Holy Fruitcake, Batman! It's Tuesday, so it must be...
Yes, it's the holiday season!! The time for Gretchen to lose her mind! The time to never have enough time! The time to shop and bake and plan and worry and decorate and overdo and overindulge and overspend. Oh, and the birth of Christ and Peace on Earth and all that stuff.
And this week is particular INSANE because Friday is the big Christmas Fair and Holiday Boutique at Jude's school, which I am stupidly in charge of. I say "stupidly" but really I kind of love it. I love being the lady with the clipboard. I love organizing and fretting and work. The 400 million emails and phone calls to vendors and mothers. Organizing the troops. Orchestrating the big event. It's that crazy rush when everything comes together. Haha! I probably should have gone into politics, you know? Worked in the West Wing. Planned campaigns. But alas, I'm only a mommy in charge of a Christmas Fair. But still I keep waking up in the middle of the night remembering all the things I need to do. This morning I woke up at 5:00 suddenly frantic that I haven't talked to Amanda about signage. Amanda? If you read this, call me about the signage.
So everybody wish me luck. I had TWO vendors back out today, but that was actually okay, because we were short 4 tables, so it will all work out. Now, if I can just find about 4 more volunteers...
My grocery store has recently put in these "Self Checkout" lanes. I feel certain this is the beginning of the downfall of Western Civilization. I actually asked Claudia the manager at my store what the benefit was of using the "Self Checkout" lanes. I mean it's no faster, in fact it probably takes me twice as long to scan everything as it does a paid professional. She sort of stared at me, shocked, like no one had asked her this before. I asked her if I got a discount if I did all the work. Again, she stared. I told her that if I was getting a discount for doing the work for the people who worked there, I might be interested, but why should I do it if there's no benefit? No answer. Ideas? Anybody?
...there it was in the store, and I told myself "NO! You must not start with the eggnog, it's not even December!" But I seldom listen to myself. A problem. So now I'm trying to keep my nogging down to just one tiny glass a night. Or two. Mmmmm that sugary/bourbony goodness! That touch of nutmeg! My name is Gretchen, and I'm ...a nogaholic.
In a related (and therefore not entirely random) thought...someone once told me that if you ate ground nutmeg by the spoonful, like maybe two tablespoons, it worked as a powerful hallucinogenic. Like an all natural LSD. Or like tripping on 'shrooms. I believe it to be true, but have always been too chicken to try it. What do y'all think?
Gretchen's Weekly Exercise Accountability Report:
- T - Walked a lot while putting up posters for the aforementioned Holiday Boutique.
- W- Thought about exercising, but didn't do it.
- Th - Didn't think at all about exercising. Did think about stuffing and Jan's Brussels Sprouts.
- F- Would have thought about exercising, but was too busy doing nothing.
- S- Would have thought about exercising, but was too busy going to the mall.
- S- Would never have thought about exercising.
- M- Exercised ! I swear to God! 30 minutes on the bike at the YMCA. Woohoo! Now I'll have just one more wee little cup of eggnog...
Okay, this is kind of funny. When I just typed the word "eggnog" in that last sentence, I accidentally typed "egghog". Which is clearly my subconscious commenting on my ever expanding waistline.
Just one last thing to kick off the holidays. I know that nowadays when people hear about Phil Specter, they think "murder" and all that, but I'll always remember him as the genius who added the "wall of sound" to Christmas carols. Here's one of his best...
And after you finish rocking with Darlene, go visit Keely at The Unmom! I'll be here swilling away on eggnog.