Friday, December 23, 2005

(letter to Santa, by way of my husband)

Dear Santa,

my husband asked me to send this to him as well. i know you guys are in cahoots, so i really don't mind.

i KNOW i have been a good girl this year (because i wasn't last year) and he can vouch for that. HE, on the other hand.... well.. he had a rocky start this year. but he's a very good boy now. i promise.

as good as he is right now, i wonder if i should even really be making a list. because having the man he is now is such a wonderful gift that i really couldn't ask for more. and we have a marriage again, too. which is nicer than it was, even from the beginning. there is joy and happiness and a love that i have never known. our house is filled with laughter and silliness, respect and adoration. these are gifts that i was unsure we could ever have again. so making a list for you, Santa, seems selfish. i have all that i could want. i have my husband back. no, i have the husband of my dreams. the white knight he promised me 5 years ago. so, he was a little late... i didnt exactly make his arrival easy. but he's here. and i am thankful and appreciative of the gift which is us.

but if you feel that i am deserving of more gifts, i have a small list for you.

* lime squeezer
* coffee-maker
* tea pot
* purple sheets for our bed
* barbie dreamhouse
* tonka dumptruck
* pedicure
* romantic time with my husband (making out, dancing in the courtyard, swinging in the park, showers together, picnic at palo duro canyon, etc.)
* and if its not too much trouble, can you put in a good word with mother nature that we would perhaps like an extra stocking hanging by the fireplace next year? or even maybe an easter basket the year after? it's not too time sensitive... just send her a cookie bouquet or something? thanks Santa.

but it's really ok if you just come to see eddie on christmas day. he's had a really rough year. and there are days when i don't make it easy for him to feel like we are moving forward. so he could use a little extra love. because i am working my little butt off loving him up as much as i can. it's a fun gig, but sometimes i need some outside help showing him how much i love him. you know, because i am biased.

i hope all of your journeys are safe this holiday season.

best wishes,
~christel elaine

Monday, December 12, 2005

fountain of youth

so, the main gay and i were talking about his new eye cream the other night. he told me that the man i saw before me would not be the same man the next day.

he would be "but a lad of 20 years"

i said, "lad???? hell with that shit, you'll be but a zygote"

and without skipping a beat, he says,

"but i don't have shoes for that!?!?!"

damn near peed at walmart.

Monday, December 05, 2005

in a word....


as in, "christel is spoiled ROTTEN."

wanna know why?

on the morning of my birthday, i finally got to open the james avery package that my parents sent . i had been DYING to get into it for about a week. i knew it was going to be something fabulous... and really wanted to see what it was. so, before i even got in the shower that morning, i tore into it. what did i find?

it looks a lot, if not exactly like this:

beautiful, no?


so i wore it to work and showed it off and kept checking it out in the track lighting. it is so pretty. i adore it! thanks mom and dad. i love you!

on my way home, E called to inform me that the gift he had for me (that he paid EXTRA to have delivered on saturday) would not be here until monday. he was bummed. i was bummed. but we had a magnificent dinner, and went shopping for our christmas tree.

cut to today. i am off work. sitting on the couch in my PJs, knitting (because i am a KNITTER) and the doorbell rings. we are expecting several packages. our new computer case, some cables, and a router for said computer and MOST importantly (at least to me) my SUPER FANTASTIC THING.... that i have had to wait 2 more days for.

the guy gives me the box for the case.. and then a smaller box.
i go pounce on my sleeping husband BEGGING him to let me open the box. he told me to wait until he got up. i told him i had waited long enough.
i took the box into the bedroom and he tells me "its probably just the router"

as i dig into the box, i find bubble wrap and a smaller box. a jewelry sized box. i can hardly contain myself. 2 jewelries for my birthday, YAY!

i open the box. and the velvet box... and inside was this:

no, i am NOT lying. and its even more spectacular than the picture shows. this sucker is HUGE!!!! it has to be at least 2 carats. and 6 diamonds on each side.

thank you so very much my sweet husband. i love you too!

so, i not only have a beautiful blue topaz to wear for EVERYDAY, i now have another one to wear for special occasions. you know, like Tuesdays.... or International Talk Like A Pirate Day.

last, but not least, i got a really cute coffee cup clock and coffee box from my aunt, sweet little initial hooks from my grandmother, which will be PERFECT for hanging stockings for The Fat Man. and from my floridian family, i got a huge metal sign that reads, "QUEEN"

fitting, no?

and from work, i got flowers and cake and whistles, and gifties, and several mentions on the radio.

so, thank you to all of you who made my day so very very special. i am such a lucky girl.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Once t’upon a time...

