He started off fairly harmless. Cheeky, my Elf on a Shelf, was impish, mischievious even, but harmless. We’d find him under planters, in pockets, or hiding in the refrigerator. He was like a long lost friend. We sought him and were excited to find him. It was typically accompanied by merriment and laughter! Cheeky…
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The Adventures of Cheeky!
This is Cheeky: He’s my Elf on a Shelf. I took one look at those shifty eyes and crooked grin and knew he was impish. Worthy of the name Cheeky! My friends Sara and Stephanie bought him for me last Christmas, but I didn’t get him until January so this year is his debut. If…
Santa Claus CAME to Town
You read that right. While the rest of the world is waiting for the elusive house guest to leave some treats for them, I’ve already seen him. I heard the commotion. But it didn’t sound like hoofbeats on the roof. It sounded like a long, droning, loop of siren. As if the fire truck was…
Spiritual Chappiness
When I fly, I do nothing but sit for hours and hours and yet I am exhausted when I finally arrive. How does that happen? My friend, Tracy, and I discussed this phenomenon and described the feeling of being dehydrated, dry, sore, and tired after flying. We decided that it was akin to having chapped…
What’s New? Christmas Update, Part II
“Hey Kelly, what’s new?” I hate this question. Don’t ask me this question. If you do, you’ll see a vein pop out of my forehead betraying my true feelings. I hate it because, in some ways, nothing in my life is new. I work at the same job, live in the same house, go to…
Christmas Update, part I
Dear Beloved, Merry Christmas from the Wayrad household! Our year has flown past! Chasing after two little ones is the most rewarding and exhausting thing I’ve ever done. 2011 has been year full of potty training (for mommy AND baby!) bedtime stories, and celebrating our sixth year of wedded bliss. Life is good… Okay, now…
Singleness and Bridget Jones
“I’ll finally die, fat and alone. And be found three weeks later, half eaten by wild dogs.” Ah, Bridget Jones. The woman. The legend. I know of so many women, including myself, who can relate to her doomsday singleness mentality represented above. On my best days, I enjoy my singleness, my freedom, my ability to…
What am I Created For?
(Yes, the title ends in a preposition, Grammar-philes. Get over it!) “If you had a million dollars. What would you do for a living?” We’ve all heard it. Typically from the high school guidance counselor trying to guide us in future decisions. I’ve been thinking a ton about this lately. What is my ideal job?…
Done with To Do Lists
I’m done with to do lists. I think I keep 3M, the maker of Post-its in business single-handedly. I have oodles of lists all running concurrently. One for work tasks. One for home and chores. One for bills. One for the blog. One for Christmas presents, and shipping dates, and wish lists. You get the…
The Pothole Gospel
As a woman, it is one of the things I hate most. Car repairs. I hate not knowing the inner workings of my old Corolla friend. I hate feeling taken advantage of because of my ignorance. But mostly, I hate being stranded when things unexpected go wrong. This is where our story picks up. I…