event that the ride home in the snow makes me too crabby to post later, I wanted to take the time now to wish you all happy holiday greetings.

Enjoy your loved ones, and may your egg nog be creamy, and your stocking be overflowing.

Cherish Your Loved Ones

After my emotional phone call with the customer who's husband is dying, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

I felt helpless. I wanted to do more, but wasn't sure what to do. I ended up picking up a card and mailing it to her.

Today I needed to call and give her a reminder that we'd be delivering her missed products from last week, and to see if she needed anything else. During the conversation, she apologized to me again and she thanked me for the card. She said it was very nice, and her voice started to crack again like she was going to cry.

She told me to have a good holiday at the end of the conversation, and I replied "Thanks, you too."

And I hope that they are able to have a good holiday, despite what the future holds for them. I pray that they all can find some happiness in this final holiday all together.

To all my readers; enjoy your loved ones and cherish all the time you have with them. Because you just never know when they'll be gone.

It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas

It's hard to believe that Christmas is already this week. Just a few more sleeps and then we'll be listening for prancing and pawing up on the rooftop.

This weekend was spent Christmas-ing with our 3rd annual cookie exchange and grab bag on Friday, gift exchange and holiday dinner with the in-laws on Saturday, and of course, Santa's Landing.

Oh - and you can't forget that there were more Christmas presents bought that now need to be wrapped, even though that has been done for a couple weeks. Stores suck you in with their last minute sales (how can you beat a Kitchen Aid stand mixer for $130, especially when you've been drooling over one for years?).

But, back to Santa's Landing .... this was the 3rd year this has been in existence. The first year we were out there every single weekend raising money to try to help our fire department educate everyone in order to try to get the referendum to pass (and it did! SUCCESS!!!!). My dad has played the part of Santa, which he adores. And you know what? My kids think it's pretty darn cool, too, and I swear - when they are on "Santa's" lap, the look in their eyes is like they forgot it's actually their grandpa playing the part.

(My dad is employed by the real Santa himself. There is no monetary salary, and no health benefits - but the "pay" and "benefits" he does receive are truly magical in the spirit of the season. My dad reports back to his boss, relaying what he's seen in regards to naughty & nice behavior and then sends in his spreadsheet report of the wish lists that the kids give him.)

This year, my mom was also hired. They posed for some photos before I took them to the meeting spot for the magical ride in.



The kids just love that the arrival is by firetruck. The flashing lights & sirens add to the anticipation and excitement of the night.



It's such a magical night. Just look at my kids' faces...it's like right out of a movie!





And sometimes the requests to Santa get you right in the heart. One year was "I want my parents to stop fighting", and I overheard a little girl this year say "I just want to be surprised".

This year, good friend Jules, sat on Santa's lap and asked for a baby. It's been a year of trying for her & her hubby, with no luck. We're all hoping that the real Santa can pull some strings with the big Guy Upstairs. We don't know many more people more deserving of a baby.

Putting Life Into Perspective

On Monday I received a letter from my insurance company. They denied my appeal to have the rider exclusion removed.

I'm trying not to get worked up over this. Christmas is a week away and this is not the time for me to get depressed and want to off myself. I'll just wait until the new year for all that.

In the meantime, I'm trying to hold onto my sanity, all the while still doing the normal daily routine. Thankfully, the pain pills have helped me enough to make it bearable, so that I don't feel like driving off a cliff to take the pain away.

I'm still working, still parenting, still trying to keep things as normal at home as possible. Even when it took me over 2 hours to get home from work last night due to the snow, I tried not to let it get to me.

This morning I arrive at work, and start busying myself with the day's tasks. A customer had left a message, questioning her order and asking for someone to call her back. So I call, and realize that she didn't get some of her order because her cooler that she had outside was not large enough to fit it all.

So I explain and she goes off. She's ranting and raving, and venting about needing the items because her kids are coming home from college. And then it spills out. Her husband has terminal brain cancer. Her voice is cracking, and she's still spewing, and I'm trying to rectify this (she was going to cancel her service), and then she starts to cry. She apologizes for yelling and taking it out on me. She says she's so sorry, she's got so much going on in her life, working and caring for her husband and taking him back and forth to chemo. She is on the verge of sobbing; telling me that he'll be gone in a few months, and she's trying to do all this, knowing it's his last holiday.

