New Year’s Eve Rationale

My birthday was yesterday and my 15 year wedding anniversary shares the night with New Year’s Eve…a time for frolicking, fun and the partaking of copious amounts of alcohol.  Sadly, my birthday came first in this timeline of joy and celebration.  And apparently I’ve reached the age where it’s just not worth navigating the roads or the overcrowded parking lots of bars that are as equally overcrowded, not to mention loud.  Where I live it takes forever to get anywhere and the roads in my neighborhood aren’t exactly roads so much as they are dirt lanes with rocks thrown in to fill up the holes.  Not exactly the bumpy ride you want to go on when you’re drinking (okay…drunk). I mean, it’s liable to force you to revisit your entire evening of food and drink.

I could claim that I’ve reached a certain maturity (Remember?? I mentioned my birthday first thing…) that allows me to reflect on the fact that I don’t really need the hustle and bustle of the pub scene or a fancy dinner at a restaurant with cocktails after in order to enjoy this trifecta of holidays….I could say that drinking followed by the carnival ride that is the commute through my neighborhood is a dangerous and irresponsible thing to do, especially given the number of deer and such that frequent the area.  There are so many valid reasons for my lack of bar-hopping motivation.

The fact that there is a 24-hour Doctor Who marathon on is completely irrelevant.

Merry Christmas!


This is my cat…her name is Kit a.k.a. Kitten. I know, I know, it’s real original…not. She loves nothing more than attention and she enjoys wearing her Christmas finery. She’s a real sweetheart. Well, as my friends would tell you, I’m an animal advocate and work towards helping animals. At this time of year as we all celebrate with family and friends, I hope that you will also keep the animals in your thoughts. So many are in need. May the peace and warmth of the season reach us all, humans and animals alike. Merry Christmas everyone!

A Cheerful Christmas Story (or How Santa is Being Used and Abused)

naughty list Time for a rant. So, my daughter and I were at the Fresh and Greens the other day and we saw this little girl, maybe 5 years old. Well, first we heard her. We didn’t see her till later. And that would be because she was in the walkway at the end of the cash registers on the floor. You really couldn’t see her unless you looked for her….or was trying to say…leave the store (since she was blocking the walkway). You could certainly hear her though.

Being the time of year it is, it was about Christmas. Of course….it had to be, right? She was repeatedly yelling that she wanted presents for Christmas and for Santa to visit her – all in that whiney little voice that only a child’s own mother can tolerate. I was a little late to the party here, but I gathered from the cashier that this precious little light of mirth had demanded candy or whatever and her mother said no. Not only that, the mother had poured a healthy amount of salt in that wound by additionally threatening that Santa wouldn’t visit unless she behaved. Bad move, mommy. That bold faced lie unleashed the kraken hiding within her doe-eyed daughter turning what may have been a manageable tantrum into full on psychosis displaying itself for all to see on the floor of this grocery store.

We all have our parenting style and I’m not (fully) criticizing what this mother did next. I’m just saying that it’s not something I would do and leave it at that. So the kid is screaming full blast and this mom, rather than step away from her conversation with the cashier, decided instead to proclaim to the child, “NOW, Santa won’t visit or bring you presents unless you get up off the floor.” Right.

Well you would have thought that she’d sent an electric shock to this child. The little girl splayed herself across the floor with flailing limbs that resembled an 80’s break-dancer and her voice reached a pitch of whine that I thought only possible in a machine shop. And, almost impossibly (but I swear it’s true), her repeated demand that Santa must visit her and must bring her presents, got even louder. It was truly a sight to behold.

Unfortunately the first possible collateral damage entered the scene in the form of an elderly woman who had had enough and had decided that no matter how curious she might be to see if this demon girl’s head was going to start spinning she’s got other things to do and tried to make her way out of the store. She had to gingerly make her way past this kid without having a leg taken out from under her and breaking a hip. Wonder what Santa would’ve said about that!?

And the mom of this lovely floor ornament? Well, the mother, to her credit, was not the least bit fazed or concerned, certainly not enough to become a proactive participant in this wild scene. In fact, you’d barely know she had a child at all. Instead of physically removing the child from the aisle so the elderly woman could get by safely (which would have been the LEAST of my kids’ problems had this been them), she simply continued repeating her mantra ….”Santa won’t visit unless you get off the floor” from the relative safety of the checkout line. What kind of idiotic bribery is this? Good grief, the parenting skills that people use today! Oh wait…skills implies talent or useful abilities. Scratch that. Good grief, what passes as parenting these days!

I mean, really? Let’s do a little play-by-play. First the girl misbehaves. Next, mom pulls out the Santa’s Watching card. So of course the girl’s natural reaction is to throw herself down on the floor. Santa’s watching after all, right? Magically though, now Santa visits tantrum throwing kids just so long as they don’t throw their tantrum while flailing about on the floor or take out the elderly woman trying to exit stage left. Talk about a bit of holiday spirit perversion. I think Santa would be appalled if he knew he was being used in this manner

I wish I could be a fly on the wall of that household when the natural dynamic of this mother and child hits the teenage years. Now that should be a party! Bet Santa’s invite to that one gets lost in the mail.

Let the party commence!

Hello and welcome to my blog! I’m very happy you’re visiting but let’s just go ahead and be honest right off the bat because this relationship—the intimate bond between anonymous blogger and reader— should really be about trust, right? With that in mind I have to confess that as of right now…I can’t really tell you what this blog is going to be about. The “hook” as they say in the industry. I know, I know, it’s horrible. Here I am as your guide, your ambassador into this new online portal and I can’t even tell you what to expect. As a consolation I do have a couple pieces of concrete information that can maybe offer some meager amount of security.

  1. My name is Wendy.  Hello again.
  2. I have two kids who are the loves of my life.
  3. I wish I lived in Ireland.
  4. I am trying to be vegetarian but so far failing miserably and that bothers me.
  5. ……..

Yep, that’s all I’ve got.  Sure, I could tell you my age, hair color, blood type, zodiac sign, and shoe size, but those nuggets will end up being scattered non-strategically throughout the blog anyway I’m sure. The focus here is not telling you about who I am, but rather relating with you through the communication of experiences and emotions. I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a rollercoaster ride. One day I may write about animal advocacy and then seamlessly shift to another entry that could be a dissertation on the glowing merits of Despicable Me.  After that maybe an exuberant rant on a newly discovered cheap chardonnay you would swear Trader Joe’s paid me to write. That might be followed up with a trip up, over, around, and down the ol’ family tree where I expose my roots which could lead into recalling a disastrous hair dyeing fiasco where I tried to hide my roots. See what I did there? Nice pun, right?  My family of course provides much of the inspiration and will probably be discussed way more than they would like.  That should be fun.

Anyway, while I’m not quite sure what the nucleus of this blog will be, my main hope is that you dip, swerve, and zigzag in your enjoyment. I invite you to laugh at my blunders, empathize with my yearnings, become prone to fits of welcome nostalgia, leave the page with a sense of warmth, and return when you need to be in touch with a friend.

Let’s go on an adventure, shall we?