So here it is, the "most wonderful time of the year". I could tell you to contemplate what Christmas really means, to enjoy this time with family, laugh at all the maniacs in the stores fighting for parking spots instead of walking an extra 20 feet to the store and yadda yadda, but I'm not. I'm sure you've heard it over and over. I'm just going to do what I do best and babble about what I want to babble about....
I love Christmas. I love my family. I hate North Korea. There you go. I said it. Phew, now that it's out in the open I feel a teensy bit better. Not a lot, just teensy. My husband is currently stationed in South Korea and can't say a thing about what's going on, if it's getting better or worse or if it's the same ol' same ol' and I HATE IT. Thank you immature, bratty Kim Jong Il (pardon me if I spelled that name wrong) for acting childish over waters that you claim are "yours" when in reality it is everyone's waters. It is the ocean for crying out loud! You are going to hurt people and make people suffer over something that was here long before you were here? Long before you wanted to sport sunglasses and a fur hat that make you look like that old lady I see at the thrift store contemplating if she should purchase that VCR that's missing its pause button....get over it and your ridiculous ego please.
On a better note, or a few better notes:
Henry is now crawling....so fun! And cute, plus I think he's not fully aware that he's crawling so his confused expression while he's doing it is priceless. He also is getting his first teeth, and get this, they are NOT his bottoms like most babies. He is getting his two top teeth! The first one just cut through on his top left, in the front. My mom keeps calling him Bucky, ha ha!
I love this time of year because I can use Santa as a threat for my four-year old. I don't have to so much for my 10-year old, she's pretty well behaved as it is. But my four-year old, Olivia, is really testing me a lot lately. So I get to use the good ol', "Santa's watching you!" or "I'm going to call Santa" as I grab the phone and pretend to make that long distance call. Ahhhh, good times, good times.
Now....all I need is Charlie Brown's Christmas to come on t.v. like it does every year and I'll be content. Well, that and knowing my husband is safe and will be okay. I hate not knowing. I hate that all he can tell me is "I'm okay", "I'm at work" and "I don't know". That's it. That's all he can say. Oh yeah, he does tell me he loves me, and that's wonderful. But it'd be nice to know a little more detail. I need some reassurance I guess.
I read in an article that South Korea had this large, metal Christmas tree all lit up right by the South Korean and North Korean border and had a choir singing Christmas songs. Made me wonder, is it like "Whoville" over there and Kim Jong Il is the Grinch? Are they going to have Roast Beast? Well tell that Cindy Lou or whatever her name is to hurry up and work her charm on that egotistical fat head over there so I know my husband will be coming home safely, the troops and civilians will be safe and I can sleep a little more sound.
Okay, enough of my babble that made me write, type or blog (whatever you want to call it) all out of order....my English professor Mrs. Arnold would have had a fit over this and stamp it with a big fat F. I warned you, I was just going to babble. Nothing fancy.
May you have a wonderful and safe Christmas (or whatever it is you celebrate, I celebrate Christmas, therefore I say "Merry Christmas!") and a dazzling (and also safe) New Year!
