Birthday, Belated.

Who's birthday?

Well, mine, darlings.

I turned 27 on January 2. Twenty-freaking-seven. I had the smallest of panic attacks- the BFF called it a quarter life crisis- but I've sort of bounced back. Sort of meaning I'm not pouting and crying at random anymore. Much. Whatever.

I never thought I'd be the person who gave a hoot about my age. And I thought that if I ever did become that person, I could at least wait until 40 or something. 40 is a respectable age to have a crisis. 27...not so much. It kind of makes me feel like a total wuss.

On the other hand, my ten year high school reunion is in a year. A YEAR. I still remember being a freshman at my first pep rally, thinking there was no way in hell that I'd ever make it to graduation. I'm not ready to realize that that little freshman girl I once was is only a distant memory.

But, anyway. Enough of that depressing nonsense. This was the second annual ice cream breakfast that Monkey and I shared on my birthday. Of all traditions we've started, this is definitely my favorite.


We went to Ghirardelli at Downtown Disney, just like last year. We even sat at the same table. Landon- who was roaring through his terrible twos and just about to zoom on into his terrible threes- actually behaved like an angel. Afterwards, we wandered through the stores, and rode the carousel. All in all, a dream morning for a freshly 27 year old gal. :)

Where Have I Been???

...Well, I dunno.

Here's the thing. I haven't written in over a month. Okay, so it was probably the busiest time of the year for me (well, people in general, but me especially since we have Christmas, New Years, MY birthday, Monkey's birthday...for some reason it seems to take over a month to get that all done!). But still. My last post was about a cheesecake I only vaguely remember.

I'm pretty sure it was darn tasty, though.

Anyway. I am alive, I am here...I guess I just haven't felt the fire to write lately. Because I have a million things to write about- Christmas (I got a KINDLE and it amazing- oh, and I made kick ass red velvet whoopie pies w/ candy cane frosting...) birthdays (I am 27 and Monkey's 3 and neither of us acts our age), work drama (If I wasn't a mom I'd probably walk out and go live on the beach), the summer vacay we have planned (to my HOME town!!!)...

And yet. I haven't written in over a month. But I am going to try to start back up again. I promise! This is just a taste of what is to come. From now on, 2011 will be my best blogging year ever!!!

((Is that just setting myself up for failure?? Oh boy...))

Just so you know...

...crunched up candy canes sprinkled on top of your typical cheesecake makes people who don't even know you that well propose marriage.








True story.



Note: this cheesecake also had a chocolate cookie crumb crust instead of your typical graham cracker crust. Also added to the delightfulness!

Part of His Charm

Hubby would do no good under torture. He'd have every dirty little secret out before you could even pinch him. Poor thing.

First off, he cannot keep a secret. He accidentally slipped and told me that he knew about the big secret I had been keeping- that his mother was coming out here for Christmas. I mean, that's pitiful. Second, I never get to open my presents from him on Christmas. It's always a week or two before. It's as though he purchases them, and then races home like Charlie and his golden ticket, just to spill the beans and force me to open it right away.

Not that "forcing" me to open a present is difficult. Hello!

This year was no exception. I got my Christmas present on Friday. A beautiful white sapphire ring. It's just the right size, right amount of shine and sparkle. The boy's got good taste. And he got a heck of a deal on it, which is even better since we aren't exactly high-rollin' it these days. His excuse was that he wanted to "re-create" the night he proposed to me 3 years ago- the first time he had a ring he was supposed to keep until Christmas day. :) Alright, a pretty gosh darn good excuse.

Does anyone else have a problem keeping secrets? Or presents until Christmas day?

By the Way...

I've kind of given up on my big list of things to write about. At least, for now. I feel like the holidays are such a great excuse to fall off the wagon, you know? It's a time of year I can eat more, drink more, sing along to Christmas songs, bake without being asked the occasion, have sappy family photos taken and then send them to all our family, AND slack in the blogging department. So. Don't bother asking, because I'll just blame Christmas. :)

It's December 5th.

PANIC.

Okay, just kidding. Kind of.

Here's the thing: Christmas is at my house this year. For the first time, ever. This is huge, because up until a few years ago, I was convinced that I couldn't boil water, let alone cook a whole dinner. And it's not for just a few people-- if everyone invited shows up, it'll be about 9. 9!

Part of me- most of me- is super excited. Growing up, everyone always came over to our house for Christmas (Well, every holiday, really) and it was the BEST. I loved having a houseful of people over- there is just something about it that is cozy and loving and warm and wonderful.

Of course, then I was a kid, and not my frantic mother who had to cook and clean up after these people. I've turned into my mother, folks. Not that that is much of a surprise, or even a bad thing. But still, you'd think I'd learn and just order Chinese take-out.

We're not even having a traditional Christmas feast. Which, I suppose if you're getting a free meal, you shouldn't complain. But...that's not the nature of human beings, is it? Hubby is sick of turkey. And ham. Fine. So we're doing flank steak. HE is doing it, not me, because he's supposed to be some meat BBQing master. Which is good, at least he is helping. Since we're doing that, I figured I'd make SORT OF traditional side dishes. Like green bean casserole. A jello salad my aunt used to make for every family function. Yummy bread rolls. What else??? I mean, NINE PEOPLE. I haven't even thought about desserts yet.

In the meantime, I also haven't done anything about presents. Mostly for Monkey. We have ideas of what we want to get, but we haven't gone shopping yet. He'll be 3 in January, so I feel like this is the first year he's fully coherent to what Christmas is all about. He's recognizing Santa on his own. He knows what snowmen are (which is impressive, since he lives in FL and hasn't seen snow up close and personal yet), and he helped me decorate our tree. He's definitely more involved this year, so I want to make sure that it's a fantastic Christmas for him- just in case he has an impressive memory. : )

All that, and there are of course a million things around town I'd like to do. We have Disney annual passes, since we're just down the road from Magic Kingdom, and I want to see every inch of Christmas that is up there. The gingerbread house at the Grand Floridian. The castle lit up with icicle lights. The dancing lights (we have seen those twice already). Then there's other things, like simply going to see Santa. Reading the Christmas story (the baby Jesus one) to Monkey. Watching all the great holiday classics.

Oh, and...enjoy the season. In my spare time! Does anyone else get bogged down by the rushing and bustling around to forget what this time of year is all about?

Thankful

It's really already Turkey time again? Where did the year go?

Not that I'm complaining. Any holiday that I can spend with my fam and pig out on delicious food is a-okay by me!

We are going to my in-laws for the big dinner, but I am making two desserts. That will, by the grace of God, be lovely. I hope. I pray. I am making basic cheesecake- that one I'm not worried about, I even have a premade crust for it, eh- but then, THEN, my big kahuna is a vanilla carmel pear tart. Oh yeah. That's right. It should be all sorts of devine as long as I don't screw it up.

Wish me luck. : )