Bloggin’ Around the Christmas Tree!
Earlier in the day, when blogsome was not cooperating, I posted something on my other blogsome blog which was cooperating, hoping that if this one didn’t come back up, that one might count as my Day 30 post. Anyway, this is the link to it. It. is. riveting. Word.
Phew. Blogsome did not play well with others today and almost endangered the final day of NaBloPoMo.
In other news, Greg Wiggle is indeed leaving the Wiggles, but I’m glad he’s not deathly ill. Too bad it wasn’t Captain Feathersword that was leaving. Danny Devito was drunk on the View yesterday. It was pretty funny. He’d been out drinking the night before with George Clooney. Britney apparently misplaced all of her underwear or maybe FedEx swiped them. But what is up with the no-panties-look? Ew and ew, again.
And so ends a month of daily posting. I’m not sure I accomplished very much. I think I would need about 3 years of daily posting to develop any kind of clear voice in my writing, but maybe that’s not what blogging is about. I wish I was funnier, wittier, more adept in finding blog-worthy internet curiosities, more entertaining, more conversational, a better story teller, a better photographer, a better graphic designer, a better writer, but again, everybody can’t be all that, and maybe what I am is good enough. And that’s OK.
I’ve really enjoyed the chance to discover new blogs. All the best to you fellow NaBloPoMo-ers. Rock on.
so, we’ll try posting through here. I can’t risk losing my NaBloPoMo status. It’s the last day today. I’m pretty sure that I got a post in everyday. I thought I might miss a day, but I even managed that one. It’s been fun and I’ll continue it either on this site or on reindeergames.blogsome.com which is feeling quite neglected at the moment. By me, I mean.
Do you ever have times when you are frustrated with yourself for not being a certain way? If you are not very good at something, should you not do it all? What value is there in you doing it, if you can’t do it as well as others? I know, I’m being vague. A crisis of self-confidence, methinks, I’m having. At work, I’m a "session lead" which means I run some of the sessiosn. There are several us, and we had a meeting the other night and I sometimes feel like such a dufus compared to the other ones. I don’t particularly like customer service and I’m certainly not as good at kissing people’s asses and being knowledgeable about our product. So, do I have any business doing it at all? What if they see my weaknesses, too? I feel like the weakest link. But is it OK to still be a link, even if you are the weakest one. It reminds me of that joke about even the person making the Ds in med school, still gets an MD, or something like that. . .
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On the liturgical (church) calendar, we are entering the season of Advent. Advent is all about waiting. Waiting for Christ’s birth. Waiting for the time when He will return. Waiting with quiet anticipation.
The meaning and the spirit in which we can experience this season became very real to me two years ago when I was at the end of pregnancy with my second child. As preparations for Christmas whirled around me, it was all I could do to hoist myself off the couch, so I watched from the sidelines, relishing the opportunity to be a passive and quiet observer.
I would often sit with my hand on my stomach, a faraway half-smile on my face, I’m sure, pressing back softly against the the kicks and nudges coming from inside, wondering what he was going to be like, when he was going to arrive, trying to calm my concerns about the imminent birth, waiting.
What a powerful metaphor for what waiting during the Advent season can be like. We are doers, aren’t we? Running around, doing errands, meeting deadlines, checking things off the to-do list, unaccustomed to just, well, sitting . . . . waiting . . . . being . . . . existing in periods of quiet, still expectation.
The parallel between waiting for the birth of a child and the spirit of the Advent season was not lost on our associate pastor who had J and I do the reading for the first Sunday in Advent. Other pregnant couples in the church followed us over the next several weeks.
We celebrated Christmas, as usual, opening presents on Christmas morning. It was Daniel’s 2nd Christmas, but he was still a novice when it came to opening presents. Only 22 months old, he hadn’t really caught on to the whole tearing-the-wrapping-paper-off thing. But he soon did. He loved his new toy garage, and got lots of new cars and trucks.
A few days later, on the 29th, Andrew made his appearance, in under an hour from water breaking to delivery, I might add. An intense and overwhelming experience, but blessedly brief, compared to most, I think. And finally, our little guy was here.
That wait was over. Others continue. Some had just begun.
Let us wait, this Advent season, in quiet stillness and expectant wonder.
ABC News: Reports: the Wiggles’ Lead Singer May Quit It seems that it has to do with illness.
Here’s my loot. Lots of chocolate covered candy thingies. Three bottles of $2.99 wine. And some other snacky goodness.
The store is almost 30 miles from where we live, actually. A bit of a hike, but so worth it. I’m used to Trader Joe’s in Boston where space is at such a premium and everything is packed in. This one, however, had lots of room and people milled along politely and cheerfully up and down the aisles. Also, not something I was expecting. Usually a trip to Trader*Joe’s involves lots of scowls and body checks.
My youngest, who accompanied me, was less enthusiastic about the whole affair, and so, I have to say that sadly, I left without being in possession of that lovely nutella-esque spread. The shame. The shame.
this was taken on September 20th. Over two months later, we’ll find out tomorrow. Squeeee!!
I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight.
I can barely type. . . quivering with glee. . .
a ………………………
Trader Joe’s ……………………
opened …………………………….
(okay, deep breaths)
in ………………………………
Cary.. …………………………….
TODAY!
(probably about 15 miles from here, rough guestimate, so, much closer than Atlanta or DC)
I fear that I may be dreaming . . . .
Is it just me or do sellers on ebay tend to overprice their stuff? I’m looking at jigsaw puzzles as a gift for my mom and they seem to be starting at 12 dollars which is what I can get one new for over at Amaz*on.
Word of advice: if you have a child that likes to ask lots of questions over and over and over again, do not put a digital clock in his room, or you will hear a lot of this:
“What do we do at seven three two?”
“What do we do at seven three three?”
“What do we do at seven three four?”
I don’t know, but at seven three five mommy is going to stick a hot poker through her ear drums.
