Danke

Upon perusal of the blogging community there seems to be somewhat of a proverbial sleep settled upon the faithful few of us that write about life, love and other maladies. In my own world I have sadly suffered from a lack of motivation to dial up to AOL and hear that tragic greeting "You've got (more junk) mail". At this point I extend my apologies and move on to other things... such as Thanksgiving. How was everyone's turkey day?

Mine was uneventful. I began the week with some major flirting with a man who manages a Starbucks here in town. My hope was to get all the free Chantico I could consume. Next I slept in. This may be the first time since I was unemployed for three weeks last January. I actually rolled out of bed at 10:30! That is seriously a record for me. After that I proceeded to do absolutely no cooking, but rather nibble on Jet Puff marshmallows until my family arrived to eat the feast all the females threw before us. Twenty minutes later we were awkwardly looking at each other wondering what to discuss and who was going to take the last bit of dressing. Thankfully (no pun intended) my sister had a brainchild and we headed off to see RENT. Very enjoyable. I think.

The next day I had the privilege to be back at the mall (at 6am no less) to open up the smoothie stand and serve crazed customers who have the audacity to flock to an event dubbed DOOR BUSTERS at an UNGODLY HOUR! America cracks me up. But I love it. I am thankful to be home!

Tonight.

Sorry that this is a bit sobering, but my best friend's mom lost her battle with cancer tonight. Your prayers for the Crerar family would be invaluable. I love you all...

Poetry

I had the most poetic day. It started with my grandma, mom, sister and niece. A girl's day out where we bought Christmas ornaments and drank apple cider. Simply divine. Then around noon I got a call from one of my best friends from high school. Her mom has been battling cancer and the doctor told her family that chemo is no longer working. They called Hospice and sent her home to leave the world in 'comfort'. All I can say is we are too young to be loosing our parents. So I am left with one of my favorite quotes.

"The heart of God loves a persevering worshipper who, though overwhelmed by many troubles, is overwhelmed even more by the BEAUTY of God" -Matt Redman

Chicken, Shaniah, breath mints and high heels

I find such complete satisfaction in random moments...

In moments when my sister and I decide that if ever they invent a rubber chicken 'chunkin' contest, we will enter with our very own hand-crafted-air-compressed-puff-the-magic-chicken-chunkin-dragon.

In moments when the only appropriate way to warm up after parking garage worship is to sing Shaniah Twain songs in Denny's.

In moments when the first snow of winter actually makes me lament owning heels. (now that came from left field!)

The moment where one of my students told me I had bad breath, and where another told me my cheeks looked like marshmallows.

In moments where us girls exchange spider stories and then take shots of gummie bears.

Ahhhh, the randomness. Life wouldn't be as beautiful (or as humorous) without it all.

...mmm...

I can think of no better holiday than one where you can dress up as a racially eccentric statue of liberty and consume an absurd amount of chocolate. The concept of it all is entirely delicious and too fun for words. What I really enjoyed about the entire endeavor was that I got to spend the evening with some of the most legendary people of the silver-screen, all of whom never got tired of the hilarious reference to the fact we were hanging out with the 'holy ghost'.

I hope the rest of you out there enjoyed this scrumptious holiday. God bless the distributing of candy... and let freedom ring!

PS: All of you who remember how disturbed I was that my niece was obsessed with Captain Hook will be glad to know she did a stunningly perfect rendition of him especially for the holiday.