Blobnuts blobbing on a blobby blob

Guess what? I feel like a blob! Ugh. So, I've got a few minutes right now and I'm going to cram as many facts into this GD blog as possible. Okay- work party yesterday which is why I feel like a blob. Too much wine, too much chocolate, too much beer cheese and too damn much indian food. So, the holidays are upon us and I for one am having a good time despite the substantial monetary limitations Scott has placed upon me. Actually, he's been pretty generous and let me go pretty crazy in my holiday catharsis which will not end until I am back at work on Jan. 2nd. So, here's the schedule:

Friday, Dec. 21st: Last day of work for me. I get ten days off and plan on packing as much fun into them as possible. This is also the day of Hawkins' Christmas party at the babysitter's house. They drew names for a Secret Santa. Hawkins got Lucy's name. The girl is three and completely obsessed with my son. Sometimes when I pick him up, I can't get to him cuz she's all up in his face, and I'm thinking, "Girl, you need to back up and give Hawkins his space, okay. He's young. He needs to play the field a little bit." She's sweet, though. Hawkins got her some play dough, a coloring book, some Disney princess jewelry (my first Disney purchase and I'm so not happy about it. I hope to God I don't have any daughters), and we made her a kickass mixed cd called The Lucy Mix with some children's classics (Rainbow Connection, You're Never Fully Dressed, I Love to Laugh, etc...). I'm a fan at least. So, that's tommorrow on top of finishing up my shopping and cleaning our cesspool house to a degree that my mother will be happy with (this is impossible- she had white gloves surgically attached to her hands to check the cleanliness of all establishments she steps foot in).

Saturday, Dec. 22nd: This year my friends and I are sponsoring a refugee senior citizen for Christmas. It's pretty cool. We've got her a comforter, sheets and blanket for her bed, a brand new camel hair coat with matching accessories, lots of food, some bath products, cleaning products and all kinds of stuff! I'm pretty excited about it. Molly and I are taking her out to lunch on Sunday and giving her all the stuff. Jeez, I hope she speaks some English or it could be pretty awkward.
Also, finish cleaning garbage dump (my house). I know the holidays are not exactly the time to go on a rant about the slobbiness of 11 month olds, but seriously. I am sick and tired of cleaning up after this kid. When is he going to start pulling his weight around the house? We're going to start putting a tarp under his high chair every day because I'm sick of scrubbing the floor. (I'm serious!) He's a little pig.

Sunday, Dec. 23rd: Meet with said refugee. My idea is that taking her out to lunch will make her feel like a real human being and less of a charity case, you know. Because it would seem as if Molly and I were interested in her as our fellow man and all instead of just dropping off a whole bunch of stuff. Plus, poor people probably never get to go to a decent restaurant so this could be an added treat. The lunch could totally backfire in my face and be dreadful and awkward and make her feel even poorer. We'll see. Plus, Mama D. and Papa Tom arrive. Hawkins hasn't seen my mom since his baptism, so I'm pretty excited about their reunion. The kid is just so damn cute. He's pretty irrestible. Also, pick up standing rib roast from butcher.

Monday, Christmas Eve: Cook and hang with the fam and finish the wrapping. I'm keeping it simple with a standing rib roast (Paula Dean recipe I think unless my Uncle Rob tells me to use another one), sweet potato cass (a healthy version), rutabegas, whole wheat rolls, green beans, and a salad. For dessert, I think we're gonna go with a cranberry and pecan tart. The $50 slab of meat is really the highllight here. We've got some reindeer treats to sprinkle on the lawn in the evening and we're making cookies for Santa (zucchini and chocoloate chip whole wheat cookies, because seriously, that guy is headed for a heart attack if he doesn't start slimming down...).

Christmas: PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait. I hope everyone likes everything I got! And it's our baby's first Christmas! I'm giddy just thinking about it. It's going to be awesome.

The Day After, Dec. 26th: We're heading to Chicago to hang out with some Wheelers! It doesn't get more fun than this crew.

Okay, I've only got a few hours of work left and I haven't done jackshit today. I've gotta get on the ball. Attached are some photos of our breakfast with Santa and his reindeer and Frosty at the zoo. It was rainy and so we didn't get to hang with the Polar Bears. I was pissed... Hawkins was not afraid of Santa, but he was highly distrustful. Same with Frosty as you can see from the picture. It was much fun, though, and of course I had tears in my eyes the whole damn time because the kids were freaking their shit over Santa and it was just adorable. Anyway- gotta go...