True Story

Works been so busy and I am now addicted to Facebook but for those that still read this, I thought you might find this entertaining:

This is a true interaction I had with someone today at work:


I received a call from a participant that said "My medical coverage was terminated 5/1 for non payment and I wanted to see if I could reinstate" So I pull up her account and sure enough non pay for May so I tell her that unfortunately we cannot reinstate benefits. She goes "Oh really. Cuz I just broke my leg and was hoping I could get them retro instated so I wouldn't have to pay for this"
Webster's Dictionary definition of insurance:
–noun
1.the act, system, or business of insuring property, life, one's person, etc., against loss or harm arising in specified contingencies, as fire, accident, death, disablement, or the like, in consideration of a payment proportionate to the risk involved.

Memorial Day weekend

With the three day weekend upon me I find myself in a pickle. Part of me, probably the part that still thinks I can party like a RockStar, wishes that I had big plans this weekend; camping or a trip or even a party. While, the other part of me, the adult 31 year old who has worked too many hours in the last month, is glad to have three days with nothing planned but couch time with hubby.
Three day weekends are interesting when you really think about them. Whenever there is a three day weekend you can always expect the usual battery of questions “Do you have plans? Going anywhere this weekend? Planning a BBQ?” yet on a normal weekend we never think to as this question. Should 1 day really dictate plans of grandeur? I think maybe we should treat every weekend like it was something special because after all, isn’t it? Two uninterrupted days, no work, no obligations other than what we obligate ourselves to do in those two days should be celebrated.
In closing – celebrate your weekends regardless of length. And always party like a RockStar!

What has facebook taught me?

I've suddenly found myself on facebook. I know, I know - I've sworn off myspace, I've made fun of my friends who lived by their top 5. When facebook came on the scene I was just as adamant - no facebook. Then recently while some friends were over for dinner they were touting the praises of facebook and how it would help hubbies business. Days later we found ourselves addicted to facebooking. The miraculous idea behind facebook is that you can be friends with someone you haven't seen since grade school or worse - high school *gasp*.
In "friending" people I've ran across many old chums from high school. A couple I've "friended" others crossed my mind for the first time in over 10 years. Tonight I was looking at friend’s facebook pictures. Not only did they have pics from HS but their current life as well. I thought the contrast was interesting. Not only because this friend happens to look completely different (both inside and out) rather due to how in older age have we tended to refine ourselves. In all of the pictures from HS they have posted they are surrounded by a crowd of people all smiling and cheesing it up. In the captions they're named a few of the folks in the picture; I imagine the ones that they are still close with.
The current day pictures they have posted are interestingly of only a few people. From the captions you can tell that the people surround them are close a small hub of friendship and love. Everyone has the same shining smile their eyes and lines of inner circle secrets playing around their eyes. When looking at the pictures you automatically smile because you can tell that the group smiling back at you is having a great time.
It is amazing how we change as we grow older. In our teens we want nothing more than to be surrounded, large, impersonal groups of people. Thinking this will make us feel included, normal, accepted. Then as we grow older and learn about the important things in life. We learn that a large crowd does not show others you are accepted or normal or even for the most part included. We learn that having a few close loving people around us make us feel special, normal, accepted. And isn't that all we really want?

Chicken

Today while I was eating my lunch (Cobb salad with chicken breast on it) I was thinking about the chicken on my salad (it is grilled) and how much I like “crispy” chicken on salad. Thinking about this took me to dinner last night. After assisting a family friend with taking pictures of her daughter she invited us to stay for dinner. While the adults grubbed on Rubio’s my friends’ young 3 year old daughter had leftovers from her lunch earlier that day which was popcorn chicken from KFC. I didn’t think about it until just now; how interesting as a society we’ve moved from making our children eat the drumsticks to giving them the breast or chicken stripes. When I was a kid the only type of white meat chicken the kids received were Chicken McNuggets from McDonald’s, and the type of meat there is definetly in question.
In my family (and by family I mean extended family; grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins) when we had Fried chicken (and it was always fried – lets be honesty there was little in my families meat cooking repartee that wasn’t fried) the kids were always stuck with the drumsticks. In family we had a chauvinistic approach to meal time:

The women cooked the meal and waited on the men.
The men sat around bullshitting and yelled for the women to bring them another drink.
The kids played far away from the men and were seen but not heard.

