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Today I went to Savon Drugs to buy some paper towels and guess what I found!  An Art Garfunkle bobble head!  I don’t know about you, but I just LOVE  Simon and Garfunkle.  My favorite song is The Boxer.  Sometimes when the Son of God is acting up because he hasn’t had his nap or he’s teething, I just put that song on and it calms him down real fast.  In fact, I may even put the bobble head in the Messiah’s room, right next to the Go Diego Go! nightlight so he can see it when he’s falling asleep. 

He’s so cute when he’s falling asleep in his swaddling clothes, all cozy and tight in his manger.  I know I should buy him a big boy bed, but it’s hard seeing him grow up so fast!  Hopefully sometime before he’s tempted by Satan I’ll get around to it!

It has been so darn busy around here.  The three Wise Men stopped by for another visit (this was their third since the little guy was born).  I’m not sure how to tell them, but the Blessed Savior does NOT like the Myrrh ONE BIT!  It’s awfully stinky, and we don’t know what we’re supposed to do with it!  The black dude just keeps bringing MORE and MORE of it each time he stops by.  Maybe I’ll save it for when Joseph kicks the bucket and we’ll embalm him in it.

I’m trying to lose the last five pounds of baby weight so I signed up for a new class at my gym.  The class is Hip Hop Abs, and it’s forty five minutes of cardio, fifteen of ab work, and a ten minute cool down.  Sometimes I’m so tired I don’t feel like going, but I’m always glad I did once I’m there.   My goal is to fit into the bikini I wore the summer before I was visited by the Angel Gabriel.   Wish me luck!!!

His Lord and Savior just woke up from his nap, so I gotta go!  It’s so funny, sometimes if I don’t get to his manger as soon as he’s awake, he just floods it then walks right on top of the water and hops out! 

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Cris tagged me on this little game, and I’m herein obliging.  The rules are as follows:  

1. Write your own six-word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post.
4. Tag five more blogs with links.
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.

I think Steven Colbert already said this was his motto, but I hereby steal it as my own.  six-word memoir.  It is, Well, I thought it was funny.

Now, send me yours.  There will be no judgment or violent rebuttal. Only smirking.

I tag:

Jacob

Tim

Margaret

Mae

Naynay

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There’s really no explanation for the photo above, MCS e-mailed it to me;  I sort of like the juxtaposition of the rather crude photo with a sentimental and serious topic such as passion.

A few days ago I wrote about passion.  I referred to a Time Magazine quiz regarding the same, and a few of you asked for it.  Here it is, but I warn you, if calamity ensues due to you and your partner’s diverse scores, don’t come crying to me.  (I scored 99; Elliott couldn’t get past the first question without a definition of “despair.” But he’s still the love of my life).  

 Here’s how the scoring works.  Rate each question along a scale of 1 to 9, 1 being definitely disagree, 9 being definitely agree.  Add up your scores and see how you score by way of the self-explanatory answer key.

 I would feel deep despair if _____ left me.  

Sometimes I feel I can’t control my thoughts; they are obsessively on _____.  

I feel happy when I am doing something to make _______ happy.  

I would rather be with ________ than anyone else.  

I’d get jealous if I thought _______ was falling in love with someone else.  

I yearn to know all about ________.  

I have an endless appetite for affection from ______.  

For me, _______ is the perfect romantic partner.  

I sense my body responding when _____ touches me. 

 _______ always seems to be on my mind.  

I want ______ to know me—my thoughts, my fears, and my hopes.  

I eagerly look for signs indicating ______’s desire for me.  

I possess a powerful attraction for ________.  

I get extremely depressed when things don’t go right in my relationship with _______.   

SCORES

 106-135 points = Wildly, recklessly, in love

86-105 points = Passionate but less intense

66-85 points = Occasional bursts of passion

45-65 points = Tepid, infrequent, passion

15-44 points = The thrill is gone.  

As a general rule, I am opposed to cannibalism.  Figuratively speaking, however, there are some people who are so yummy you just want to eat them up.   My husband is one of these people, or rather, he was one of these people, but then time and babies and needing to buy new tires and not exercising enough make one forget how yummy one is.   When we were eighteen I wished I could turn myself into liquid and inject myself into his veins; I wanted to turn myself into oxygen so I could slip into his lungs where I would be delivered to each one of his cells.  I think I told him this once. His response was much the same as when I told him I loved the smell of the tire department at Costco.  It is therefore with not a little bit of irony that I tell him, “Elliott, you are a very, very passionate man,” for he is not.   

A few weeks ago, Time Magazine featured an article about passion, presumably in the spirit of that non-holiday so loathed by single and non-single people with the same intensity – Valentine’s Day.  The article contained a quiz, the responses to which were indicative of how passionately the taker feels about his or her partner.  I rated high enough of the passion-scale to indicate that I love my husband passionately, but not so high as to suggest that I suffocate and control him.  Whew.  

Here’s a picture of Holly.  Go over to Kitkat’s site and see her new kitty .  Don’t Holly and Kira look alike?