1. What do I do here again? I need job training.

2. It was cold at 6am. Also, I wanted to go back to sleep.

3. There was an ad in the subway for “Alvin & The Chipmunks” - a digitally animated movie. With Alvin et al dressed like rappers from 1982. Velour track suit? Check. I bet they’re wearing K-Swiss shoes and some major bling, too. WTF?

4. Sign in the Port Authority: “Due to inclement weather in the Lincoln Tunnel, Expect Delays.” There’s WEATHER in the tunnel?! Seriously? What, like a rogue thunderstorm snuck into the tube and is raining under the river? Weird.

5. Not being 9 months pregnant, as I was the last time I went to work, means I can walk a LOT faster AND in kickass high heel boots. This made the commute a LOT easier. Except for the part wherein I had to DO the commute. 

1. Freebird and I went grocery shopping tonight, and then went to “look at all the lights.” I posted a query to a local group asking where good houses with great light displays were, and one woman gave me a street in the next town over, and said it would be worth our while to get over there.

Oh my ever lovin’ electric bill. The whole house, the roof, the side yard - covered with lights. There were stars on the chimney and two nativity scenes on the lawn, light up reindeer, angels, stars and trees, and THEN their garage was open so you could walk in. Music! More light! An entire village of head-bobbing snowmen, and a big train going through a miniature town lit up with tiny lights, complete with big waterfall in the middle. Elves making toys, and going fishing in ANOTHER pond in the garage - I’m not even kidding. Freebird and I were staring at everything. He was SO stunned. I was too. It must have taken hours to set that up.

Then as we were leaving, Freebird saw a house with a few rows of blue lights outlining the windows, and he said in a really loud voice, “OH, look at THAT! BLUE lights! Go Mommy! Go see the blue lights!” So, want to impress my son with your electric holiday dazzle? Blue. It’s all about the blue.

And a giant inflatable Pooh bear will give him great joy, too.

2. Tomorrow I’m going back to work. I’ve decided not to think about it. Wonder how long I can get away with that. 

I’m in the living room listening to Hubby get both boys ready. Normally, like, say, Monday (*sigh*) I will be gone by now, on a bus into Manhattan. So I’m listening to the sounds of Hubby waking up, dressing, feeding, and talking to both Baba and Freebird, which normally I won’t hear.

It’s a weird feeling. Also sad. I don’t really want to think about Monday, but there it is, first in line on the next page of my weekly agenda. Hi there, Monday. I’m not terribly looking forward to you.

Time for coffee. Caffeine makes it better.

Either militant breast cancer activists were loose in my backyard
with pink spray paint, or people are coming to remove the trees to
get ready for excavation and construction.

It seems like it is taking forever, but I know once they get started, that will seem even longer than the waiting. But still, I can’t wait for the new kitchen.