Once the meal was prepared – there was a prayer (of course) by the leading patriarch of the family – usually my grandfather. And then the organized chaos began. The men folk always ate first, taking the juiciest and biggest pieces of chicken for themselves. After having their pick, the adult women got in there and took the next best pieces. Finally like buzzards around a fresh carcass the kids were allowed to swoop. Their swooping was done in the same sexist manner – boys first then girls.
I was actually pretty luck I very rarely had to wait until the end, mostly because I was the baby of the family and 1 of 2 granddaughters. This meant that usually either my mother gave me some of her food or one of my older male cousins would make the other boys let me go first (I was cute – what can I say).
Aw but I digress – back to the main topic, what in our society has changed that makes the drumstick no longer the king of the kids?

3 Things I learned before 6:30am

1. Being awake at 630am is too early.
2. My dog is really great at pretending she’s asleep when the cat comes in our room in the mornings. Then when she can’t hold her excitement much longer she jumps up like a valasoraptor and starts wagging her tail and jumping as if to say to Fudgee Feet “Good morning Fudgee Feet! I saw you the whole time, let’s play”. To this Fudgee Feet jumps straight in the air and high tails it out of the room. Guess he thinks 630am is too early to play also!
3. Our yard has a lot of snails in it. I think I have a predisposition to liking snails (I know one likes snails, but I think they get a bad wrap). First of all I like pretty much all forms of life (with the one minor exception of snakes which in my personal opinion is not a life form but rather an evil scary slithery creepy thing). Second of all I grew up in Folsom where my favorite city contest was the Great Snail Race (sadly when I went to find a link to this fun event I could not, I am not even sure they still do it). Every year when snail race time would come around the morning of, I’d wake up early to go find my racer. I always picked several, in case one had a hot spot or was caught with steroids and couldn’t race that day. Then I would put them in a shoe box with lots of grass and twigs and lettuce (everyone knows that a snails favorite pre-race food is lettuce) and air holes and off to school I’d go. I never won. Not even in the in class contest but I was always hopeful. Then after the race I always wanted to keep my snails which my mom never allowed (I don’t know why, its not like they were hard to clean up after). Interesting fact snails can sleep for up to 3 years!

Lost in my own head

Do you have hear yourself talking and have to stop in your head because while what you said is accurate your not really sure how you knew the answer? I feel like that a lot at work. It’s almost like I am making stuff up but I really do know what I am talking about I am just sure how I know what I know. It’s a very odd feeling. I wonder if other people do that. I mean do surgeons get in the middle of surgery and think “Hmm, how do I know how to remove this appendix? I know how, but how do I know how?” That’s kind of a scary thought right?

Scattered thoughts:

This is going to be a scattered post as it is Monday and my brain is zipping around like a hummingbird who found a new feeder.

