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In an effort to actually enjoy the month of December, I ordered 90% of my Christmas list on Black Friday.  So this past week, I’ve been getting to know my Fed Ex, UPS, and Amazon delivery guy’s on a first name basis.  Note to self: must remember to add them to my Christmas card list.

Each day I’ve been very excited to open each delivered box to discover what’s inside.  With so many packages coming in, I have honestly forgotten what is supposed to arrive when so each day is a little surprise when I open the box. However, I’ve noticed something. The pictures online make the toy look to be about four times as large. Keep Reading…

Fitting in While Getting Fit. Part 1: Joining a Gym.

The holiday season has officially begun which means that it’s only a matter of weeks until my gym will become overloaded with new members or lapsed members with good intentions to start the new year off right.  Last year, I read lots of status updates from seasoned gym rats who were annoyed with the new members.  I found this to be a bit annoying and also hypocritical since even the most seasoned gym members were once rookies.  So this year I am going to do my part to help ease the transition for new gym members.  Every monday in December I will be posting workout tips and etiquette guides to help you blend in with the gym snobs.

Today I’m going to start with the basics: Picking the right gym. Keep Reading…

Thanksgivings By The Pool

Today is Thanksgiving.  I’ve spent most of the week in conversation with friends about their Thanksgiving traditions.  As my kids are getting older, I’m becoming more aware that they will someday look back on these holidays with the same nostalgia that I look back on my childhood holidays.

The first Thanksgiving that I really remember was when I was in first or second grade.  My family flew to Phoenix, AZ to meet up with my mom’s side of the family.  We were picked up at the airport in a limo.  The limo had a black and white TV that was showing an episode of China Beach. I had only ridden in a limo one other time and that was for my Grandfather’s funeral.  That ride was no time to be making a big deal about riding in a limo.  But this time was different.  We were on vacation so it was perfectly acceptable to be excited about riding in a limo.  The limo drove us to the resort that we would be staying at for the next few days. The resort had a golf course, restaurants, and several pools  –  the most important feature for my 7-year-old self. Keep Reading…

Mariah Carey Might Be On To Something…

For the next month, I will be overdosing on Christmas music.  I feel an obligation to listen to only Christmas music at this time because these artists put so much effort into songs that only get about a month of airtime each year. You can listen to Moves like Jagger anytime, but O Holy Night just doesn’t feel right in July.

Earlier today I hear one of my favorite Christmas songs: All I Want for Christmas by Mariah Carey. I am not quite sure why I love this song except for the fact that it’s one of the first “modern” Christmas songs I remember from my childhood. I still remember watching the music video of this song with Mariah frolicking in the snow in a Santa hat. Judge me if you want but I love this song. Keep Reading…

The Missing Story of Jesus

Let me start by saying that I’m a firm believer in the Bible.  I think it’s the Word of God and complete. I’m married to a Pastor so I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m sold on the Bible and all it has to offer us.

But I sometimes think that there is an important section of the Bible that is missing.  Particularly during the life of Jesus.  I would have liked to read a story or two about Jesus and preschool aged children.  I know what you are thinking.  There is that part when Jesus says “Let the children come to me…” I know this.  But I feel like some follow-up here would have been nice. I would have liked to see how Jesus handled the children once they did in fact come to him. Keep Reading…

Hosting the Fake Preschool Pet

We had a guest staying with us this weekend.  His name is Stripes.  He’s a stuffed clown fish. He’s my son’s preschool class pet.  Each weekend a different person takes Stripes home to take care of him.  Every Monday, the class reads about Stripes’ weekend from the journal that goes home with Stripes.

I find these weekends to be incredibly stressful. We don’t get any warning about which weekend will be our weekend with Stripes.  If we did, I would be sure to plan a bunch of fun activities to entertain Stripes.  But with no warning, it’s more common that plans are already made.  Suddenly I find myself putting a fun spin on the most mediocre activities like grocery shopping and folding laundry.  Last year, two out of three of the weekends we hosted Timmy the Turtle (last year’s class pet) my husband was out of town.  Usually the agenda for weekends when I’m by myself with the kids looks something like this: Keep Reading…

My Dream Job

Let me begin by saying that I love my job.  I really do.  Unlike many people, I literally wake up excited on days when I’m going into work.  Granted, a large part of that excitement is based on the fact that it’s a much-needed break from the three small preschoolers in my house. But I also love the work I do and the environment I work in. I’m not complaining.

However, there is another job that I secretly really want.  I want to work at Panera.  Let me clarify, I don’t want to work FOR Panera, just AT Panera.  Do you know the people I’m talking about? They come in casually dressed (though some old school people come dressed in suits), plug-in their laptop and sit at a table for hours taking full advantage of the free wi-fi.  Sometimes they have headphones in, other times they are just enjoying the elevator music from the Panera speakers.  Occasionally, they’ll get up to refill their coffee or throw their bagel wrapper away.  I think this looks like the best job ever. Keep Reading…

The [Fitness] Club Can’t Even Handle Me Right Now

Last year when I joined a gym, I found myself with a small problem.  In the busyness of graduating college, getting a job, getting married, having a baby and having twins, I seemed to have neglected my music collection.  I had changed computers and was left with a pitiful music library. I spent the first few months working out to the soundtracks of the musicals Wicked and The Lion King.  Don’t get me wrong, those are some awesome soundtracks, but there is something about exercising to show tunes that just didn’t work for me. Keep Reading…

The Boy, the Kite, and the Wind

I recently stumbled across a book that really impressed me.  Let me rephrase that.  I recently stumbled upon a website for a book that really impressed me. The book is called The Boy, the Kite, and the Wind by Al Andrews. I haven’t ordered the book, but I fully intend to.  I was going to wait to post this until after I purchased the book, but I’m a realist.  By the time I actually buy this book, it’s going to be a week before Christmas.  I would then write a post recommending that you buy this book for every child in your life this Christmas and it would be too late. So I’m writing this post now to give you enough time to order it for Christmas.

At this point you are probably wondering what is so special about this book? It is special for two reasons. Keep Reading…