I fixed the situation for her, she apologized and I pray that family enjoys their time together, because I can't even imagine celebrating when something so dark looms in your near future.

When I hung up the phone, I couldn't stop the tears. I still can't get her voice out of my head....

Day 2 of the Cookie Baking Frenzy

Add another 315 cookies to yesterday's total. We're now up to 14 different kinds. Mom will be making the final 3 tomorrow.

We are downright pooped and my feet are in dire need of rubbing!!

At any rate, it's truly enjoyable to bake. And my kids helped out at different stages as well. The most bizarre thing, however? That I have zero appetite and the thought of sitting down with a plate of cookies turns my stomach. I guess all that prep, and smelling them bake is enough and gives you that "full" feeling.

Give me a few days, and I'll have a hard time keeping my hands off of them. And by January, I'm sure I'll have a few more pounds added to my ass that I can blame all on these holiday treats.

You know the post wouldn't be complete without a few photos...

My daughter helping to stir the molasses cookies....


And here's the finished product (my kids LOVE these!):


The most interesting part of the day was decorating the gingerbread boys and girls....


We ended up with an Angel, Santa, Mrs. Claus, a Snowwoman, and some not so common ones like an Alien, Guitar Hero Rockstar, Cubs player, Hannah Montana and one in a polka-dot bikini....who do you see below?

Day 1 of Cookie Baking Complete

Spent over 9 hours in the kitchen with mom today, baking our hearts out (thank you pain pills, and thank you Lord for giving me 2 really good, minimal pain, days). We've got 468 cookies and we're not finished.

I'm too tired to remember how many varieties we cranked out today, but I think it was at least 8.

Here's the princess decorating the sugar cookies with Grandpa (notice that she didn't go lightly on the sprinkles)...


And here's a new one of my recipes, butter cookies, which I think came out very well.


The baking continues tomorrow.....

A Baking We Will Go

Tis the season for cookies! And cookies we will have....

My mom and I will be kicking off the baking this weekend. Tonight's trip the grocery store involved purchasing all the goodies.

Take a look....



Soon that mountain of items will be heaps of cookies!!!!!! Chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal cranberry raisin nut, molasses, kolaczky (or however you spell it - LOL!), almond Christmas balls, thumbprints, butter, oatmeal scotchies and more!

Deck the Halls with Lots O' Popcorn

Today our property management company came by with our annual Christmas gift.



One of those tins of tri-popcorn. You know; butter, cheese & caramel. Why they even bother with the butter is beyond me.

This particular tin is not your ordinary 'find-it-at-Walmart' kind. This bad boy stands OVER A FOOT tall.



No joke.

And it's almost a FOOT WIDE in diameter.



That's a WHOLE LOTTA POPCORN!!!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

I love this time of year. Upon getting home from work, I run for the mail. If it's a good day (like today), no bills arrive. If it's an even better day (like today), there are no bills and Christmas cards!!!

Today's mail brought me not one. Not two. But THREE Christmas cards. And one of them came along with a present, too!!!

Melisa was so kind to send me some holiday cheer -- handmade note cards!

How gorgeous are these?!



Thank you so much, Melisa! It made my day!

I've Got a Boyfriend

The new love of my life. It's much prettier in person.

I think at this point I'm spending more time in bed with it than I am my husband.

Even when I turn it off for the night, I turn onto my side and snuggle with my other love; a pink body pillow.

Thankfully my husband is very understanding and accepting of my new 'boyfriends'.

I'm blogging from my bed!

I'm currently propped up with my pillows, hubby is next to me watching Transformers and I'm blogging away.

Thanks to the early gift (he said it was for St. Nick's Day, but I think he was just too excited and wanted to give it to me early) of a gorgeous pink laptop!

It was probably the best thing to a very hard week for me. His timing was perfect and I couldn't be happier.

Because, aside from me falling into one of the darkest funks I've ever been in, I also came down with a cold. The second one in probably 6 weeks. Yesterday I woke up miserable; both nostrils sealed shut, red gums and a sore throat from having to breathe through my mouth all night. Through the day my right ear started to feel funny ... the sort that feels like there is bubble in there. The kind that made me want to stick a pencil in my ear to pop it. When I started to notice some pain, too, I called my PCP. I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone, too, and try to mooch some pain drugs while I was there.