Saturday Rick and I went to breakfast at Dad’s Kitchen (If you haven’t been there check it out – great food and fun hipster ambiance). It was early-ish (only about 9a) and pouring down rain so the restaurant was not very full, besides us there were only 3 other tables of people. After ordering and having our java delivered another table of 6 older ladies came in. From all appearances it seemed like they were maybe co-workers or a group of mall walking friends (are you getting the visual). I fully admit that I am a conversation hustler. I LOVE to eavesdrop and let me tell you – these ladies were all too willing to oblige. Needless to say we found it very difficult to talk because we were both cracking up and eavesdropping. Over the next 45 minutes we overheard the following statements:
• “Well finally after 20 minutes I had enough and I just turned to the group of them, 8 total, 1 girl the rest boys, and said ‘have you ever heard of bowling etiquette?’” I am sorry, I must have been absent from academy the day Miss Manners covered Bowling Manners. Eat with your mouth closed – check. Napkin in your lap – check. Don’t interrupt people – check. Bowling politely – declined.
• “Oh ladies did I tell you, my nephew was exonerated and he’s started smoking it again”. Oh heavens smoking it again? Didn’t anyone tell you smoking IT can cause cancer?
• “How can I get 3 dollars back in change? My breakfast we $8 plus tax” “Oh don’t worry about it, it’s the new Stimulated package” (and no I did not typo just now. She did not say Stimulus package she said Stimulated. Bet Obama didn’t know he was giving old ladies that when he signed the ARRA into effect!)

As a child my favorite playground equipment was the swing set. I loved to swing what kid doesn’t. It’s truly the closest we get to flying (without jumping out of a plane). I remember trying to swing so high and try to flip over the top. Of course that never happened but it was always worth the effort. I also loved swinging and jumping off in mid-air, so what if it hurt to walk for the rest of the day I was having fun! You don’t see swing sets anymore at playgrounds. People think they’re “to dangerous” I harrumph at that. My generation had them and lived to tell the tale. We also had metal slides that would scorch your bare legs in summer and we loved it! Or the merry go round that was all metal all your friends would get on and one sucker would have to run around and around and around until it was spinning so fast everything was a blur and you thought you were going to puke. Those were fun playground things. These stupid plastic shenanigans that are nestled in a bed of rubber bark are ridiculous. We’re raising a society of wimps. It’s a right of passage to burn your butt on the slide and to fall in the bark and get splinters so small it takes a week for them to work their way out. Rubber bark is preposterous.

On the kid topic, yesterday I was at Red Robin with my mom and a group of breeders sat behind us that had a toddler, the snotty drooly kind. It found me fascinating; I found it damp and slimy. It kept trying to touch my hair and while I know I have great hair but hands off Slimer. The parents (and my mother) thought it was hilarious. They even thought I was witty when I told the little mutant that if it touched my hair again I’d saw its germ infested fingers off – ha ha ha, I wasn’t joking, stop touching me! Why is that acceptable? Oh wait its not. I will eat your young do not leave unattended.

I think that’s all of the random thoughts I can conjur for now – till tomorrow, g’day.

1 thing I learned before 6:30am this morning

1. I don’t like being awake before 6:30am

3 Things I learned before 7:30am

1. My dog is ridiculous and she makes me smile. In the mornings when I am getting dressed and ready for work she acts like she’s sleeping then when she sees that I am just about ready she sits up and does the thing with the ears as if to say “Don’t forget about me! I have to get ready too!” I could never forget about her – she’s too darn cute!
2. If you act like you’re in a good mood you can pretty much convince everyone around you. The trick is trying to convince yourself.
3. It takes a long time to get to Friday but when its here I am so glad.

4 Things I learned between 8:00am this morning and 2:00pm this afternoon

1. Cinnabon Cinnamon Rolls Rock. They are the best thing in the world and I don’t understand why the franchise doesn’t branch out and have free standing stores. The only time I have Cinnabon is at the airport. Doesn’t matter if we have a morning/afternoon/night flight I have to have a Cinnabon (and a Mile High Bloody Mary if we’re leaving from Sacramento). Today my coworker shared hers with me –so tasty!
2. The epidemic they’re calling Swing Flu is ridiculous. Know what Swine Flu is? Is a damn cold/flu that the Flu Shot doesn’t immunize you from and rather than the big drug companies admitting that, they make up stupid shit like “the Bird Flu” or “the Swine Flu” and call them epidemics and then people start walking around like idiots with surgical masks on. Its ridiculous.
3. I am very sorry for people out there that have lost their jobs. I feel for you. I can only imagine the strain both mental and financially that it puts on you, your family and your daily life and I am very sorry that you are having to experience that. That being said it is not okay for those people to be mad at me because they no longer have a job and I do. The fact that I have a job and they do not does not make me a bad person or an incompassionate person. It makes me a person with a job, period. I realize that since my position has me dealing all day with unemployed people that I maybe more immune that most but its not my fault companies close. Its also not my fault in a terrible economic time you were stupid and got dismissed for cause. It irritates me when people think this should be my problem.
4. I like to drive fast with the radio turned up really loud. It makes me feel happy. It might be childish and lame but I like it. Puts a smile on my face. I especially like to drive fast in a rental car.

