‘Tis the season

It’s raining.

Normally, I’d be itching to see sunny skies but I find this change in pace very satisfying this time of year.

My favorite sound to fall asleep to is the sound of rain on a tarp and I confess that having a bedroom that flanks the downspout of the house is soothing.

I listen to the patter of the slow drip, drip, drip of big droplets and the occasional gust of wind which blows the rain up against my window.

It’s this time of year when a huge nesting urge starts to settle into my body, motivating me to do things I normally would shun.

Baking cookies, cakes and pies.

Crafting.

Organizing my room.

Well okay. . . that one I do year round.

The urge to quilt and to make blankets for friends and family now beckons me to come and create.

I usually spend hours pouring over fabric samples online, selecting just the right ones to go in a quilt.

Arranging and then rearranging complimentary fabrics.

But this year I’m so far behind in quilting I don’t need to buy anything, I just need to work with the huge assortment I already have.

Looking at the weeks ahead, I feel this expanding sense of happiness growing inside me, as I look forward to all the time I will get to spend with my kids, my parents, my sisters and my brothers, my extended family and all my friends.

Oh shit!

That’s right.

COVID.

Bring on the holidays!

Now that it’s OFFICIALLY after Halloween I can focus on Christmas!

Woot!

I LOVE fall.

Nothing better.

Indian summer stretches into fall and we all enjoy cool mornings, crisp nights, and sunny days.

I just want to brag about some of the gifts I bought for my family.

I found a company that makes custom bifold iPhone cases so I whipped up some family photos for my mom so that she could have all her lovely children and grandchildren smiling at her from her phone.

Thank you Lasting Impressions for the perfect gift for my mom.

Her current bifold case is falling apart.

For my sister, a little sass:

Because nothing says “I’ve got attitude” like a mug with the F-Bomb on it.

For my nephews, who I have dubbed “The Littles,” I started a tradition of getting them a Christmas ornament with the Halloween costumes they wore earlier that year.

Calvin was the Grim Reaper and Milo was Venom.

I managed to find Calvin’s costume on Zazzle:

And Milo’s costume on etsy, customization pending.

I’m still debating on what to get them for their gifts.  The ornaments are simply a little extra gift I like to give to The Littles.

I can imagine my brother and sister-in-law’s Christmas tree when the boys are older, filled with memories of Halloween and Christmases past.

Welcome to my fall-loving, Christmas-obsessed season of joy!

Happy Fall!

I love Fall.

It’s my FAVORITE time of year.

The weather gets crisp.

The leaves turn color.

Pumpkin spice everything is everywhere.

And BEST OF ALL, it’s my BIRTHDAY!

That’s right.

In less than two weeks I’ll turn (gasp) 45.

I’m going with friends and family to see “Bohemian Rhapsody” – the Freddie Mercury biopic.

I can’t wait!

Everyone is dressing up like 80’s rock stars – Cindy Lauper, Madonna, Bruce Springsteen, Bono, Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson. . .

I am going as Freddie Mercury, in his yellow Wembley Stadium jacket.

I even got a little patch of hair for my chest and a short brown wig to make me look like Freddie Mercury.

But since that’s probably insufficient to transform me into Freddie, I also bought a mask of his face.

I’m SO EXCITED!

I clearly do not suffer from seasonal affective disorder.

I get excited and happy instead of moody and blue.

I already bought my Christmas cards and I’m planning Christmas presents AS WE SPEAK.

The big news, of course, is that my oldest son has joined the Army Reserves as Military Police.

He starts boot camp on December 31, 2018.

Even though I am excited for him, I will also miss him terribly.

But that’s a small price to pay to see him launch himself successfully into a career.

Woot!

Happy Fall, y’all!

unSCruz 2018: Face Plant

There we were, cranking out spankings and fresh baked cookies for our guests at unSCruz when it happened.

I tripped on some electrical wires and tumbled straight into one of my plastic totes FACE FIRST.

I quickly looked around.

No one saw me.

Good!

That would’ve been embarrassing!

I started rooting around in my bin looking for LED necklaces to gift.

All of a sudden, something wet started dripping off the tip of my nose.

I wiped it away with my hand.

But the dripping continued.

I looked at my hand.

In the dark, I couldn’t make out the color of what was on my hand but I suspected it was blood.

I called out to Tejas, “Tejas, am I bleeding?”

He looked over at me.

Yes! You are!

It was Saturday night and I had been planning to really KILL IT that night and party hard.

Because I was really tired on Friday night, I went to bed early thinking Saturday night would be my night.

But that was not to be.

Instead, I was given paper towels and ice and I sat down and cradled my head.

A nurse appeared as if like magic and she assessed me.

No concussion.

Never passed out.

But all I wanted to do was go to bed.

So I did.

And Tejas and another dear friend kept and eye on me until roughly midnight when I woke up and decided it was time to go out.

But if you can believe it, I managed to do a face plant and split the bridge of my nose open at unSCruz.

It ain’t pretty. . .