Today was a different kind of Friday. It ended up being “date day” and I didn’t get anything else done at home including cleaning or writing. Once the kids were safely deposited at their respective schools, my husband and I hit the open road for a day together filled with “whatever.” He’s been working a lot lately for which we are grateful, of course. He surprised me with a rare weekday off and it was good to have that couple time. We had a lovely breakfast at a favorite cafe and tackled some errands including dropping my car at the mechanic’s (still waiting to hear on that and praying it’s easily fixed and most importantly, inexpensively), and various other stops including the dollar store, our wireless carrier, and the bank.
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As I drove to meet my (adorable) husband for breakfast this morning, the announcer on the radio station I was tuned into exclaimed, “Eight days ’til Christmas!” I felt momentarily slugged in the stomach. I knew what the date was but what went through my brain already full of thoughts was another one: “Eight days?! Surely you jest!”
I don’t generally write here about products or to promote things. But when I find something I really like, whether it’s a book, a website or a lipstick, I like to share what I’ve learned because I always enjoy hearing when someone else has found a great bargain, a trusted product, or something that truly works. We women have probably all bought and tossed blush that was the wrong color, foundation that was too light or dark, and wrinkle cream that didn’t perform as promised. From time to time, you may find me writing here about a product that I’m excited about, a website I enjoy or a bargain that I’m geeked about (because I do so love a good bargain!) I’m not paid to do any of those things. I’m just sharing the information love.
I had some talented guest writers this week. Hopefully you learned a lot and were entertained, as was I. To round out the week it feels only appropriate that I would share what Christmas looks like in my family. Growing up, I was the youngest of four children and I wasn’t close in age to my siblings (my siblings being 6, 10 and 12 years my seniors). But somehow it worked and my parents made sure of it.
Christmas was always a magical time for me growing up, thanks to the thoughtfulness and careful planning of my Mom specifically. Her gift was making people feel like a million bucks, special and treasured. So when a holiday rolled around, it was her time to shine, and she did it magnificently.



