the obligatory end of the year post…


IMG_1845Well here we are, standing on the precipice of a new year. Looking back at 2014, I wonder how much we really have changed? The boy grew facial hair this year…. though he’s more like a fuzzy animal than a hairy beast. “Bay I’ve been telling you for two weeks you need to shave…” “I’m not going to. Every time I do, my face hurts…it feels like I’m burning and I don’t want to do that to myself.” He replied. “Bay, it’s called after shave lotion…” I tried. “No, it’s called not shaving”.  In spite of our daily argument about his facial hair, what he’s most proud of nowadays are his sideburns. In fact he’s resistant to getting his hair cut for fear he’ll lose those burns. “No one’s touching the burns…” He tells me. Oy ve, I’m more than ready for my handsome son to return…once he’s “cleaned” up (circa 2025?).

The doll would like us all to believe that she has changed the most; thinning out and growing to 5′ 6.5″ tall. Every day she makes a point of coming up to me and using her hands to show the (little) differences in our heights “Look mom…uh, uh…look…” Which prompts me to reply, “Yeah look-I’m still taller than you!” “Perhaps…but for how much lonnnger?” she’ll drawl out with a smirk.  She also decided the time had arrived for a new hairstyle (switching parts from middle to side) which makes her look less like a little girl and more like a teenager. After a week of seeing getting used to her new hairstyle, I remarked to my hubby, “Do you know who she reminds me of?” As we both took a quick glance at her “Viola from the Incredibles…” Thankfully she was out of ear shot and did not hear us laughing at the thought.IMG_1972

Along with the hair change came a change in her demeanor as well and the desire to wear make-up; trying to look and act more grown up. On Christmas eve, her cousin Lisa (20 something) remarked, “She’s such a little adult”. “Mom, is that good or bad?” She asked later, trying to sort out what Lisa meant. “No that’s good. She was referring to how nice, polite and accommodating you seem to be…” I tried to explain. “So…in other words, I’m mature… for my age?” “Yes…but doll…some of us don’t like to be labeled as ‘mature'” I said with a smile and received one from her in kind.

As for the rest…2014 was a very very good year…especially for me. My relationship with the doll grew even stronger as she continued confiding in me and asking for my help. I know I was not this forthcoming with my parents-perhaps because I had older sisters. But I thank God daily for keeping the lines of communication open between us. At the same time the boy likes to tell me I don’t understand him and I’ll never get him. The Ying and Yang right? Then each day we share petty arguments and try not to get upset with one the other. Yet at the end of the night they both tell me they love me…so I have another day to make things right between us. Thankfully love really binds us well.

IMG_0123In spite of turning the big 5-0 in 2014, I probably had the best summer of my life…kicking things off on my birthday weekend by traveling to Charleston, SC to help celebrate my niece’s wedding and enjoyed a nice birthday lunch with my twitter friend Anne. When I returned home, my hubby and I celebrated our 24 years of marriage by taking in a Mud Hens ball game and traveling to Put in Bay (Middle Bass Island) for a beautiful afternoon date. Then summer took over–in both June and July, we traveled to Florida; spending a week at Universal Studios (great thanks to Grammy Pat) where the doll lived her dream, walking into the world of Harry Potter “Mom in my head, this is where I live”. The boy, while fascinated by the theme park in general, wasn’t as excited and opted to hang out with his grandmother-who couldn’t experience many of the park’s facets; much of the time. Then in July we spent a week at Daytona Beach, frolicking at the beach and swimming in the ocean.IMG_1973

As summer drew to a close, I flew out to Los Angeles, CA to attend a fan club meet up for the Webseries Venice and meet the actor/creator/producer Crystal Chappell; with my good friend Cathie. Neither one of us ever thought we’d get to the Golden state as our husbands are uninterested in traveling there. For five fun-filled over the top days and nights, we enjoyed walking down Hollywood and Vine; driving to Downtown Disney and meeting up with an old friend,  driving on the 401 (didn’t really enjoyed that one); taking a tour of Warner Brother’s Studios and walking down the Santa Monica Pier. In one months time I had the honor to say, I had put my feet in both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans-a dream I never thought would come true. 

However, while being a tourist was filled with great fun and adventure, I have to say the majority of my fun was derived from the people we “met” once we arrived. Some I’ve been talking with on Twitter and other social media sites for years, but there were many others I met for the first time–though you never would have guessed. We were all so happy to be in LA, attending the events and finally putting voices to avatars. I’m not sure I have ever laughed as much or hard as we did while there. We were very blessed to be surrounded by such beautiful and fun women. Sisters united!

Aye his pirate face!

Aye his pirate face!

Now looking back at all the adventure I wonder what this new year will bring. My husband and I will celebrate 25 years of marriage in May-even though we’ve been together for almost 32 (hard-fought) years. Our kids will continue to grow in new ways and possibly even shave-every now and again. And just like last year, the days will fly by so fast we’ll wonder where the time went. Thankfully I have this blog and all of you to share our mundane and silly adventures to remind us.

Someday my kids will look back on these blogs and cringe while I luxuriate on a beach, smiling and drinking a light beer in celebration.

Happy New Year everyone!


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