ALSO 2 POSTS IN 1 DAY. Biiiittchh pleeze!

3 Things I learned before 8:00am this morning

1. Thursday mornings are not as fun as Friday mornings. Usually because I wake up thinking that its Friday only to be thrown into a harsh reality that its actually Thursday and I have 2 more days of work rather than 1.
2. It makes me smile when I go into Starbucks and the person at the register doesn’t even ask me what I want she just rings it up and calls it out to the barista. This maybe a small thing but it makes me smile.
3. Your favorite song playing on the radio, especially one as good as Blister in the Sun . It makes your whole morning happy. Makes ya pull into the parking lot with your radio as loud as possible and sit in the car until the song ends. Starting your morning with a good song is the best beginning.

Switchin it up for you. New Background. Enjoy!!

3 things I learned before 8:30 this morning

1. Always iron your clothes the night before, especially when you know you have to get up early. No matter what your intentions of rising early are – it won’t happen and it will throw off your whole time table
2. When your at Starbucks and you see someone who is truly rude sometimes no amount of smiling and politeness can change that. However once your attempts at friendliness and politeness have been poopood you can have a bitchy pushy fest at the condiment bar that most people would never realize was occurring. Also the person with the bigger purse always wins. I love my big purse.
3. People don’t understand that the clerks at the grocery store don’t care about your working specialty. The girl in the florist department doesn’t care that you’re a wedding planner and can arrange flowers better than her. If that’s true then you get behind the counter and arrange the flowers and leave the poor floral person alone.

Tween?

I think of myself as an adult, a grown ass person. I go to work, I pay my bills, I even drink the occassional alcholic beverage. I am 31 years old for heavens sake!! Having said this, I would like for someone to please explain to me why I am such a freaking Tween? You might as well transpose my age and make me 13 because I am a tween. I love all of the same things tweens love. Hannah Montana - I DVR her show folks. High School the Musical I am actually considering going to see Zac Efron's new movie "17 again". MTV reality shows, last night on The Hills Audrina gave Justin-Bobby his walking boots. Twilight, lets not even go there: Read all the books, read Midnight Sun (haven't read it? Check it out), had my friend burn me the soundtrack, borrowed the movie from a friend and didn't want to give it back - I am slightly obsessed.
I think being a tween is something that is just in my DNA. When I was a true tween I was the epitomy of tween. Boy band - loved 'em. My walls were papered in every Teen Beat and BOP "poster" of New Kids On The Block imaginable. I knew more about those 5 boys that their own mothers (whether what I knew was truth or not is besides the point). Even now as an adult I've tried to sweet talk my hubby into driving all over California to go to their different concert engagements. And I get text message updates from them (don't ask, its best if you don't involve yourself)
I wonder if a study has been done to see if teenages (especially females) have a predisposition to "tween" behavior. I am a daydreamer, always have been. I wonder if that is what makes me predisposed to my acts of tweenism. Regardless of why I am, God help my husband!

