I know. I know. It's been a long time.

.5 pounds up (ummm...too much holly jolly Christmas).

New job is almost as fabulous as the man friend I come home to each night.

Oh, and I'm at this very moment in M-i-n-n-e-s-o-t-a celebrating the holidays.

Merry Christmas. 

My New Year's resolution?

To blog more ;)

Wednesday is weigh-in day!

I'm going to have to keep this short.

Either someone was just shot in our kitchen or we had a Manwich explosion.

Judging from the lack of police tape and my sloppy Joe stuffed belly, I'd guess the Manwich explosion.

By some miracle of God or perhaps sheer luck that calories consumed on Thanksgiving (or the days before or after) don't really count, I managed to lose (not gain!) half a pound this week. Which puts me down 8.5 pounds from November 1, and 14.5 pounds since January 2008, when I began trying to slim down in general.

The new vending machines at work however could pose a minor problem. I mean, who doesn't love an ice cream sandwich at 8:58 a.m.?

It's a blustery day in the neighborhood

The days the phone would ring before 6:30 a.m. were always the best.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, shivering in my Disney Princess pajamas, I'd creep from my cozy twin bed to the kitchen, the master domain of my parentsprior to my awakening every morning before school. If Dad was home thestakes were higher. If he had left and not returned, it meant a few hoursspent in my plaid uniform were likely on the menu.

I'd wait for my mom to speak the precious words that even 23-year-old Amy is still longing to hear today.

"Go back to bed. Today's a snow day."

Certain perks accompany the title of "teacher's daughter." Perhaps the cushiest in the months of November -March was the fact that as your fellowclassmates begrudgingly showered and got ready for school you slumbered peacefully because your mom had known before anyone else that today was a snow day.

And of course, being the great mom she was, she told you before you even let the toothpaste hit your pearly whites. And best of all, since mom was a teacher, you got to spend the whole day with her, drinking hot cocoa and watching daytime television.

Okay. Maybe the daytime television was not the best of all.

I have come to loathe snow days. Nothing has me clutching the beads more than blowing snow and black ice when the Happy Honda ventures out. But deep down inside, as the weather reports interrupt my regularly scheduled programming and the groans emerge before I can even give them a second thought, my stomach does a little flip.

A foot of snow? Any chance I can get a sled and a side of hot cocoa withthat?

Impatience is my virtue

Snow covers the pond just outside our patio. The Christmas tree glitters amidst the gloominess of the Sunday afternoon. Sirius Pops plays on as eight little presents await their final component before they can be wrapped and placed under the tree.

And I wait. And wait. And wait.

Has it even been an hour since Seth left for Target? I don't know.

For reasons I can't seem to wrap my mind around, I'm missing Seth these days more than when we were separated by hundreds and hundreds of miles. 9 a.m. on a work day. At choir practice. Sitting on the couch waiting for him to return from an errand to Target.

As if I didn't have about 50 Christmas cards to finish and dishes to do.

Confession time

Now that a certain Archbishop Dolan is no longer my boss it is monster confession time.

Not that most of you didn't already pick up on it.

Yes. Seth and I are living together.

It's a matter of common sense. Money wise. Time wise. Love wise.

Why pay extra money to be separated from the one you love?

My thoughts exactly. 

Now if you'll excuse me, we have a noisy neighbor with an overachieving subwoofer to attend to.