Blessed Christmas gifts ...

Silas and I have damned fabulous day!  PJs all day.  Then, we cleaned ourselves up, dressed up, and headed to Anthony's in Edmonds.  We had a table right by the window and watched the sunset.  Silas, as per usual, ordered his clams.  The kid cannot get enough!
We came home and opened gifts and cookies and milk ready for Santa.
Today was good.  We needed that calm and mellow, as we had a bit of an "event" on Thursday night.
We met up with Don at Costco to get house stuffs.  I loaded the "stuffs" into my car and Silas and I headed home.  Don was supposed to follow us.
After a bit, I began to wonder if Don had missed a transfer from his chair to his car, as he wasn't home after we had made it there and unloaded all the groceries.  NO sooner than I thought that, my phone rang.
When I showed up to the scene, an entire city block was cordoned off.  Police, fire trucks, ambulances.
After running towards the ambulance, I saw his car.  A total loss.  The fire was out, but the smoke was filling up the sky.  The car was in completely molten.
The only reason he made it out is that an amazing couple with their baby and one of their mother's (of the couple) was passing by.  They dragged him out to safety and stayed until we left ... Don in an ambulance and Silas and myself following it to the hospital.
They stayed the entire time at the end of the block ...
There are angels amongst us.
Forever grateful for those amazing people.
Don (who is not the smallest person in the world) said that the man must have had some MAJOR endorphins, as he had Don thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
A holiday miracle.
xoxo
Anna

Karma, Baby ...

... Wasn't too, terribly, sure that I believed in it, considering all the wonderful people that I know who have suffered so badly.
But, I have a feeling that the theory might just hold a grain of truth:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUtMgSxokXU

"Karma Police"

Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in myths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

Karma police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

Kick-Azz day with the "Outlaws" ...

What an amazing day!
Grammie and Grandaddy made the trek from Yakima to Seattle to deliver some pretty, darned amazing gifts to Mosey and myself today.  Not only that, we had an out of body experience at a restaurant in Alderwood Mall.
First thing's first:  We circled the wagons at my house around 11:30.
Next thing's next:  We had to go to a mall ... my most hated place EVER!
I guess Hell would come in at a close 2nd.  But, I still vote ANY mall a firm first.
In any case, Santa's line had an hour and a half wait.  That was, immediately, a no-go for us.
So, we headed to lunch.
Wow ... lunch.  We went to a new restaurant in the mall where you do all the ordering yourself through a computer ... UMMMMMMMM ... Grandaddy and I finally figured out how to do it.  But, the system wanted us to triple-order pickles, or some nonsense.
Once we settled into our booth, we got our food.  It was great, great, great!  Now we know how to circumvent the system.
Back home, we opened our Christmas gifts, and gifts, and gifts, and MORE gifts ...
It was such a lovely, lovely day.
Thank you so very much Grammie and Grandaddy for all the love and support you have ALWAYS shared with us!
We love you to the moon and back.
xoxo
Anna & Silas

An "old" Wise Soul told me today ...

"You know, Mama ... While I was decorating my Christmas tree at school, Joey was decorating his Hanukkah Menorah.  Do you know what a Menorah is?  Do you know it has 9 candles?"
Ummmmmm .... Wow!
This little critter has more intellect/love in his little body, heart, soul and mind than I've had in my 37 years.
He and I have discussed, this year, that other people celebrate different religious holidays.
But, I was waiting to see what he'd see at school with all of his buddies that are of different religions to expound on it.
Si and I do not go to church.  He knows about prayer.  We do pray together;  not often ... but, we do.
He knows that I believe in a God.
But, I don't force the "sinnner/you must go to church to be a believer/all people that DO go to church are good" shit.  It's nonsense.
I saw enough of that hypocrisy in my own church, whilst growing up.  Amazingly enough, it was the adults that stirred the pot.  Funny ... the adults, probably, never knew that the kids talked about that.
I knew that he'd have questions and I was prepared to answer these.  However, I HAD NO IDEA that he would come home and tell me that he and all of his pals had been so very comfortable talking about the various holiday traditions.  Could care less what other people do on a Saturday/Sunday sabbath.  They all seemed so interested in each others' artwork.
It was amazing to hear this, as I am much more quick to judge than this sweet soul.
They were all so, so accepting and interested in the learning aspect of it ... as opposed to the judging.
We've come a long way as humans.
Though we still have a LONG way to go, I am amazed that my son is more educated than I was at 20 years old.
He is and will be my greatest teacher ... for the rest of my life.  I choose to learn from him.
Thank you, thank you Sir Silas.  You are an amazing gentleman.
xoxo
Mama