Public condiment bars

One of my biggest pet peeves is using the "condiment bar" at Starbucks and finding it a mess. Milk and sugar spilled all over it, papers from Equal and Splendid thrown about, napkins that have been half heartedly tossed towards to garbage hole, used stir sticks left where they fell. I find this whole situation ridiculously rude of the partrons of Starbucks.
This isn't your house and your momma, daddy, wife, husband, grandmother, grandfather or maid does not work here. How hard is it to wipe up milk that you've spilled or make sure that the Equal packet you just emptied is respectfully tossed in the big circle in the middle of the stand?
If this is how these people leave a public condiment stand - can you imagine the state of their home? I am not molly homemaker and at times my house can be a touch on the unclean side but no one but me and my husband have to live there. Hundreds of people a day have to use the condiment bar. And when its a busy morning with a line out the door the Barista's at Starbucks I am sure would love to come wipe up after these peoples mess asses but they don't have time and they shouldn't have to, 99.9% of all Starbucks patrons are over the age of 10 (Ok, I am guessing at this %, but it has to be pretty true) and should know how to clean up after themselves.
I am embarassed by my fellow Starbucks people who act as if they are toddlers and leave their "toys" strewn about for someone else to take care of. What is our society coming to that its too much effort to throw away an empty Spenda packet? Why do people feel like they're too good to clean up after themselves. It ridiculous. I was raised that when I went somewhere I left it cleaner than when I showed up. This isn't a difficult concept - pick up after yourself. Take responsiblity for your actions. Maybe thats the big issue, people don't want to take responsibility for their actions. People are so afraid of saying "I made a mess, I better clean it up", they'd rather say "You, you deserve to clean up after me so do it". I am not impressed with this mentality and I am afraid of what our society will become if it doesn't change.

Intention

I am a big believer in the Power of Intention. I believe that if I intend to have a good day, I will or if I intend to have a bad day, I will. And while I know its not as easy as that I know this works.
Today at 7:00am on a Saturday I am at work. I don't especially want to be here but I have things that need to get done and I feel like I needed to come in. As much as I know that I have to get these things done, I don't want to be here. In esscense I am intending to not be here. And so to prove my belief the thinkgs I specifically came to work today to take care of I can't do. The program I am trying to use won't comply and thus I am spinning my wheels. So at 7:25am on a Saturday morning I've intended myself NOT to be here and thus I am leaving.

Garfield's second cousin

Lasagna is a favorite dish of our family. Its also our go to dish for potlucks or big family dinners, probably because its always a crowd pleaser and quite simple to make.
Last night I made lasagna for hubby's FBI class. He's hoping to win friends and influence people via their tummies, I am not so sure if that will happen or not but at least they'll be feed with good homemade lasgna. I don't understand people who would rather buy premade lasagna rather than just take the extra couple minutes it takes to make it from scratch. Although from scratch is my mantra and most people don't understand that either.
There is something satisfying about starting with 5 different ingredients and combining them into a symphony of rich and delish flavors. I especially find this true when making any type of Italian food. To make a really great marinara all you really need is tomatoes, garlic, rosemary, salt and pepper. From there you can either go big and add meat and more spices or stay simple and let it simmer down to a pontent saucy sauce.
Also there is something relaxing about making something from scratch (most would disagree but they're nay sayers I think). Chopping, seasoning and stirring can work out the biggest kinks of the worst day.

Mondays

I like my job. If you catch me at the right time I may even use the word love when describing my job. Regardless of which adjective that I am using on the given day work is not a terrible place that I dread, save for Mondays. I hate coming to work on Mondays after having 2 full days off and being able to relax with my hubby, friends and family.
By the time Tuesday hits I am usually okay and can move forward with my week without regret, but Mondays I always think of chores I meant to do over the weekend, of moviese I wanted to watch and people I wanted to hang out with. Mondays find me wishing it was Friday (which can lead to a long week) so I could do it all over again.
There is one excellent attribute to Mondays, I am usually so busy that the day goes quickly and I am soon moving on to Tuesday. Guess its just another manic Monday.

OMG!! Another NKOTB concert

This one isn't in Sacramento but close enough in Fresno. Now to talk my wonderful and loving hubby into going . . .Stay tuned!

