2013, A White Lie for Christmas, and why I Made the Naughty List.

First off, Merry Christmas to those of you celebrating! Eh, Happy New Year too, in case I don’t get on here before then. Now that we’ve made it through the apocalypse, 2013 should be cake walk. I mean really, nothing makes a year more stressful than impending doom.

I have been seeing a lot “I hope 2013 is better than 2012 was” posts. Well now, posting a picture of those words on your Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter page or whatever isn’t gonna do crap for you. 2013 will be better for me because I will make it that way. Yours will be better too, if you quit whining and start doing. You know… “life is what you make it”, “reap what you sow”, and so on.

Back to Christmas. One of the best “gifts” I got this year (maybe not FOR Christmas, but AROUND Christmas) is a lie, a fake-out, a commitment. How can it be? Well, I’ll explain (mostly).

I have been struggling these last few months. With my weight and with my diabetes, specifically. I don’t mind the diet, but I don’t like having to follow it. I come from a long line of diabetics, but know none my age. Even on here, I have readers my age, I have diabetic readers (t1 and t2 alike), but I have seen no other young people with t2 diabetes and to be honest, it feels isolating.

I would be flat-out lying if I said it didn’t bother me that everyone I grew up with and  met along the way gets to go out and have a few at a bar and I don’t go with them. I mean yeah, the kids thing also thwarts my apparent plans to be a raging alcoholic(?), but I can’t get a baby sitter for my diabetes. That being said, I’m not big into the party scene anyway, I’m less upset that I’m missing out (though I’m almost benefiting) than I am about missing out because I can’t. I’m interested if there are any others out there who can relate.

Enough of that whiny shit. My best friend is taking the plunge. She is totally going diabetic with me. The diet, the crappy restrictions, no cheating, no nothing. To help me. It’s awesome. I feel more accountable for my diet and exercise. If you don’t have to face the “Willie Brims” (that’s short for Wilford Brimley, the public face of diabeetus”), you don’t get it. Though, I guess there are other people who can relate out there who HAVE to shy away from foods (gluten, etc.), you guys know it sucks. But to have someone do it with you, well it makes it suck less. And THAT’S why she ave me one of the best gifts I could get for Christmas (or anytime really).

Now, for the Naughty List. I DEFINITELY sucked Christmas up, I admitted that in my most recent post. But I realized, after my Christmas crazyness died down, that among the (lacking) stocking stuffers, there were none for hubs. I mean there’s ONE, little one. A lonely thing just chilin in there. And wouldn’t you know, Walmart actually CLOSED on Christmas Day this year. (good for the people who work there though, it’s nice not to miss loved ones on Christmas) So basically, hubbs is screwed on the stocking this year. That’s how it goes, I suppose. I didn’t do much for the kids’ stockings either, Haley got a bunch of little Hello Kitty things and Harper got some puffs and stuff (she’s a baby, what do you put in a baby’s stocking?).

I guess that’s the way it goes.

In summary, 2013 is what you’ll make it, my best friend is having a healthy serving of diabeetus with me, and I sucked at Christmas this year, and that’s just the way it goes.

Merry Christmas, everyone!



Christmas… scrambled, please. With some Catch-up.

See what I did there? (My brain is all scrambled from Christmassing and I’m trying to do a catch up post.)

Anyone else lost in the Christmas crunch? Because I certainly am.

Baking, cooking, shopping, wrapping, travelling, it’s all so much! It’s totally impossible not to get all scrambled up during this holiday season. There are the impossible demands from my 3-year-old combined with the mad rush of pre-season Walmart-ing are enough to make me go mad.

This year I sort of, well, skimped out of the Christmas cheer. We didn’t really go crazy with gifts, because like (almost) everyone else, we’re lacking the piles of cash needed to buy iPads and PS3’s, and like some other people (the lucky ones) my kid is too young to realize that Mommy and Daddy sucked at Christmas this year. So we’re capitalizing on that. I did make my famous peppermint chocolate bark (if you’ve ever had it before, you KNOW it’s delicious) as well as some cookies, but nothing too crazy this year.

December has been super busy for us. Right after Thanksgiving, I decided to have both the kids baptized BEFORE Christmas. Why before? Well, I don’t know. I got some sort of Holy kick in the ass and decided to just get it done. Also, my mother in law has been staying with us and will be leaving shortly after the holidays. So I called the church and it was either Dec, 2 (which was a little over a week away) OR the 23rd. A week’s notice it is! There was NO WAY I was expecting people to try to head down here the day before Christmas Eve for a baptism. So we did Thanksgiving, the baptism, Christmas shopping (well, we came up with ideas, anyway), I made a blanket for my nephew, my csister-in-law came for a visit, and then I was sick. Forever. I’m STILL sick. It’s been like, two weeks. AND tomorrow is Christmas Eve. So yeah, it’s been kinda busy around here.

That all explains why I have been a sucky blogger AND a sucky Christmasser. And that’s just how it goes. I did, however, come up with a few tips for staying sane during the holiday season (and beyond!):

1. Que Sera, sera. This means “Whatever will be, will be” I’m so serious about this one that it’s actually tattooed on me. I’m serious, it’s on my side.

2. “Batteries included” DOES NOT MEAN “batteries included forever”. Aunt Tilly send some annoying-ass toy that makes awful/creepy noises? Don’t worry, with the help of a screwdriver, you can make sure those Duracell batteries turn into cheap batteries with some sort of Chinese characters on it that last for a week.

3. Breathe. This is a good one for, well all the time. I’m not talking “breathe” like “don’t kill yourself” (don’t, but that’s not what I mean). I’m talking about taking a second of quiet time (the kids won’t die if they scream for a minute) and just take a few deep breaths.

4. Drugs. Just say yes to drugs during family occasions. It makes things not only easier, but way more entertaining.

5. Wine. See above. Also, I ALWAYS advocate the use of wine.

That about does it. I DO want to just throw a quick recipe on here for some AWESOME cookies that I made. Now, I made these for a big group, so I used regular sugar instead of Splenda, but there wasn’t too much sugar in the actual dough, so you should be fine subbing out sugar for Splenda. These cookies do have cinnamon sugar on them, and I would probably just take the hit and use regular sugar for that part. Anyway, here you go.

Okay, well for now, I think that does it. I will DEFINITELY try to be on here more and stop neglecting my blog, but no promises.

“Please I want that?”

It finally happened: Haley sees a commercial on tv and wants whatever is on there. Today: Twinkle Toes, Stompees, Stuffies, Magic Bullet, Press Dough, some spray on rubber sealant, and a cake pop maker.

I either need to parental block all commercials (yeah right) or watch them with her because I couldn’t tell you the difference between a Stompee and a Stuffie if you held a Smith and Wessie to my headdy-weddy. Seriously. What the hell.

I know the simple solution is to turn the TV off, but that’s not ACTUALLY the simple solution, that’s the bash-your-head-on-the-wall-after-your-kid-is-bored-and-screaming-and-the-baby-won’t-stop-screaming solution (I’ll have to come up with an abbreviation for that…. seems a little long-winded – “The BYHOTWAYKIBASATBWSS Method”).

I mean really, WHERE DO THESE KIDS GET OFF DOING THIS?! Wanting everything they see on TV. Stupid advertising. She doesn’t even need to know what is it, what it does, or it’s intended consumer; she just wants it. She’s ridiculous. Christmas will be easy this year I guess, no?