My BIL told me about this clip on YouTube about that model that takes not one, but TWO spills on the runway. That in and of itself is funny, but what sends it over the top is the reaction of the anchors reporting on the story.

I’m in a really crap-tasic mood right now. Who cares that I’ve got Carol of the Bells playing on iTunes or that my Christmas tree is really festive and bright. It’s just been a day. In addition to all the normal SAHM type stuff that fills my day, I am finishing up my handmade Christmas cards (don’t hate) because I ran out of the photo cards. Really, I’m just looking for some down time, but I’ve still got some things to tick off of my to-do list. Of course, I’ve read that you only stress yourself out my by having a to-do list, but how else would you know what you have to-do? A conundrum wrapped in a riddle tied up with a question.

In any event, I thought in honor of the stress and crabbiness, I would offer my top ten list of things that irritate me at this particular moment on December 20th, 2007. It may change by tomorrow. Let’s hope so, but until then, feel free to contribute your own gripes.

1. Everything.

2. See # 1

3. See # 1

4. See # 1

5. See # 1

6. See # 1

7. See # 1

8. See # 1

9. See # 1

10. See # 1

As a follow-up to my Growing Up Is Hard to Do missive from the en of November, I thought it would be relevant to share this little adventure with you. So, long story short, I’m trying to embrace my adulthood, shed the cartoon tee’s and double entrendre sayings emblazoned on my shirts for more age appropriate apparel. To that end, I’m also stepping up the personal hair care and over-all Hilary maintenance, which means, instead of hoarding my gift cards for manicures/pedicures/facials etc., for a rainy day, I’m actually going to use them. Even if it means getting a babysitter to do so.

I first started plucking my eyebrows in 12th grade, courtesy of one Tanya Habib. For some reason, that was the year that the senior lounge at Mount Saint Mary Academy became an impromptu eyebrow plucking center. You couldn’t go in there without someone either getting their brows done or asking where Tanya was so that she could do it for them. Of course, there were those studious ones among us who were actually reviewing flash cards and notes for class, but c’mon, we’re high school girls. Ahhhh, memories. Going forward, I’ve never been one to let my brows get super crack-tastic. I mean, I’m not trying to look like I’ve got Chia Pets sprouting out over my eyes. I try to keep them pretty full and neat. There was one time where I let this make-up artist pluck my brows for a photo shoot. When he came at me with a Bic Razor, I knew I was in trouble.

“Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue.
Hot wax upon your skin,
Rip it off ‘fore married life’s to begin.
Wax along the bikini line,
Guarantees a marriage divine.”

Alas, I cannot take credit for coming up with this wicked wisdom, but I felt the need to share it with all. My favorite is #2 — I’m an eggnog-a-holic.

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they’re serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it’s rare. In fact, it’s even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can’t find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That’s the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year’s. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you’ll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? LaborDay?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

10. One final tip: If you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven’t been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.

Have a great holiday season!

I don’t know why mothers who don’t work outside the home — because we all know mothers work in the house, out of the house, around the house, on the house, under the house, you get the idea — are referred to as stay at home mom’s or SAHM’s for short.

I’m hardly ever home. EVER. And when I am, it’s because I just got in from being out. We’re up and out most days by 8:30am. Although it is like herding cats, I get everyone fed, dressed, and into the car having also done a load or five of laundry, emptied the dishwasher, changed the sheets on the bed, pre-made lunch so that it’s ready when we get back in, and checked my email.

We hit the streets up to the YMCA where I get two uninterrupted hours to work out while Fric and Frac get spoiled rotten at the ChildWatch. Back to the car by 10:30 and out to hit triumvirate of SAHM shopping. You know them as Target, Wal-Mart and “the mall”. Sometimes we have returns, sometimes we have legitimate shopping, but mostly, we’re just roaming like nomads. Seriously, when you see the nanny and child of a friend at Target because “We haven’t got anything else to do”, you know that we’re all moths to Targets red bullseye flame.

Maybe it’s Wednesday and time for a playdate at someone’s house. Good times. . .

Home for lunch by 1pm and then two (or five) books before nap. Two hours of blissful silence.

So long Doe a Deer!

This song comes on the radio and my girl starts singing her little heart out! Thank goodness I’m a fan.