Breakfast of Champions...

This morning my dad called to tell me he had a cheese omelet and a half piece of toast for breakfast this morning... and not through his feeding tube. He says the toast was rough going down, but the omelet was easy. He is so thrilled to be eating, though slowly, through his mouth again... soon he'll be up to that Mushroom Swiss Burger at Red Robin he's been craving since this whole mess started.

Way to go, Dad -- keep up the healin'!

Have a Jewish Christmas?

I know I'm a day late and a dime short, but I was passed along this link this afternoon at work and thought it was worthy of sharing. A free download, I highly recommend.

Take the time and listen to it - it's hilarious.

I think I'll add this on to my Christmas traditions.... a movie, Chinese food, and this CD.

Socks...

Two things I forgot to do this morning before heading to Tara's to watch the Packer game:

1. Check the snow forecast.
2. Put on socks.

As it turns out, by the time I left Tara's there was a good two inches of blowing snow on the ground... and I was sock-less.

Awesome.

I guess I should have known better in the middle of winter in Minnesota....

Dirty Dr. Seuss?

Can you imagine if Dr. Seuss wrote this book instead of Dr. Seuss's A-B-Cs?!
I'd love to get my hands on a copy...

Menorah? Or my worst nightmare?

While I find personally important to fully celebrate holidays, engaging in tradition, and starting new ones, Chanukkah has always been one where I have to overcome a personal fear.

For those of you who know me well, or even well enough, you know of my immense fear of fire. Chanukkah takes me right into this one, as for eight nights I have to light the chanukkiah, each night adding an additional candle, meaning replacing the shammash after lighting said candles is tricky. Now, for the average person who doesn't mind fire, this isn't an issue. For me, it is. For the last eight nights I have twisted my candles in so tightly there is no chance of them falling and have slowing and ever-so-carefully replaced the shammash in the middle of the lighted chanukkiah.

All this being said, when Nickolas sent me a link to this chanukkiah, I had to not only laugh, but shudder as well:
Seriously folks, a chanukkiah in the shape of matches. You've got to be kidding me!

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Really though -- this chanukkiah reminds me of the time when my roommates hid matches under my pillow, formed a heart out of matches on my bed, and woke me up in the middle of the night with a lighter lit in my face. I will never forgive you guys for that -- ever!!

I'm fine...

Now that I’ve got everyone (or at least you) worried, everything is fine. I just miss my boys. They are all over the place and it’s the holiday season and I just miss having them around. That’s all.

I love you, boys – and I miss you tons!

Damn.

I wish I didn't learn how to be such a girl.

I cry all the time now.

I hate crying.

Happy Chanukkah!

Wishing you all a very bright and happy Chanukkah!