Happy Saturday!
Our weekend is going to consist of all things Christmas. We usually decorate our tree and the house Thanksgiving weekend, but seeing as how we were lounging by a pool and eating everything in sight in the Dominican Republic, we are going to do it today and tomorrow.
One of our biggest traditions is that while we decorate the tree (we have moved on from real to artificial and I think it saved our marriage because, for some reason, sticking a real tree into a stand is hard or something and makes your first year husband someone you don’t even recognize) . . . anyways, we always order pizza, open a bottle of wine, decorate the tree, and listen to Christmas music. Then we admire the tree for a couple of minutes (ours has to go in our formal, fancy-pants living room because our cozy family room is just too small and there is no space for a tree and that is called sad in case you were wondering) . . . so we admire our handiwork and then we watch a Christmas movie like The Holiday or Love Actually or Christmas Vacation or Elf. Or we might watch all four. It just depends.
So that’s on my agenda for the weekend.
In the meantime, here is how my week went:
IT RAINED!
It rained a lot. It was not fun while it was raining at school (I’ve explained before that I teach at an outdoor school which means I have to walk outside to get anywhere) but I absolutely loved it the rest of the time. We really needed it and I think everyone was really happy that it was raining. I mean that genuinely. No one really complained that our kids were stuck inside (aside from the occasional my kids are driving me crazy).
It might have been a Christmas miracle.
I do not have rain boots and I have decided I’m going to invest in a pair because if it rains twice a year in California, then I will have gotten my money’s worth in five years. Or six. Or thereabouts. I don’t know. But I’ve got my eye on a pair of Hunter boots thanks to Mix and Match Mama and Pinterest Told Me To.
Murphie did not care that it was raining and kept asking me to go out to play (she is very vocal) and I kept telling her I wasn’t going out in the rain, I’d just been out in the rain all day at school, and my feet were wet because I don’t own a pair of rain boots. Yet.
I raised the blinds to show her that it was raining.
She did not care.
At all.
And she went out the doggy door and played by herself.
According to all of the mud in my house, she had a great time.
Say what?
This came in the mail for me.
It is baby formula.
And it was addressed to me.
I think someone really does think that Murphie is my actual baby.
At first, I thought it might be from my Secret Santa because I’m participating in one where you mail the gift and I can tell you right now, I was not happy because I always get nice gifts for my Secret Santa recipient, but I always end up with the white elephant type of gift.
Really. And I’m not being selfish or not living up to the tis better to give than to receive . . . I’m just telling the truth.
One year at school, my Secret Santa gave me a Mrs. Claus salt shaker. The salt shaker was the kind you would find in a diner. And my Secret Santa glued cotton and fabric to it to make it look like Mrs. Claus.
And that was my gift for the day.
A Mrs. Claus salt shaker. And no Mr. Claus, either. And it wasn’t even wrapped. It was just put in my box with a note that said, “Love, your Secret Santa”.
I’m still not over it.
Anywho, then I got excited that maybe my Secret Santa disguised my real gift in a baby formula box so I ripped it open hoping to find a new pair of Hunter boots but all I found was . . . baby formula.
I donated the baby formula.
Because NEWS FLASH: I don’t have a baby. Nor am I having trouble breast feeding.
Boys and girls, this is a wire.
And it used to be in my mouth.
It was my PERMANENT bottom retainer that I have had for more than . . . well, let’s say 20 years and leave it at that. I remember when my orthodontist put it on, I asked how long I would have to wear it.
And he said FOREVER.
Apparently not.
I wish I could tell you that I was eating a caramel apple, or a Laffy Taffy, or a Jolly Rancher, or even a Now and Later, but I wasn’t.
I was FLOSSING.
I know! What are the chances?
You’d think I’d feel relief from the wire being gone after all these years, but I don’t. Because what I feel is CEMENT on the back of my teeth and I can’t hardly stand it. Except my tongue keeps going there anyway. It’s the darndest thing.
It just so happens that I have a dental appointment on Monday so I called them up (Steve’s aunt works there – it’s a family affair) and asked if they could extend my time and if the dentist could glue it back on.
Sure.
No problem.
Okay.
Except that . . . I told myself over and over and over again to go get a baggie and put it inside the baggie and then put the baggie in my purse.
But I didn’t.
And when I got home yesterday, the wire that had been sitting on my sink was gone.
Because my house cleaner threw it away.
And she never throws anything away.
But my wire is gone.
Insert CRYING EMOJI.
Who knows what now.
I don’t know.
Last night was our staff Christmas party at my friend Meghan’s house. There was tons of food, drinks, and fun. And it was LOUD.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
At one point, Meghan got out her flute and played for us.
Don’t be jealous that you don’t work at my school.
Meghan, me, Nicole
Love these girls!
My friend Laurie and I were each other’s dates. It’s easier that way. Then we don’t have to babysit our husbands. We say that lovingly. With all the love in the world.
Karaoke!
Did you know that you can just You Tube Karaoke songs and you’re good to go?
So we did that.
This is the song Eternal Flame by the Bangles. If you don’t know it, then you are young.
And I am not.
Clearly.
Just in case my Secret Santa is reading this . . .
Hmmmm.
I wonder if this could be turned into a salt shaker?
😉
oh blast it—now Eternal Flame is worming in my head!! Have a great weekend!!
hugs–
emma
I guffawed at the not over it Mrs. Santa Claus shaker. Then I looked up the word guffaw and it is not spelled how I thought at all. One time in first grade I gave my secret santa a doll that I desperately wanted and I got a dirty pair of socks. I have NEVER participated in secret santa since. #thetraumaisreal The mix and match mama also convinced me to buy rain boots. #2pair #weak
I don't want to be an alarmist but I am well past my baby years and some months ago I got a maternity dress in the mail! Turned out to be one of a few identity theft purchases…I would check it out the baby formula delivery if if I were you.
I love every post I read of yours but today the #3 gets a BIG AMEN! My bottom retainer, which I've had 4EVER as well, came unglued a few weeks ago when I bit into a pear that the cafeteria delivered as our "snack of the day". Well, now I have a "G A P" between my 2 lower teeth and had to have it completely taken off (which feels fabulous and oh so different!) and Wednesday I get to wear a metal removeable retainer (that I was fitted for) for 4 weeks to get back to normal and then get my bonded retainer put back on! YIKES! What an ordeal! I'm with you sister! I thought my orthodontist days were over! But I paid too much moola to have a GAP! Good luck! Please give us an update! I'll be thinking of you when I'm wearing this contraption! Loved all the other 5 for Fridays but #3 really hit home!
Hi Kristin!
So I've blogstalked you for awhile now and girl you make my heart smile. My friend met you in Vegas for me so it's like we know each other and are *almost* family. 🙂 I've stalked you for awhile, but not as long as my bottom retainer has been in, but close. hahaha I had to laugh out loud at that pic because I knew exactly what it was before I even read. 🙂 I begged my ortho to take mine out too, but he said I would have to sign some sort of disclaimer saying I "made" him take it off or something of that sort because my teeth would move back. It's still in. 🙁 I'm guessing mine is on it's way out one of these days too. 🙂 Getting old, I mean growing up is AWESOME!!! hehehe
Happy Monday and rain boots are amazing! I'm cheap and went with a pair from DSW. What's a girl to do. 🙂
Maria