Skip to main content

Dear Santa,

I miss when I was a little kid and I would sit on Santa's lap or write him a letter and magically some or all of the things on my list would show up under the tree! I stopped sitting on Santa's lap (because it just got kind of weird) and I stopped writing letters and - ugh - the presents stopped coming! So, it's obvious I need to write my Wishlist and send it to Santa...duh.

Here it is:

Dear Santa,

I have been a very, a pretty good...well, ok, I've been a mildly good girl this year. I was nice to my brother and sister MOST of the time and my mom and dad ALL of the time. I went to work every day and worked REAL hard! And I was only a LITTLE mean to the boys...but they deserved it! In exchange for all of my goodiness throughout the year, I would like the following:

*New Coach purse (or Ed Hardy or Gucci - I'm not picky)
*Lots of high heels & boots
*A $5,000 gift card to go clothes shopping (will gladly donate my ENTIRE current wardrobe to charity!)
*2010 Camaro (would prefer black but again, not picky)
*A new BIG apartment/Duplex/House rent free
*A 75% increase in my salary
*A pug puppy (because its a necessity to ask for a puppy on a christmas list)
*Nikon camera
*Big flat screen TV
*Sell my old house
*Never to have to pay for GAS again
*Tickets to see WICKED
*Sookie Stackhouse series
*One of everything in Victoria's Secret
*Spa Day - THE WORKS!
*Two months paid vacation from work - starting now


I can list SO many more things, but lets not get greedy! Santa is a busy man!

By the way.... 39 Days Till Christmas!!


Anonymous said…
LOVE THIS....I may have to try it myself! :)
Max's Mommy said…
Good luck with that! :D
Goldie said…
I figure it could hurt right?? ;o)

Popular posts from this blog

As Seen on Pinterest: Paper Towel Curls

I pinned this and put it under "Must Try" because seriously -- her hair looks SO CUTE and I want my hair to look like this:

And I can TOTALLY do that ya'll. So, I tried it.

Step 1: Start with wet hair. Me post workout shower [disregard the red face -- I look like my blood pressure is that of a 300 lb man in his late 40s really high after a run] with wet hair.

Step 2: Put mousse in hair, tie hair up in paper towel "curlers" rrrrreeeeaaaalllly tight. Sleep uncomfortably on back all night because said paper towel curlers are too tight. Wake up the next morning really excited -- you gonna be FABULOUS dah-ling [or so I thought].
I know I don't look excited but this is at 5:30 in the morning -- this is as excited as it gets.
Step 3: Take "curlers" out of hair and FREAK THE F OUT when you realize the curls are WWW***AAA***YYY too tight... worked a little TOO well. Maybe I need to just run my fingers through it. Yeah, I'll run my fingers …

Jason's Graduation: Part II

Dr. Allen, DC
4/5 of our marriage has been spent working towards this day. To say we are excited would be a great understatement. I can't even put into words how excited/happy/scared/proud/relieved, etc, etc, etc we are. There just are no words. Jason has worked tirelessly towards this goal. Countless hours of studying. Sacrificing time with me and the kids. And all the work he put in advertising and recruiting patients into the clinic. Personal training early mornings and late nights to help makes ends meet.  And I think of all the sacrifice we've made as a family. Living in a townhouse and then a tiny apartment. I've been the primary provider and a mostly single parent during some stages. And a constant cheerleader and standing behind pushing. We've both been pushing uphill for what seems like forever towards this goal. And we've made it. Not to discount his hard work, because he was the one who really accomplished this goal but I like to think we accomplished this …

Ramblings of a Panic Attack

I’m having a panic attack. These stupid meds are killing me. I hate them. Stick with it, stick with it, stick with it. I know it’s the meds. I just have to get through this and relax for a couple weeks. I hate this job. It’s not even that bad it’s just HORRIBLY boring. I don’t want to do this every day. I appreciate learning the process and gaining experience but it’s not what I like to do. I don’t even like accounting that much to begin with but there are aspects I like and I know it. The pay is killing me. I need money. I can’t continue to be completely broke before the first week of the month is over. Collections calls ringing all day. I’m applying to jobs like crazy. I’m trying so hard. I’m just going to keep pushing forward. Keep. Pushing. Forward. I hate that I wanted a life with Jason. That I was too blind to realize what he was. That I was ok with him even from the very beginning when I knew better. Why didn’t I want better things for myself? Seeing him makes me want to vomit.…