Games

This year Alan's family did a kind of Secret Santa exchange. My sister-in-law Desiree bought for me. She's an avid game collector and my stash is lacking so I asked for some board games. She got me Pit, Apples to Apples, and a fine addition of Trivial Pursuit.

I'm hoping (hint hint) that when we get back to Kentucky my dear friends will indulge me in a little Saturday night competition. They are all great party games and, after all, that's what Saturday at the triplexes always is: a party.

Come on, get happy!

Over Christmas, I fell in love. With Guitar Hero. Stephen brought it over, I played it, then I couldn't stop. Alex and Stephen looked at me like I was nuts when I was going on my third hour of playing. They took Guitar Hero away from me. So sad.

But today I met Guitar Hero's little brother, Rock Band. He is bigger, he is better, he is all about cooperation...

Four solid hours of drums and guitar. My in-laws and husband make great band mates. I felt like a part of the Partridge Family.

So you can keep your Guitar Hero Stephen. I've found a new drug.

Go West Young Man...

Our family is in Washington for the week. After two seamless flights (I mean, people actually came up to us afterwards and told us what a good baby we have, even the crotchety old business men said it) we are happily settled in at Alan's sister's home.

Our nephews and niece are so big! I guess I forget sometimes that while our little one grows, so do everyone else's.

Last night we all hung out, played a rowdy game of Pit, today I went grocery shopping with my sister-in-law and she cooked a tasty Mexican dinner. Tomorrow it is church and who knows what. We all have fun when we are together, that is for sure.

Snow, Skinny Fat

Snow day today. Everyone over reacting, in my opinion. It is just a little snow but no one is on the road. Although, maybe it is less a fear of precipitation and more a good excuse to stay in. In that case, I'll take the cue from the locals.

On the Today Show yesterday there was a feature titled "Skinny Fat or Skinny Thin?" I couldn't believe it. They were talking about how some people think they are skinny, but they are really all fat underneath.

I'm sick of it. Not just sick of overly thin models and actresses, blah blah blah. I'm tired of women I know counting calories, calling three potato chips a snack, when they already look on the brink of snapping like twigs; ashamed of myself thinking not fitting back into my size 6 jeans after the baby is a travesty.

We should all strive to be healthy, but I don't think skinny is healthy for most people.

What do you all think? Please let me know.

Spring in January

I started blogging to tell the tales of Kentucky from my point of view. Well the Bluegrass is romancing me again. The past few days have been a warmly breezy 70 degrees. This is no New Jersey fake-you-out-in-March kind of day when you think Spring will be arriving shortly only to wake up to snow the next morning. Those days, though a nice reprieve, are far from being truly warm.

This is January people, and it is lovely! Folks are outside in their shirtsleeves, taking walks and looking up pleasantly puzzled at the sky. Record highs for this part of the country. Couldn't be better.

I know my southern friends are hardly impressed. They returned from a Christmas that was most likely balmy and beautiful. But this Jersey girl is reveling in the premature Spring.

"I'm living and breathing in a rat trap town
Trying to get over where the wall breaks down
Holidng my head up with my thin tired arms
And all my rainbow dreams"
-Steve Forbert