Today is November 30th. The last day of NaBloPoMo. And I made it. I blogged every. single. day. for a whole month. This makes me 3 for 3 (there have only been 3 NaBloPoMos so far, right?) when it comes to NaBloPoMo. I consider it a pretty big feet this year considering I have now blogged more in the last 30 days then I did in the whole 6 months preceding November.

Speaking of feet, it’s been a NaBloPoMo tradition of mine to post a photo of my toe socks. Except today is the last day. And I’m not wearing any toe socks. (I know. Blasphemy!) So here’s a shot of my pretty star knee highs that I’m wearing today (again thanks to Sock Dreams who truly make all my sock dreams come true…and they don’t even pay me to say that).

There. Now your life is complete. You’re welcome.

Like many girls, I spend a lot of time obsessing about all the things that are wrong with my body. One eye is higher on my face than the other. My eyes are lazy and rarely work together. My nose is too wide. My top lip is too thin. My boobs are too small. My stomach is riddled with stretch marks. My butt is too flat. My knees knock…

Sadly I could go on.

And now we’ve entered the holiday season. It starts with us stuffing our face full of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie (yum! pumpkin pie!) on Thanksgiving and continues through Christmas cookies, Christmas dinner, more pumpkin pie (yum! pumpkin pie!) to glasses bottles of champagne on New Year’s Eve. And then on New Year’s Day we resolve to take off these extra pounds with exercise and diet. And by January 3rd we’ve already chosen to ignore that resolution completely.

This year I’m just going to skip all that. I’m going to eat whatever I want to. I’m going to resolve to do fun things I know I can actually accomplish, like drink more wine. And I’m going to ignore my inner voice and instead learn to love my body.

So here is a list of things I love about my body.

I’m tall which means I can see over all the short people.

I have long arms so I can reach things on the top shelf. Without a step stool.

I have long legs which apparently guys think are sexy. And I’ve found more stores that carry 36 inch inseams. Rock on.

I love my auburn hair. It’s unique. And it’s almost like a hologram. Depending on the light it’s either red. Or brown. In high school one of the foreign exchange students actually tried to dye her hair my hair color. Talk about flattering.

I love my hazel eyes. Another hologram. Depending on the light, what I’m wearing, the angle you look at them, whatever…they are either green. Or brown. Plus they are the same color as Lee’s. So we match.

My boobs are small. So I sometimes feel like a pubescent boy, but at least I can go for a jog without having to tape those puppies down.

I have stretch marks on my tummy. My bikini days may be over (at least until I can convince Caleb’s plastic surgeon to give my belly a little tuck for a helluva price) but my stretch marks are little marks of love for the four children I carried. (Ok, I’m still learning to love the stretch marks, but it sounded good didn’t it?)

So what do you love about your body?

Last night we took the kids to the local community theater production of Annie. It really brought back some memories for me. Annie was the first show I saw on Broadway and I fell in love with it. I wanted to be Annie from that point forward. As I got older I realized I couldn’t sing. Or dance. So Broadway probably wasn’t my thing, but I still love the theater to this day.

We are season ticket holders to local community theater. As season ticket holders we get coupons for free sodas. Last night I handed a coupon to each kid and told them to go get whatever they wanted.

After a few minutes Keaton came back with a soda. And Spencer was following behind with tears starting to form in his eyes and a pout on his lips.

“What happened?” we asked.

I figured Keaton must have done something to him…like usual. But actually this time Keaton didn’t do anything. And that was the problem.

“I was standing there and they helped Keaton but they wouldn’t help me,” Spencer sobbed.

The problem is Spencer is pretty shy. So they probably didn’t realize Spencer wanted anything because he wouldn’t speak up.

I said, “You’ve got to tell them what you want. Go back and get yourself a soda.”

Spencer didn’t want to go by himself. He was too scared. So Keaton grabbed Spencer’s ticket and went to go buy him a soda. But before he walked off he made a snide comment to Spencer…like usual.

Spencer pushed Keaton and Keaton almost fell over the row of chairs in front of us.

We all yelled at Spencer to knock it off and watch his temper.

“But he called me antisocial!” Spencer bellowed.

Grandma said, “So? That’s not a bad word.”

Spencer said, “It means I’m not good with people.”

And apparently that’s a bad word in Spencer’s dictionary. But at least he knows what it means.

Today was Black Friday. I’ve already talked about how I feel about Black Friday. I think those of you who get up earlier to save a few dollars on toys and electronics and appliances are insane in the membrane.

This year I learned that some places opened at 12:01am (Toys R Ss and the outlet mall I’m snarling at you) so people could shop there first. Then, when they were done there, they could head over to the department stores that opened at 4am. Great! ‘Cause we really need more deranged, even more sleep-deprived people battling over the last Nintendo DS at 4am.

That’s just crazy people. There should be absolutely no shopping at 4am. Ever. Unless it’s for sex toys. On the internet. When you are suffering from insomnia. I’m just sayin’.

Last night we let Keaton spend the night at a friend’s house. A friend who lives right across the street from Wal-Mart, down the road from Target, and a hop, skip and jump from Toys R Us. Around 12:30am Keaton left me a text message to call him right away. I had already put my phone away for the night so I didn’t see his texts until this morning afternoon (cause I celebrate Black Friday by sleeping ’til noon). Apparently he wanted me to transfer the money I owe him for babysitting in to his saving account.

Because he was out shopping in the middle of the night.

Lunatic. I really thought I had taught him better than that.

He and his friends battled their way through Toys R us for a while. But Toys R Us was all out of the iPod Touch. So they headed over to Target and Wal-Mart to stand in line. Keaton was 4th in line at Target. With no money.

Why?!? I have no idea. To be young. And foolish. I guess.

After a couple hours, around 3am, he was starting to get tired. And bored. And cold. So he offered up his spot in line. For $10.

$10?!? I KNOW I taught him better than that. Fourth place in line is at least worth $50. Clearly there are so many things I have left to teach him.