So no infection, but I was running a slight fever and when she looked up my nose with her little light thing, she said "Oh yeah....LOTS of congestion in there!". So I left with a script for an antibiotic to try to get rid of this plague and one for some very nifty pain killers.

MY PCP IS MY SAVIOR.

Seriously - while it doesn't take away all my pain, it helped me to actually get a decent night's sleep (and made me want to stay in bed all day - when I looked at the clock and realized it was almost 9am, I pulled myself from the bed). Now I've got 3 prescriptions I'm taking plus some generic Mucinex to get rid of the gunk. Not sure if it was a combination of drugs, or lack of food (I'm thinking the pretty much empty belly was the culprit), but I spent a good portion of the day feeling lightheaded and barfy. That was miserable as we had my son's family birthday party today. At one point I left the party to go upstairs to lie down.

So needless to say, it has not been a good week for me at all. But my hubby - bless his soul - did his best to try to make things look up a little for me. And it worked.

I love him and my new pretty laptop.

Not feelin' the love

Do you ever feel like you are more a burden to people than a joy to have around? Or that you are only wanted around when it's convenient for the other person?

Or how about when you really need help with something and no one offers? And then when you ask, they hesitantly help, making you feel terrible for needing help in the first place.

How about when you just need a shoulder to cry on, or a hug, and you are still left crying yourself to sleep at night?

When Life Is A Great Big Joke

Ever feel like life is playing a big joke on you? And just when you think things can't possibly get worse, they find a way to anyway?

That's where I'm at right now.

First, on Friday, I get my explanation of benefits paperwork in the mail with big amounts that I owe. They won't pay a dime. Come to find out, it's a permanent provision on my insurance, not a pre-existing condition like I thought. Somehow I signed this when the policy was drawn up. I'm waiting on copies of those documents, because I honestly cannot remember reading anything about a permanent provision. Upon another phone call today, I find that it's not just a particular disc, but instead they have it down as pretty generalized, not to cover anything in regards to my back.

This lastest phone call provided with information to try to appeal the rider exclusion, which is going to require a written letter and supporting documents from my doctor. And, of course, this is no guarantee.

To top this all off, I get into my car last night to head home from work, after a pretty emotional day, and my car wouldn't start. At that moment I wondered just how the fastest way to leave this Earth would be. I felt like God was laughing at me .... a big joke. Let's see how much we can throw her way before she loses her marbles.

Well, let's see.....I think I'm there. The car issue is resolved, but this insurance thing is weighing heavy on me. Massive amounts of medical bills already accumulated, and I woke up today in worse pain than I have been in lately. What another nice reminder that MY LIFE SUCKS. And what's worse? Even with all the doctoring, and all those medical bills ..... I don't have a single pain pill to my name. So I just get to suck it up and go to work 5 days a week, try to be a good mom, and take care of the things that still need to be done (because the Christmas gifts aren't gonna wrap themselves - and yes - I have enlisted help - but that's another problem - I am feeling completely helpless like this and I don't think I continue to live like that, relying on everyone else to pick up my slack).

I am just in such a dark place right now.

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You Are an Ingrid!



You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"


Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.


How to Get Along with Me

* * Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.
* * Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.
* * Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.
* * Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.
* * Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!

What I Like About Being an Ingrid

* * my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level
* * my ability to establish warm connections with people
* * admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life
* * my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor
* * being unique and being seen as unique by others
* * having aesthetic sensibilities
* * being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me

What's Hard About Being an Ingrid

* * experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair
* * feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved
* * feeling guilty when I disappoint people
* * feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me
* * expecting too much from myself and life
* * fearing being abandoned
* * obsessing over resentments
* * longing for what I don't have

Ingrids as Children Often

* * have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games
* * are very sensitive
* * feel that they don't fit in
* * believe they are missing something that other people have
* * attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.
* * become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood
* * feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)

Ingrids as Parents

* * help their children become who they really are
* * support their children's creativity and originality
* * are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings
* * are sometimes overly critical or overly protective
* * are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed

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