SIDENOTE: a holiday before the holiday

And so I'm back.  A holiday before the holiday if you will.  Mental fatigue from work and the season has kept me away, not to mention priorities of drinking wine, eating my face off and making the best of what's left of 2011.  Finished up the wedding season finally this past Saturday - with a solid 4 month hiatus before any further bridal/wedding obligations hit the calendar.  (Seriously, I just high-fived myself)


Now I know good ol Nick is making his rounds and checking that list twice.  But perhaps some sidenotes you can check out too:


For starters the freak boy who cut in front of me on the subway platform with sandals on and toes that looked way too much like fingers, did not start my day off on the right foot.  Yea, I know. Funny. Stop.  But what did kind of turn my frown upside down was the man that shoved the woman getting off the subway and that same woman who then ran across traffic, took a photo of said man with her iPhone and told him she was going to find him. I laughed mainly because, no ma'am. You won't.  There's not yet a Shazam for men who abuse you on public transportation.  If there was, girls my age would know about it and use it to track down cute guys who they swore stared at them the whole ride and like practically proposed with their eyes while getting off at the Christopher Street stop.


I'm excited it's starting to feel a lot like Christmas, which hasn't been as cool since I stopped cutting toys out of the Toys R Us Big Book and gluing them to a collage for SC to buy me everything. Everything. Santa sure knows how to win over a girl.  But on that note and in the holiday spirit I stumbled upon this little gem of a note.  I'm pretty sure I probably have written something like this.  In better handwriting.  With 100% of the words spelled correctly (just saying). I was smarter than little Claire, yet totally get where she's coming from - the hole puncher shows she's practical and organized and a Virgo.  And clearly her brother shouldn't be rewarded for messy handwriting.  You see something, you say something ... and this needed to be brought to Santa's attention.

Additionally, I was excited to receive a holiday pickle over the weekend (yea, you read that correctly).  Offended that I was just learning about this in my old age, I relished in my secret santa gift of a pickle ornament.  German tradition dictates that it's to be hidden in the tree for the "kids" to find and receive an extra gift.  We didn't do this as a child - probably because the rentals tried to keep things more kid-friendly on our tree.  We didn't hide meatballs or dried sausages - I don't think that's true Italian tradition. Because I'd be just as excited to find a real pickle under the tree, I'll be sure to start this tradition moving forward and hope it doesn't lead to any awkward birds + bees talks.


And so ... this is what my tired brain has allowed me to lay down here.  Perhaps some much needed time off and rest/relaxation (read: more food, drinks and socializing) will get me back into the swing of things.  


-HMOH