The Past Week

I read a few blogs by people who every once in a while like to put ALL of their thoughts from the week into one gigantically long post and seperate it by dashes as if to say, "Please pay attention as I am now changing subjects." Sort of like a turn signal. Today, I shall become one of those bloggers. Only, I think I will get really fancy and add subtitles.

--------------------------------------------

To our alma mater....

On Saturday, I attended my sisters' graduation ceremony. And no, I did not just improperly use an apostrophe. I actually happen to have two sisters who are twins and they both graduated. They were both pretty excited and my parents were pretty excited to have them off the pay roll as well. In fact, I dare say my father was beaming. Anyhoo. They have both been through a lot and it was pretty neat to see them earn such an accomplishment. I know in certain, highly educated families, a bachelors isn't too much to write home about, but in ours, it is a worthy accomplishment and should be duly noted.

I say all that to say this: You should know that I am an extremely emotional person. Stupid Pedigree dog food commercials make me cry. Little 5 year old girls who play the violin in church make me cry ( I should note- just seeing her hold her little violin made my tear up. Then-then-she had to go ahead and play The First Noel. Ah, geez I lost it. And completely embarrassed my loving husband as I don't know that girl from Adam). So I was a little emotional as I watched both of them earn their degrees. I kept it together pretty well...oh, who are we kidding I was crying before we even walked into the arena. And you can only imagine when the whole entire family got to sing the Alma mater together. My poor, poor emotionally lifeless husband whom I have only seen cry twice in his life....he just doesn't understand but he puts up with me and always sheepishly offers his sleeve to dry my tears. And to my dear younger sisters who always look older, taller and more mature than me- Congratulations!

-----------------------------------------------------------

How have I gone this long without taking advantage of these?!?

Christmas Nougats! I had no idea they even existed until last week when I spotted them in the grocery store and bought them half on impulse half on curiosity. Deliciousness. They are like a chewy cinnamon red hot with a festive little tree stuck in the middle. I eat about 3-4 a day now. I even put one in my pocket the other day before I left for work because I knew I would want one after lunch. I am already wishing there were St. Patrick's Day nougats and 4th of July nougats.

--------------------------------------------------------------

My list of lists

I am a list making machine these days. I mean, it is out of control. I now have two color coded notebooks dedicated just to my lists. I am blaming the holidays. Today, I made the Christmas Card list, the "whattoeatfordinnerthisweek" list, the holiday baking list, the gift wrapping list, the still to buy for list, the graduation present list, the Christmas eve dinner list and of course the list of things I should be doing at work list. Sheesh. I need help. I caught myself adding things to my list I have already done and then crossing them off. This is bad, people. Very, very bad. These are not the kinds of lists that I should be checking twice. These are definitely the kind that might mean I need professional help.

---------------------------------------------------------------

Christmas Parties GALORE!

So...we have one on Thursday, one on Friday, one on Saturday and one on Sunday. My loving husband and I have decided to rock paper scissors for who gets to drink and who gets to be the DD at each of them. We have such a mature flow of communication in our marriage. Hopefully a blog post or two will result from the festivities.

------------------------------------------------------------------

San Die-ah-go

I hope you all read that subtitle as Ron Burgundy would have read it. Our beloved school's football team is heading to the Holiday Bowl and we have decided to tag along. My loving husband, our friend JH and I took a gamble and booked this trip before it was announced our team was going. For about a week, I had visions of the three of us, dressed in orange, sitting in a bar in San Diego, no team in a 10 mile radius to cheer for and watching the tv as our team played in San Antonio, Texas. Oh, the beers that would have been consumed in such a scenario. But alas, our gamble paid off. To San Diego we go.

For some reason, by us booking this trip, my loving husband thinks he is perfectly justified in quoting Anchorman about 57 times a day. I am not kidding. If I never hear the phrases, "rich mahogany" or " an old wooden ship" again in my life, I think I will be ok. He likes to use them as responses to my questions in an effort to avoid answering them truthfully. For example:

Me: "Loving husband, did you call your mother to see if your brother's plane landed safely and they got home ok?"

Loving husband: "Lisa, 60% of the time...it works every time."

Me: eye roll.

I fear this will only get worse. The plane ride out there could be especially bad. Wish me luck. And to all three of my blog readers who have suffered through this post- I say- You stay classy.