Updated? I was going to publish this post on Christmas Eve, I guess I forgot. However, the benefit to this is that I can now include pictures. I've thrown them in at the bottom! This year's ornaments for Happy Kiddos are wrapped and under the tree. And I really wish that I hadn't been so darned efficient and wrapped them up without first snapping a shot of them, cause really - they're priceless! I always get ornaments that reflect something about that particular year for each of my Happy kiddos. This year I had an inspired moment while out with my girl friends at a ceramic shop. They had these great little ornaments and I thought I'd go ahead and make the ornaments myself for this year. Happy Girl was easy...a fiddle. Happy Boy. Well, the first thing that came to mind was poop. That pretty much sums up the year for the boy. Well, poop and farts and pee and toilet and any other words that had anything to do with bodily functions. Ad was all like, "NO WAY!" I was "I'm laughing so hard I'm gonna pee my pants. It has to be poop." And Ad is like "No WAY! I will be the voice of reason. I can not let my friend deck her tree in poop." And I was "there's nothing wrong with poop, it all organic and natural."
Marie was like "Great!"
And Marie got the needed supplies for poop. Mainly the brown glaze.
So, I sort of compromised for Addie's sake. On the front (wink*wink* the back) there is a face painted of the puppy we brought home this summer and the poop will be appropriately painted for all eternity on the back (wink*wink the front).
I can't wait to give him this ornament. Because I know full well that in 20 years from now this will be the one item he journals as his favorite Christmas treasure on BooMama's tour.
Until next time friends, have a very Merry Christmas!
I'm sitting here watching MTV's 100 Greatest Songs from the 90s and enjoying a trip down memory lane. Good times, my friends, good times. They need to make a 4 pack CD to sell as an infomercial and I will totally be the first (and quite possibly the only) one to buy it.
So every year Happy Girl and I make Christmas cards together. It is one of my favorite traditions. I should post all of our previous cards some year. Maybe next - I can't make any promises though...I'm uncommittal that way.
We try and have our cards assembled by Thanksgiving every year and put in the mail by early December. This year however, it just wasn't possible due to the whole Fiddler thing we had goin' on. So, we had to throw a quick card together. This year we actually had Joe's help. A lot more help than I had expected from him - it was fun.
So, here's a glance at one of our cards from this year. Each card was unique in that I had various patterned Christmas papers attached on the front, and each card had either a silver or green tree brad pulling back the corner to peek at the Christmas wish. I got this idea from About.com.
This is the most special card mailed of all:
It isn't just special because of who it was mailed to but because of the sweet note inside. Check it out:
Do you that P.S.? Let me show you what sweet words it says...
I just love it!
And, in honor of all the greatest from the 90s...can you name song and/or artists for these?
I know that if I sent you here that most of you wouldn't have a clue what it is about.
I'll help you out - it is about Pupusas. Wikipedia describes them best: El Salvador's most notable dish is the pupusa. Pupusas are a thick hand-made corn tortilla (made using masa de maíz or masa de arroz, a maize or rice flour dough used in Latin American cuisine) stuffed with one or more of the following: cheese (usually a soft Salvadoran cheese called Quesillo con loroco), fried pork rind (chicharrón), chicken, refried beans, and cheese with loroco. Loroco is a vine flower bud native to Central America.
I grew up in El Salvador.
Let me 'splain sompin' to ya.
Tacos are to Mexico what pupusas are to El Salvador. The difference it that there isn't a Salvadoran restaurant on every corner here like there is Mexican. A sad shame really.
Okay, for you immature few who are still giggling at the name of said delicacy, STOP - its old already.
So the post I sent you to was one my father wrote to BRAG about a new Salvadoran restaurant he visited recently. He took my mom and my sister. NOT ME!!!! The nerve!
I-tell-you-if-i-could've-shot-my-hands-through-the-screen-to-strangle-the-man-he-so-would-be-dead-now.DEAD-NOW!!!!
Dad - you are dead to me! That is unless you schedule VERY QUICKLY a time to take me there and buy me lunch. You are so in trouble!
