okay, i talked way too much about my cute Israeli man. *blush* I'm over the initial crush stage i think.

I just finished watching "A Walk To Remember" with Mandy Moore. It was wonderful!!! She was amazing in it . . . and i bawled my eyes out. Which is exactly what i needed. Now i must watch Mr. Deeds.

OH!!! Did i tell you!!??!! I FINALLY got to meet fruit last night. YAY! She came up to Vito's with us. She's such a sweetie :D and I'm so glad we got to meet before she went back to Pennsylvania :D It's a shame we didn't meet before last night, but I know it's gonna be good for her to go back to where her family is & we can always go visit her. It's not that far. Somewhere near Scranton, is what she said. (BTW . . . fruit's RL name is Mary Jo :p~ )

So, we went to Vito's & sang & she's really really good!! She sang the Dawson's Creek song (which is really hard) and sounded BEAUTIFUL!!! MJ wasn't happy about it, but i know i'm my own worst critic too. Then we hung at the Black Sheep for a little bit & then came home & hung out here for awhile. Kevin passed out on the couch. LOL. Sitting up no less! It was funny :D

Okay, time to watch movie #2. I still kinda need to cry, but I think I'll be okay until, say Monday.

*sigh* my cute Israeli man is busy at work, and i think Dali is ready to go to bed (so she's asleep before her hubby wakes up & he doesn't think she's been playing all night :D) i'm kinda bummed cuz i was getting used to seeing Arik's face on my screen. He's kinda cute. Oh . . . wait . . . i think i said that already :D See, my brain is getting tired. But i can't go to sleep cuz i gotta leave in 1 1/2 hours now.

OH! he's back!! YAY!! must go talk now :D

So, I rented a movie last night to watch today that will HOPEFULLY make me cry rivers & rivers of tears. Why? you ask. Because i feel the need to just cry & cry & cry. I don't know if it's depression, or hormones, or stress, or what. . . but i keep thinking about how the greeks in ancient times used to hold play festivals with like a whole day of tragedies & then a whole day of comedies. They felt that it was cleansing to the person if they had this HUGE emotional outlet. Kinda like "cinematherapy" on the "Women's Entertainment" channel. So i think that's what i need in order to get over this hump. I've been feeling useless & listless & i seriously just wanna sleep. I'm pretty sure, now that i'm writing this out, that it's depression. And probably the whole not being able to sleep thing is stress because it's getting close to when i'm gonna have to do work force here in Wyandotte & i am SO NOT wanting to do that. Not in the least. I can only hope that there's really bad weather on the Mondays I have to do it so that we have to work inside :D (i hope i hope i hope)

You know, sometimes i really miss writing in a journal. the feel of the pen on paper. It was good times to write in there. I can still remember the way i felt when reading the words. Cuz it's not just putting the ideas & thoughts down in permanent form . . . it's kinda the way your handwriting is as well. I could tell if i was happy or sad or hurried or relaxed. you know what i mean? With the computer it's all fine and dandy & i like it cuz i feel like i can write faster (altho I don't write nearly as much as i should), but when i look back on things, altho I can remember kinda how i felt, I don't get that visual affermation. Does that make sense?? I sure hope so. cuz it's 4:30 in the A.M and i STILL can't get to sleep!!!

lol. here i am. another night of not being able to sleep. I can't understand it AT ALL!! I was so tired yet my brain refuses to stop. I have to take Kevin into work today @ 7:30AM!!!!! *ugh* so i might not even go to sleep. I might just stay up & play neopets. I have someone to talk to now anyway :D.

His name is Arik & he's in Israel (so right now it's . . . something like 11am . . . i think) Anyway, he seems pretty cool AND he plays Neopets :D . . . and he's kinda cute ;)
I know . . . i know . . . shame on me. I'm not thinking anything romantic. I love my Kevin very much. But it doesn't hurt to talk. He seems very intelligent & loves to have political debates with people. As i am not very politically-minded . . . okay . . . really not at all anymore . . . i would lose because i don't know enough facts to have strong opinions about certain things.