Quick work rant

I know I haven't posted in a while - short excuse: Our home computer crashed over the holidays and I only have online access at work. This leads me into my quick work rant (as well as it may help understand why I haven't blogged).

Work has been hectic. Wait, let me rephrase - work has been non-stop crazy busy since well before Christmas and the period where it normally slows down (now) has been even busier than usual. Let me also say that I am very thankful for my job and most days I really enjoy my work. Having said that I must say that some people have a complete misunderstanding of what people are humanly capable of. I am but one person who can only type so fast, talk so quickly and delegate so much. Because of this my normal and standard business turn around time (for voicemail, email or general issue overview) is 24 business hours. That means if you email me on Friday afternoon at 130pm, you should expect nothing until Monday at 130pm. What this does not mean is you email me Friday at 130pm, then again at 230pm and finally at 430pm (just to make sure I got your other 2 emails). I cycle through easily 200 emails a day. And that is not including the normal 15-20 voicemails I get or desk side assistance I provide (usually while returning voicemail mails or typing emails). I have to read an email, prioritize it and move on. Unless your email (or voicemail) is an emergency (meaning if I don't respond quickly someone may have harm come to them) you're getting a 24 hour turn around. Not 2 hour, or 10, 24 I am glad we all understand each other.

Lucky

I’ve never considered myself overly lucky. I don’t win raffles or dart balloon games at the fair. I am not a big money winner while gambling or the winner of lottery numbers. I think I know why now. I used all my good luck and fortune. I was given a choice, have luck for lame stuff (i.e. raffle winning and gambling) or take all your luck and put a down payment on having your one special person. That’s what I did. My husband is the greatest. He is so special and he treats me so wonderfully and loves me so much for myself. I used my luck and got a person who gets me even when I don’t get myself. The world around me could be crumbling and as long as he was next to me, I’d be okay. I am super lucky to have not only found him, but found him young so we can spend forever with each other. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

The RULES

The Rules are simple. I’ve explained the rules many times before and most people in my circle are well aware of the rules.
You’re sitting there now asking “What rules?” The Rules I am speaking of are ‘The Rules of using a public restroom’.
Since apparently some have forgotten or maybe thought there was an amendment to the rule I thought I would re-share the rules (and the reason this rule was introduced) with you all:

1. Speaking across stall walls is specifically prohibited unless the following has occurred:
a. You have walked into the facility with me and we were in the middle of conversation.
b. You believe I am dying in my stall.
i. This rule was imposed because I do not want to be foot friends with anyone. I don’t want for you to look at my shoes and figure out it’s me and start a conversation. A public bathroom serves only 3 purposes: disposal of waste, hand washing and make-up check out/nothing in your teeth check out. 2. If you opted for the Twice Spicy Curry at lunch and now you’re figuring out what the “Twice” meant – FLUSH. FLUSH FLUSH FLUSH.
a. I don’t want to hear what is occurring
b. I don’t want to smell what is occurring
c. I don’t need to think about what is occurring.
i. I understand that we all do it. I understand that sometimes your intestines revolt against you and there is no way for you to control it. This however this is a don’t ask don’t tell situation – I am not asking so please stop inadvertently telling. 3. When you take your child into the adult restroom please keep them under control with all hands, feet, eyes and objects in your stall.
a. Looking under the stall at me is rude and is punishable by eye poking.
b. Hands put under the stall to wave or poke about is rude and punishable by smacking.
c. Bathrooms should be a place of tranquility. I don’t need to hear your kid talking about what kind of ‘poopy’ or ‘peepeey’ they just did. As well as I don’t need them making comments about what kinda ‘poopy’ or ‘peepeey’ I just did.
i. We all know the reason for this. I don’t like kids. I especially don’t like rude kids. If they’re going to be in an adult environment they need to act like adults. 4. No one likes be talking to someone on the phone, hear a flush and realize their whole conversation has been while the other party was in the can. This being said there is no reason to talk on your cell phone while doing’ your dirty business.
a. I don’t need to know what your grocery list is. I don’t need to know that your kid got an F in Math. I certainly don’t need to know about why your movement is the way it is
I realize these may seem ridiculous and unnecessary but please trust me – THEY ARE VERY NECESSARY! Follow these and nobody gets hurt.