...there was a woman, who really really wanted children. Finally after 6 miscarriages she was finally going to carry a baby to term. She knew from the moment she conceived that it was going to be a girl. She called her Christel, even though her husband really wanted a boy and called it Bozo. But she was convinced beyond a doubt it would be a girl.

The pregnancy went along fine and mommie-to-be was happy as could be. The baby was not in a hurry to join the world. The pregnancy was 3 weeks past due and the mommie was miserable. She and hubby had done everything to hurry the delivery along to no avail. Then one night he comes in all excited that his friend Eddie has tickets to a San Antonio Spurs basketball game. The mommie is not excited, what if she goes into labor and he’s in the middle of a basketball game. This was before the age of cell phones. Anyway she said she guessed he could go so long as his friend’s wife, Carolyn, would “baby”sit her. Carolyn agreed and off the guys go to watch the Spurs.

The mommie and Carolyn played some cards. About 8:00 the mommie couldn’t get comfortable, her lower back was bothering her. So they stopped sitting in uncomfortable chairs and went in the other room to watch some TV.

Carolyn said that the mommie might be in labor, but the mommie said she wasn’t in pain, just uncomfortable. Finally about midnight the fellas arrived home. Needless to say, you can’t go to a Spurs game and not drink beer, so they were a little tipsy and a lot tired.

On the way home, the poppa asked if she wanted to go to the hospital, it was on the way home. The mommie had already been to the hospital once with “false” labor and didn’t want to do that again. She said, “no I’m not having any pains, let’s just go home and go to sleep”, which they did… for a while anyway.

About 1:00.the mommie’s water broke. She tried to wake the poppa up, but he wasn’t having any of it. When she finally convinced him that it was time to go he got in an all-out hurry. Meanwhile, the mommie was putting on a little make-up, after all this is a big day and she wanted to look her best. The poppa was antsy and was trying to rush her out the door.

Once they arrived at the hospital it was all excitement. But her labor was slow, slow, slow. The poppa was asleep (or maybe passed out) in a chair. Contractions were fast so the doctor started the epidural. Then her contractions stopped. They started her on a pitocin drip only to find out there was a hole in the tubing and most of the pitocin was in a puddle on the floor. The poppa woke up occasionally to see how she was doing, basically he was not much help.

Finally her contractions started again, she was completely dilated and they told her it was time to push. She was pushing good, but, wait, they realized she was not fully dilated to they told her to stop pushing. Now it really was time. They took her to the delivery room -by now it is about 4:30 the next afternoon. The epidural had worn off, so they did a spinal. She was exhausted and wanted to give up. The only thing that kept her pushing was that she really, really wanted to know if the baby had red hair. A very tuned-in nurse kept coaxing her to push by saying “we can almost see her, I think her hair is red, but push one more time so I can be sure”. Finally, after much pushing and then use of the “salad forks”, Christel was born. At 5:02 December 3, 1975. The mommie waited anxiously for that first cry. And did she ever cry, holler was more like it.

The mommie was totally worn out, and now she was numb from her toes to her throat, she had no energy to even cough. When they brought Christel to her to hold, she started crying, scared to death she would drop her. But the nurse helped her and she didn’t drop her.

She was the most beautiful thing the mommie had ever seen. And she came from her, you see the mommie was adopted and this was the first person in the world she was really related to. The mommie couldn’t stop crying, tears of joy, and exhaustion, and excitement, and more joy. It was almost too much emotion to handle.

Then they took Christel to the nursery and finished up with the mommie. After the mommie spent 3 hours in recovery she was finally allowed to go to the nursery to see her brand new daughter. And guess what that little girl was doing when the mommie saw her the first time---she was up on her elbows looking around at the world in amazement. And guess what, she still looks at the world in amazement and with a sense of awe.

Today she is 30 years old. She is the light of my life, my first and best treasure. I love her more than she will ever know. She has grown into a beautiful, witty, caring, sensitive, smart, loving woman. She is all the mommie every hoped for, and more.

Happy Birthday, Baby.

Love, The Mommie.