Every girl needs a red coat

And now I've got one!

I may even post pictures of me in it to satisfy your greedy eyes here in a few days.

It's a beautiful shade of red, like flushed cheeks after too much wine, or running about in the snow and kissing someone you love.

It's fully lined and super soft - a blend of cashmere and wool - very toasty indeed.

It's my favorite coat ever and it's the best present I've ever gotten, because I've been aching for a gorgeous red coat since the days of Adam and couldn't/wouldn't allow myself to indulge the dream.

Happy Chrismakuh!

So This is Christmas ....

and a happy new year!

I don't intend on blogging much in the next two weeks. I'm free of school, taking some time off work to visit family, and just generally plan on relaxing, skiing, spending time with Nick, and enjoying my holiday.

I've not really shopped for anyone, or done much of anything, and I'm perfectly fine with that. This is a very relaxed Christmas for me.

My sister just moved to a gorgeous house in Sacramento. I love it.

That's all I have for you.

Hang in there - I might write more later.

I hope everyone has a very happy Christmas, Chaunukah, Holiday!

Is it possible to catch face dandruff?

This is gross, so be warned.

I have chronic chin peel.

The good news is that means I've been skiing a fair amount (and yes, my legs can attest to that through their fiery pain), but when your face looks like it has dandruff I'm not so sure that's a good thing.

I wonder if Head and Shoulders would be too harsh for my face? Every time I itch it or rub it, flakes of dead skin rub off onto my clothing (yay for wearing black!) or my hand, or whatever.

It's really gross, and no amount of lotion it seems can cure it.

Does ski magazine talk about this phenomenon?

Fast Acetylators

My pharmacist just told me I was a fast acetylator. This explains why I have to keep upping my dosages of migraine meds and why I build up immunity to them so quickly.

Also, why I don't get so loopy when I take a Vicodin.

He even said that he would bet on the fact that I can drink a beer or two pretty well.

I can, in fact, drink a beer or two, pretty well.

Pretty damn well.

He said I have a lot of mitochondria. I say, thanks, mom. If it weren't for you, I couldn't do this.

Happy Birthday Ashley!!!

You'll probably never read this as you don't really know I have a website.

However, I'd like a history of how you spent your 12th birthday, so I'll keep it here. Today you were sick, with the flu, and probably a migraine. I think very soon you will be starting your period as these migraine things seem to come for us as our hormones change. (Big fat middle finger to whoever cursed us with this problem, and seriously, sticking it to my niece, you get the double finger, Jack Burger style from Sex and the City. Clown.)

Anyway, you spent today praying to the porcelain god. I taught you that phrase today. You laughed, although I'm pretty sure you didn't quite get it. Someday when you are hungover you'll remember I said it and hopefully you'll laugh through your spew.

Today you taught me that you know what it means when someone's balls drop. That was, ummm ... interesting, to say the least, even if it was a cat you were talking about.

You are growing up so quickly.

I remember the first time I really knew I loved you. We'd just spent the night together and you were maybe 18 months old. I woke up with you staring at me. Just laying there and staring, intensely, waiting for me to wake up and do the same. Thank god you've changed and claimed your heritage to be grumpy in the morning like the rest of us or I'm not sure this love would have maintained and grown.

You are amazing kiddo, even if you don't know it yet.

I look forward to many more puke filled birthdays, conversations about why the holidays suck, (they usually do in this family although even I admit they've been getting better in the past few years) and eventually I suppose we can move on to boys and why they suck and how they are confusing and breaking your heart.

I love you.

P.S. Wear your rubberbands, even when they hurt.

Always,

Aunt Sissy

A ski rack for me?

Santa just brought me a ski rack!

It was delivered to my work and I signed for it and then the questions began - these little bits and pieces of conversation that didn't make sense to me but that frankly I just didn't feel like paying attention to.

"Why did Nick somebody send Dr. X something?"

"Who is this person?"

"Is someone expecting something from a car dealership?"

Finally -

"Jocelyn, are you expecting something from Subaru?"
"Erm, no."
"Yes you are. Here it is. Nick sent it to you."
"Oh..."

It's a ski rack, to make Kirk a more honorable representative of Kirkwood.

Good thing I'm going back there very soon! I can test this new toy out!

Thank you St. Nick!

:)

Wind Chimes?

In pop songs?

Weird.