And how ironic is it that i'm talking to someone from Isreal whe i was all about Hanukkah just last week ;)

And i can't help but think that Jayson would get a kick outta this . . . well except for the fact that he's (arik) not a Mexican :D

*grumblegrumble* Y!M keeps disconnecting & reconnecting at will. I'm sure it has something to do with the firewall I'm running, but i can't fix it right now. Brain tired. Must try to go to sleep soon.

Kevin has to work at 8:30 A.M. today (meaning thursday) !!!! I've been working on my xmas cards. I hope people appreciate the extra work i put into them. I think they are gonna be WAY cool. Probably the best EVER!! (okay, maybe not THAT good, but good nonetheless)

AND . . . I was watching FoodTV (cuz there's nuthing else on) And it was Food911 with a breakfast dilemma. So now I'm totally craving some hashbrowns & eggs with some sausage :p~. *grumblegrumble* And i HAVE to go to work today cuz i didn't go yesterday. I think I'm catching what Kevin has & that's not good. Good news is . . . I can take kevin in and come home to crash for a couple of hours. Bad news . . . I have to make sure I'm awake to be able to take him in :p~.

Santa's Secret Wish


On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise
And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee,
"I want your secret. Tell it to me."

He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear
"How do you do it, year after year?"
"I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.

How is it, Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys
You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?
Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way
around the whole world, The reindeer pulling your sleigh

From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all?"
And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"

But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
He told that small boy with the light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you sadder and wise.

"The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl and each boy
I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.

Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?

"My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where despair lives toys aren't enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And I pray with them that they'll be given the joy

Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.
"If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will find there

Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love
And boys and girls gifted with light from above.
It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.

But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each need.
"That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
Is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.

In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
More love than a Santa could ever give away.
The sack never empties of love, or of joys
`Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys.

The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.
"And do you know something? You've got a sack, too.
It's as magic as mine and it's inside of you.

It never gets empty, it's full from the start.
It's the center of lights, and love. It's your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with the gifts 'neath your tree.

Open that sack called your heart, and share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."
The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for your secret. I've got to be going."

"Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go.
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?"
And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, "Oh yes I will."

Flavour from the Holidays

courtesy of Connie



I hate this time of year. Not for its crass commercialism
and forced frivolity, but because it's the season when
the food police come out with their wagging fingers and
annual tips on how to get through the holidays without
gaining 10 pounds. You can't pick up a magazine
without finding a list of holiday Dos and Don'ts.
Eliminate second helpings, high calorie sauces and
cookies made with butter, they say. Fill up on vegetable
sticks, they say. Good grief. Is your favorite childhood
memory of Christmas a carrot stick? I didn't think so.
Isn't mine, either. A carrot was something you left for
Rudolph. I have my own list of tips for holiday eating. I
assure you, if you follow them, you'll be fat and happy.
So what if you don't make if to New Year's? Your pants
don't fit anymore, anyway.

1. About those carrot sticks. Avoid them. Anyone who
puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of
the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave
immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum
balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like
fine single-malt Scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer
than single-malt Scotch. You can't find it any other time
of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has
10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going
to turn into an eggnogaholic or something. It's a treat.
Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you
think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the
whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone.
Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes.
Fill it with Gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.


4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made
with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why
bother? It's like buying a sports car with automatic
transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an
effort to control your eating. The whole point of going
to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for
free. A lot of it. Hello? Remember college?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise
between Christmas and New Year's. You can do that
in January when you have nothing else to do. This is
the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling
the buffet table carrying a 10-pound plate of food and
that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet
table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and
size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't
budge. Have as many as you can before becoming
the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of
shoes. You can't leave them behind. You're not going
to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a
slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two
apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else
do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded
with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it all
cost. I mean, have some standards, mate.

10. And one final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you
leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't
been paying attention.

Re-read tips.

Start over.

But hurry! Cookie-less January is just around the corner