Some randomnity...
A few days before her birthday, I told Holly about the night she was born. When I got to the part about giving her her name, she frowned and said, "But I didn't want my name to be Holly! I wanted it to be Rapunzel."
I gave Thea the Hunger Games trilogy for Christmas. She read the first book in 24 hours. Then she read the second book in the next 24 hours. I'm so happy to have her reading and being excited about a book, but it seems like kind of a waste if she's going to "use up" this Christmas present in three days.
Tonight I had to deal with a puking incident and a disgustingly clogged sink (not related) at the same time. Kind of an overload of Ick.
My great-grandmother taught me to crochet when I was a kid. I haven't done it in years, but in just the past couple of weeks I've picked it back up again. It is so satisfying to sit with the needle and yarn and a mug of coffee and some music playing. It feels very grounding and at the same time brings back fond memories. So far I've made a bunch of coasters/potholders, and one head wrap with a flower on it that is not very attractive. The coasters are kind of rough but I'm still enjoying using things I made. And I think with the right yarn, the head wrap could be really pretty.
Today there was only one radio station left, that I could find, still playing all Christmas music. (101.9 FM) As much as I wanted to avoid that grating music all of December... today I found myself listening to that station, and actually singing along.
I'm glad that Christmas is over, and look forward to a brand new year, but boy do I dislike the winter. I don't like January or February and thinking of all those gray days stretching ahead of me makes me want to hunker down in bed (in my new flannel sheets -- Christmas presents!)
Pez candy: Nasty. Did I actually like that stuff, as a kid, or was it just fun playing with the dispensers?