24 Hours

I think everyone over the age of 7 years understands what 24 hours means. 24 – 1 hour increments, 1 full day, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds. If someone says “I’ll see you in 24 hours” you think ‘Oh I’ll see them tomorrow’. I often think to myself ‘In 24 hours I’ll be doing blah blah’.
If most people believe this to be truth then please explain why when my outgoing message on my work voicemail says I will return their call within 24 hours I have voicemails from people where they left me a message at 11:30am with and then another at 2:50pm questioning why I haven’t called them back. Maybe in their world 11:30am – 2:50pm that’s 24 hours? Guess what though – IT’S NOT. 24 hours people. You call at 11:30 am Monday, expect a call back by 11:30am Tuesday.

Holiday recap 2008

As I usher in the new year of 2009 I realize that I have yet to give an over view of my Holiday season (other than the Christmas Tree Debatable).

It seems like Christmas was weeks ago and not just last Thursday! I was lucky enough to have from 12/23 to 12/29 off work (this is due to much after hours of work being done and having an abundance of PTO because of the insaness that has been my job for the last 9 months).

Tuesday December 23rd was super lovely – I slept in, then hubby and I did last minute errand running (to pick up final groceries and pressies). Then I dropped him off so I could go pick up his Xmas gift. This year we had decided to only exchange PJ’s (our usual Xmas Eve gift) and a few “fun things”. After arriving home my BFF and her daughter came over to make popcorn balls and chit chat which rounded out my day perfectly.

Wednesday December 24th both hubby and I awoke early. I had plans to surprise my team mates by making them breakfast and bringing it to the office (I thankfully work less than a mile from my office). Eggs were scrambled, potato tots baked and tortilla’s warmed then off to the office we went. After the gang was fed and holiday wishes shared back home Rick and I headed to start preparations for Xmas Eve evening. We ended up being so ahead of our game we were able to prep for Christmas Dinner as well! Around 6pm Xmas eve we have a few house guests (SIL and fam, BIL, Mimzy, BFF and family) with lots of snacks and good discussion. Then off to bed so Santa could come.

Christmas morning we headed to Mimzy’s for our traditional pressy opening and breakfast (cinnamon rolls and coffee). This is where the real excitement occurred because:

WE GOT A WII!! WE GOT A WII!! WE GOT A WII!! WE GOT A WII!!

I am fired up about the Wii and positive that many future blogs will have Will themes. After pressies we went to see Grandma who was having a good day and was cracking Rick and me up with her antics. When we got home the rest of my family came over around 2pm to play games, munch on snacks and hang out until dinner at 7pm.
Dinner was served per the usual. Sit down, formal-ish with:
Salad
Prime Rib
Mashed Potatoes with cheese, bacon and green onions
Steamed green beans with Rosemary Olive Oil and almonds

It turned our really nice and it was a good time had with family.

Friday we woke and had breakfast then decided to run some errands. It turns out we hadn’t really bought normal food and all we had was left-overs which can make eating a normal meal difficult! We also had some accessories for the Wii to research (we needed an HD converter and an additional controller). That night we took BIL to dinner for his Xmas gift (with him being East Coast having to pack gifts from West to East isn’t the easiest for him).
Saturday I was excited! That day we bought the accessories needed for the Wii and Mimzy, my Aunt and two cousins came over to clean out the left-overs and Wii our night away. It was so much fun – so much fun in fact that Sunday I could barely walk (Wii bowling is a workout!).
Sunday was low key and wonderful. There was reading. Will playing and naps.

All in all a wonderful way to spend the Holiday season.