One week until Christmas, and my Claus-o-Meter is flat busted. We observe Chanukah every night with the candles and a little treat for HR, which is nice. And I'm fully taking advantage of the "It's the holidays, I do what I want" mindset that I let take over every year. Cookies for breakfast? Sure! Wine for dinner? Of course! It's the holidays! Otherwise, I don't feel sparkly and it's not something I can force. I have to accept that I don't experience things the way I used to, and that's just how it's going to be. Not to mention December has started to be almost as much of a bitch month as September, in terms of bad news.
I'm pretty sure that getting into Santa Claus preparations with HR will wake up something in me, though. And I'm very much looking forward to a heavy dose parents-and-sibling time at the ancestral home next week. But until then, I'm going to ride it out with a heavy workload and hey, why not throw up a list in here to stir up some mid-morning goodwill?
Identifying My Lifetime Crush Hall of Fame
Children are reliably bad at picking crushes. My past is littered with regrettable celebrity objects of affection. But I did have a predeliction for funny jews early in my life (is it ok to say funny jews, since I'm married to one? Probably not) and they have never failed me. I have loved these two geniuses since I could breathe, I think, and would husband either or both up to this day. Mike wouldn't mind.
For the record, Harvey Korman completes the holy triumverate, but I couldn't find a pic of the three of them together. And I can't technically marry a dead guy (RIP, Harvey). I also still love Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest and Jason Bateman, I don't anticipate that will ever change. But Mel and Gene, oh these two. My adoration has only increased as we've all aged. Good taste, tiny me.
Still killin' it on the mat. My in-laws banded together to give me the gift of many many classes for a chanukah gift and it is the utter best. I had to miss out on my usual midday Tuesday class this week and I feel its absence all over. May I never drop out of my practice for so long ever again.
I never liked soup, in general, until about last year. And now I can't get enough of all the kinds. My transformation into elderly person/delusional trophy wife is complete.
Get outta here you kids, I've got work to do.