Saturday, November 24, 2007

Guilty Pleasure

To most, Christmas is a magical time. The air is dripping with Peace on Earth and Good will toward men. Music reminds us that even though the storm rages outside, we are happy and content to sit by the fire and “Let it Snow”. Never mind that we don’t have time to sit by the fire or, worse yet, we don’t even have a fire. But still, hearts are warmed by the prospect of family and friends gathering, of stuffing and mashed potatoes, of the mixing scents of pine trees and sugar cookies.

To me, however, not only does the Christmas season evoke all the normal emotions and expectations, but it also drives me to a secret guilty pleasure…the Starbucks Cranberry Bliss Bar. Even though I have made mention that, initially, I’m slightly freaked out by the sight of Starbucks’ red, holiday cups, I’m also very keenly aware that when they show up, so do the Cranberry Bliss Bars.

If you have not tried a Cranberry Bliss Bar…do it! Yes, you will have a slight cardiac arrest when you are told how much money to hand the cashier, but accordingly, you will feel your heart skip a beat when you take your first bite. It’s well worth the rip-off price they charge.

Last Wednesday, I sneaked through the Starbucks drive-through for a Caramel Macchiato and Bliss Bar. I had the bar devoured before I could get my car back to my office and before the shell shocked feeling from the price I paid could wear off. I told myself there had to be a better way. I was right. Check out the link below and enjoy!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Quest Perks

There are many cool things about working for a company like Quest Aircraft. Quest builds airplanes for missionary use, has a great culture and treats its employees well. Here is a picture of me after a flight in one of our planes, the Kodiak. We took a beautiful flight over Priest Lake and the surrounding mountains, landed on a grass airstrip, and re-traced our path back home. It was spectacular! My only regret is that the picture is of me on the ground and not God's beautiful creation from the sky. Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 16, 2007

I Am Not a Slacker Mom

I'm a working Mom. Sometimes this is helpful to me, as I get out of things like afternoon PTA meetings that I should probably be excited about attending but am not, or like having to volunteer to take a turn manning the table at numerous bake sales and fund raisers. But other times, I feel bad about being a working Mom. I don't get to help out reading in my son's classroom. I don't get to pick him up from school, or play in the yard with him before dinner. I suppose it's a trade off, but it often makes me feel guilty and there's nothing worse than Mom guilt.

Anyway, early this week, I received a note from school in my son's backpack informing me that it is family reading month and that parents are invited to story time in the classroom on a certain day. That day was today and I just so happened to have the day off. It was finally a chance to show the teacher and the other Moms that I'm not a slacker-never-involved-in-what-my-kid-is-doing-at-school sort of Mom. I decided that even though I might prefer to sleep in (story time for the Kindergarten class is at 8:30am) there was no way that I would miss it. I wouldn't have my poor son being the only one who's Mom never showed up...

...and so I did.

...and I was the only one there.

The teacher looked shocked that anyone showed up. I guess I don't need to worry so much about being a slacker Mom.

Friday, November 09, 2007

iPod Age Limits

Family dinner time is a wonderful thing. At my house, much insight can be gained by conversations had around our old oak table. Things like, what really happened at school today and how much money got spent at Sportsman’s Warehouse today, seem to come to light over chicken casserole or spaghetti.

Last night, the conversation somehow wandered to the topic of Christmas. I know I can’t avoid it. As I shopped for my son’s Halloween costume, Elvis Presley singing Blue Christmas blared in my ears and yesterday I noticed folks coming out of Starbucks with the tell-tale “red cups” of the season, rather than the traditional white ones. Panic attacks set in if I really let my mind wander to the fact that Christmas is only a little over 6 weeks away. So it’s only natural that it has darkened the door of our dinner table conversation.

“What do you want for Christmas” I asked my husband.

“I really can’t think of anything I want or need” he answered.

We went on like this for a few minutes, both asserting that we are perfectly content and don’t need or want anything. (Which you know is a big lie and if we had money or opportunity, could come up with any number of things to buy ourselves.) At any rate, I began suggesting gifts I could buy for him. Some of them were serious and some were silly.

“I know,” my face lit up with a bright idea, “I could buy you an iPod!” It was a joke, of course, my husband still owns 8-track tapes, so there’s no way he could RIP CD’s, use iTunes, and get them on the iPod…nor does he have any interest in doing so.

But before we could discuss it further, my son started laughing and asked incredulously…“Mom, why would an old man like Dad want an iPod?”

Thursday, November 08, 2007

That Darn Rachael Ray

This just hasn't been my week. I have traced the problem back to a couple years ago when I made a cool discovery. The Food Network. It was my first exposure to Rachael Ray. I was hooked on "30 Minute Meals" in short order. Because of that, I had to go out and buy one of those cool Santoku kitchen knives that she uses. It's the only knife I own that is actually sharp and worth its salt in the kitchen. It's really sharp. I love the thing. It slices, it dices, it cleans out the fridge. Well, OK, it doesn't really clean out the fridge, but how cool would that be? But it really does slice and dice and last night, it sliced and diced my left thumb while I was chopping onions. I cut right through my fingernail in one fell swoop. Luckily it took a second for the blood to appear, so I had a chance to grab a towel. My husband was watching a war movie 15 feet away and was oblivious to the fact that that I was hemorrhaging all over the kitchen. I suppose I should have screamed louder or something.

So anyway, here I sit, trying to blog and I can't push the space bar with my left hand. I think I'm going to be severely hampered in my typing ability for a few days. It could be my own fault for doing things like walking into doors and julienning my fingernails, but personally, I'm blaming Rachael Ray.

P.S. No, Mom. I don't need any stitches. It just got me enough to be good bleeder. However, I might need to get acrylic fingernails, as my thumbnail itself is a casualty.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Home Improvement

I've been thinking about how to tell this story. There's really no graceful way. I can't think of any cute anecdotes. I can't come up with any clever openers, or middles...or endings come to think of it. So I guess I'll just spit it out.

Something's wrong with our bedroom door. When it's open, we have to keep a pair of socks or a shoe or something in front of it or slowly swings shut by itself. This morning, I removed the socks so I could shut the bedroom door and get dressed for church. Afterwards, I opened the door back up, but failed to replace the socks.

I was stepping out the door into the hallway when my husband stopped me to ask me a question. As he and I spoke, and unbeknown to me, the door swung partially back shut. I turned around and walked right into it. I was in a hurry. I was moving fast. I saw stars. My knees buckled. My husband caught me. I cried like a baby. I have a goose-egg on my head and have felt slightly concussed most of the day.

Maybe that's why I can't think of a entertaining way to tell you about this. I can't really think of anything at all, except perhaps that we should fix our bedroom door.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Oh Yeah, Halloween

Halloween kind of crept up on me this year. Actually, it does that every year, but this year was especially bad. I've been preoccupied with work and a few other projects. All day, I kept forgetting it was Halloween. My son had to remind me send him to school in his costume, my husband had to remind me to take him (son, not husband) Trick-or-Treating to Grandma's just wasn't on my radar this year.

On my lunch hour I went downtown, completely oblivious to the fact that it was Halloween. I almost caused a three lane pile up craning my neck to look at some big, burly guy walking into Starbucks wearing bright pink ballet slippers and a tutu.

Oh yeah, it's Halloween. Whew. I thought I was going to have to look for a new coffee shop to hang out at.


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