….up in her bed, but no sugarplums are in her thoughts…She ate some babka and had coffee with her breakfast… She is resting now,with Oreo snuggled next to her. Thanks to my brother Bob, she is going to have pierogi and mushrooms for lunch:a far cry from Christmases past. We’ll take it, for all is calm…
Knowing I have Mom tonight and tomorrow night into Sunday day, I think my body is correspondingly trying to fall into low gear. I just can not seem to get started today. Cold caffeine, hot coffee, nothing…Maybe it’s just I know that there is only the expectation of me for Mom and I really don’t have to do anything else. I am going to my in-laws Sunday night, after my brother who helps me has a family dinner with his boys. I will do my little celebration then.
Here’s hoping everyone has a Merry Christmas and a healthy 2012!
This was my birthday treat: my aunt made Kruschiki for Christmas, and brought some up for my Mom. Kruschiki are a sweet bow tie cookie, Polish in origin, and when they are made with a heavier dough, make for a hell of a dunking cookie. My buddy, Rita, bought me a new mug with peppermint hot chocolate mix in it, so I made that up to dunk the kruschiki in.
Yes, it is my birthday, but sometimes you need the kruschiki-it is the Christmas week breakfast of champions, and just nibbling on them this morning, well, it brought me back to my childhood. Of course, life was easier then, but you know what? For a fleeting moment this morning?
…before a night at Mom’s. There comes a point where you just work the candle at both ends, but today I literally crashed and burned, so that 45 minute nap was a God send.The last few times at Mom’s, she was restless and I had minimal sleep.This was, now I have taken a little edge off my tiredness, so I am ready to get up there and sit with Mom on this important night…
Why, you ask?
Tomorrow is my birthday and I am so mindful of being with the woman who brought me into the world.Since her illness, I realize the time we have together is limited, as she was 37 when she had me and tomorrow I will be 52.I always remember that she told me how happy her mom was when she had me, because she had said that a daughter will take care of her for the rest of her life. It’s funny, because as I type this, I can hear my Mom tell me that.
It just feels like it. I have dabbled in the Folger’s vanilla biscotti, and some Dunkin’ k-cups, but trying for the butter toffee seems the way to go this morning. Back in the day, my friend Denise and I would go to Starbucks, BK( before keurig) and she would get a toffee latte with toffee syrup. I really didn’t want to go there, because it was too sweet. I found the Kcup butter toffee a nice alternative. I have a ton of things to get done and figure with the butter toffee kick, I’ll be good to go.
What’s you’re flavor this morning?
oh, and BTW, the damn poll won’t let me put the r in your……lol
When so see the sight blur on the Christmas shot below, that is basically how I am feeling this morning. How excited was I to score three nights off in a row, thanks to my brother Bob, and was going to celebrate my birthday down the shore.
I have learned one thing.
I can’t party like I used to, and I am not even talking in an alcoholic sense of the word. I am beat. Unlike other times when we could chill and hang out, we were on the go ALL weekend. Philly, undisclosed location, Atlantic City, Pleasantville, Cape May, undisclosed location, Philly….whew**wiping my brow**.I am oh-so-glad that I have titanium and can move around with those new knees, but mentally, well, I am going to have to honor this old butt and keep it subdued.
OK,kids…here is the first post from the Mac Powerbook.
You know what’s funny? Once you get out of school, you say, ok, NO MORE HOMEWORK..yeah right. I had my initial tutorial at the Apple store yesterday,and now, while Jim is out with a buddy, I am reading, yes, try not to laugh please,”the manual”. What a trip. As I try to pursue it,well, I am oh so thankful for my no line progressive bifocals. It’s like, can the test get any smaller? Oh, what’s that? Yes, my eyes WILL BE 52 years old Thursday..maybe that has something to do with it.
Is there a magical time when you become an adult? Moving out of your parent's house? Paying your first bill? Getting married? Having kids? Turning 30? We are still figuring it out and writing about our journey along the way!