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From MSNBC.com:
George Lucas said Friday that filming of the long-awaited “Indiana Jones” movie will begin next year.
Harrison Ford, who appeared in the three earlier flicks, the last one coming in 1989, is set to star again.
Lucas said he and Steven Spielberg recently finalized the script for the film.
I can hardly wait!
I know, I know...for someone on a bloggy break, I'm sure posting a lot, right? Moving right along...
Wanted to show you this centerpiece I made for a New Year's Eve get-together we're having here with friends (notice I didn't call it a party. Real New Year's Eve parties involve cleaning your house and having no children present. These are the kind of friends who don't mind stepping over all the toys you have yet to find a home for, and they all bring their kids, because who in the heck can find a babysitter on New Year's Eve?)
Anyway, I saw this in a magazine and decided to try it. The concept is great, but the reality? It's either very cute or it looks like something my second grader made in art class--I can't quite decide. Still, it's a nice attempt at being festive. In case you're wondering, that's tinsel (on clearance!) in the glass vase, and craft foam (with a cardstock backing) sprayed down with glitter for the stars and numbers. I'll have it on a sparkly red tablecloth.
And honest-to-gosh, when I was drawing the numbers I was wondering to myself how on earth I was going to draw an even "8", until I remembered that we're coming up on, in fact, 2007, not 2008. And no, I wasn't even dipping into the champagne a little early.
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Happy new year, y'all!
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Now if only the weight I've gained could be put away that efficiently...
Oh, and just in case you're tempted to leave a comment complimenting me for being so organized, let me reassure you that A)this is the first time my Christmas decorations have made it down this early, B)the only reason they're all in plastic tubs is because last year's cardboard boxes were literally falling apart, C)the only way I could accomplish this was to let my kids watch TV all day, and I mean ALL DAY, and D)the rest of my house still looks like a bomb exploded at Toys R Us.
Feel any better?
Five-year-old Joseph overheard his big brothers discussing the fact that grown-ups sometimes kiss on New Year's Eve. His heart was quite heavy at this disturbing news, and he came to find me. Here was our discussion:
Joseph: Are you going to kiss Dad?
Me: Yes.
Joseph: Will you be wearing lipstick?
Me: Probably.
Joseph: Will you wipe it off first?
Me: I don't know--why?
Joseph: Well, you wouldn't want to kill him.
My grandmother gave my daughter these ruby red slippers for Christmas, and WOE BE UNTO THE PERSON who tries to remove said slippers from my daughter's feet. "Shooooooooooe!" she will wail and greedily stuff them back on her chubby little appendages (even at bedtime).
But OH, it's cute.
...or has your Internet been creeping along at a snail's pace the last two days? I've just figured that everyone and their dog is out spending gift cards online, because every site seems like one big trafficy mess. Are you having this problem?
December 26th always finds me battling melancholy.
After about five days of magic, the Real World comes roaring back in. I come down off my sugar high to find that my pants are a little tighter and my counters are sticky. There are piles of toys pushed against walls, and I have no idea where they will live. The children have that glazed look of overconsumption. Somewhere, under all these stray bits of wrapping paper, I think I might have carpet.
My family is back at their respective homes. Hubs is back at work. I turned on the news just now for the first time in five days, and they're still fighting in the Middle East and hollering in Washington D.C. My city's parking lots, which yesterday had a breather from the crushing weight of holiday traffic, are once again bursting at the seams with shoppers waving gift cards.
And I'm a little blue.
I want to shout at the world to Go Back! Life stopped momentarily, all because of a tiny little baby in a dirty barn. I want to stop and think about that a little longer. Do we really, really have to return to Life As Usual?
We do. Of course we do. Life marches on. The Gift of Christmas requires it. I could curl up in my new Christmas jammies and mourn the passing of the magic, or I could roll up my sleeves and jump back into a world that is still hurting, still confused, even after tasting the Holy.
Come on. Let's jump back in.
Okay, so I couldn't stay away. It's a sickness.
I had to show you the boys decked out in the pajamas/robes I made for them. They loved them--it was worth all the frantic, last-minute effort.
Hope your Christmas Eve was as lovely as ours. If you have never taken a five-year-old boy to a candlelight service, you have missed pyromania at its finest.
Merry Christmas, y'all.
(This blog now returns to its regularly scheduled blog break through January 1st. Or until I'm feeling bloggy, whichever comes first.)
Around the Dryer house we're busy decking the halls and dashing through the snow and, in all of it, hoping (unsuccessfully so far) for JUST ONE silent night (could I possibly have squeezed one more Christmas cliche into that sentence?).
Anyway, I'm stepping away from this bloggy business for a while to enjoy the festivities with my family. I'll see you back here on Monday, January 1st (no Works-For-Me Wednesday next week).
Whatever you're doing, wherever you are, may you step a little closer to that Baby in the manger to breathe in the hope that only He can bring.
Merry Christmas, friends. See you next year.
