I typed up a list of 29 resolutions in January 2007.
I accomplished six. Which I’m quite sure is six more than I would have accomplished without the list.
Monday, December 31, 2007
I typed up a list of 29 resolutions in January 2007.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
There was a girl at Mass today bound to a wheelchair, trapped in a body that is deformed. She could not adequately communicate, not with words, anyway. But she seemed unable to feel sorry for herself.
And when the Eucharistic minister came to her with Communion, her face beamed with a smile. Her joy was obvious and contagious.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Here’s a challenge I’m going to give to myself:
See life from the perspective of somebody else.
Friday, December 28, 2007
“What were your holidays like before you had kids,” I asked my dad during dinner.
“Every day was a holiday. Every day was an X-rated holiday with your mother.”
Thursday, December 27, 2007
“My love, can I go over this little plan of mine with you for a minute?” I asked my husband.
“Sure. Do I have to pay attention?”
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
On the day after Christmas, my family drew names for one more gift exchange.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
My grandmother to my grandfather:
“Is that gum in your mouth? You need to spit it out or stay awake.”
He refused to do either. So my grandmother, fearful that he’d choke, sat behind him and poked his shoulders every time he dozed off.
Monday, December 24, 2007
It's the eve of Christ's birth, and I've been battling a bad mood.
There's something innately difficult about the holidays.
Which makes me think of Mary nine months pregnant and how she didn't complain, not even once, as she wandered about Bethlehem.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I have a remarkable skill for procrastinating and pulling it all together at the last minute. I believe I inherited this trait from my mother, who today was decorating her Christmas tree and who tomorrow will be wrapping up her shopping.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
There is nothing my husband dislikes more about the holidays than diamond commercials. He’s not a huge fan of jewelry, but his main complaint is the equation: diamonds equal love.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Here is my holistic approach to cold and flu season:
Take DayQuil like it’s a multivitamin.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
It feels like the whole world is waiting for a miracle.
And I think we would get one if we could just be still enough.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I’ve noticed that since leaving journalism I have fallen in love with exclamation points.
This form of punctuation was forbidden in newsprint or at least reserved for, and I quote, “the second coming of Christ.”
Personally, I find the tiny line and dot adorable, and so far, no one has confused my expression of enthusiasm for Armageddon.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
What if God’s dreams for us are more than anything we could have ever dreamt for ourselves?
Monday, December 17, 2007
“Can I turn on the TV?” I asked knowing my husband had a headache.
“If talking is hurting my head so will the TV. It’s the same thing,” he said.
“TV is soothing,” I countered like a true junkie.
“Silence is soothing. I know you don’t believe me, but you should try it.”
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Christmas season is so out of control.
Today on the Food Network’s “Semi-Homemade Cooking with Sandra Lee,” she suggested using cocktail glasses as Christmas ornaments. And her tree topper was a giant nutcracker holding a frosty, sugar-rimmed martini glass.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
At a party, on a Saturday, six years ago, I met my husband.
It seemed rather unexpected to feel so instantly connected to someone I didn’t know at all. We talked for quite awhile the first night we met, but we didn’t exchange numbers.
And the next night, during a dinner with my family and closest friends, I really wished that he was there with me. I missed him.
Friday, December 14, 2007
My dad is always talking about how the stuffed animals at his house party while everyone is away.
Today, my mom came home to find eight of them in the middle of a card game on her bed.
The Bunny held four of a kind and was obviously beating the snot out of the Bears.
This was no child’s tea party.
The animals had finished off quite a few miniature bottles of rum, and a cigar was being shared among them.
Most shocking was the drunkenness of Snoopy and his Cabbage Patch Kid girlfriend. The two had kicked back an entire beer and sat dazed against the bed pillows.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The three-piece tree came wired with lights that no longer work.
While someone else probably could have ignored dead lights on a fake tree, I could not.
So my husband spent four hours clipping them off.
I told him with sincere gratitude, “I really appreciate you doing this because that was really going to bother me.”
And he replied with this simple truth, “If it bothers you, you’ll bother me.”
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I was feeling very on top of things when I pulled out our two boxes of Christmas decorations on December 1.
I set out our advent wreath and nativity scene. I unwrapped ornaments. I had my husband bring in the big box with our fake Christmas tree.
It all seemed very promising.
But for the last 12 days, the ornaments have sat on a chair. The tree, in three pieces, has been on the floor.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
There’s a drawer in my desk where I keep inspiration.
Unfortunately, my supplies are low.
Monday, December 10, 2007
“Have you been to Costco since they got the new shopping carts?” my husband asked.
“Umm. I think so. Why?” was my reply.
“It’s a whole new experience,” he said not-at-all joking.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
The word often has a negative connotation. I think of someone out of balance. But it really depends on what the focus is.
What if our minds were fixed solely on God?
That's what I was thinking about while spending the evening with a high school friend who has spent 10 years as a monk and was recently ordained a Catholic priest.
His life is the fruit of single-mindedness.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
After a visit with my husband’s family, he says to me, in all seriousness, “I come from a long line of social misfits.”
Friday, December 7, 2007
I really need to know more about how the world works.
For instance, are California Clementines (a.k.a. Cuties) the result of some fancy food scientist’s genetic altering or are they naturally that perfect?
I ate eight of these small, sweet, seedless, “zipper-skinned” wonders today, so I’m quite curious and not at all Vitamin C deficient.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
“The men’s sauna is like a women’s hair salon,” my brother said. “You wouldn’t believe all the gossip I heard in just 10 minutes. Of course, they’re all naked. It’s disgusting.”
He went on. But I’ll leave it at that, as proof that men’s social rituals are just as strange as women’s.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
For as often as words fly from my mouth like bees with the potential to sting, it was a nice surprise to start a conversation with, “I couldn’t help but overhear …” and for the response to be, “I love your ears.”
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Today is mine and my blog’s half-birthday.
I’m 3 plus 0 plus half. The blog is just half.
Monday, December 3, 2007
I’ve never understood how “will not” becomes “won’t” when abbreviated.
Every time I write it, it looks wrong to me.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
My friend Lexey has abandoned email in favor of letters for corresponding with her parents because she says she doesn’t want to be deletable.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Cleaning up after my cooking requires steel wool.