Linus and Lucy

My second festive song for 51 Weeks: 51 Songs from the Past is Linus and Lucy. Although not really a holiday song, it is featured in A Charlie Brown Christmas and is often associated with Christmas.

Recorded in 1964 by Vince Guaraldi Trio, this jazz piece has been the opener for several Peanuts movies and is a standard Christmas classic.

The song is named for Linus, Charlie Brown’s best friend, and his sister, Lucy, Charlie Brown’s nemesis. I tried digging into why this song was named after Linus and Lucy but was unable to find anything.

This song always fills me with energy and I have to resist the urge to break out into a very clumsy (and horrifyingly humiliating) Kat dance. In my head, I like to think I look like one of the twin girls who mirror each other, but in my heart I know I just look ridiculous and like I’m having some kind of fit.

The kid in the orange shirt doing the shoulder shrug dance move is the coolest by far. The guy doing the zombie walk in the back is another favorite.

And dare I mention the ending with Snoopy dancing his heart out and upon seeing the expression on Lucy’s and Schroeder’s faces blushing and slinking away….


Hope you are getting into the holiday spirit!




The Angel on My Tree

Originally written two years ago, I’m sharing this post again for all of those moms of transgender kids who find themselves struggling at this time of year.

IMG_9297This will mark our sixth Christmas since Kris came out as transgender and navigating the holidays has been a journey in itself. I’m happy to report that each year it becomes less and less of an issue. This year is probably the first one that will only find me shaking my head at the ornaments and wondering what’s next.

Whether you are facing your first Christmas or your tenth since your child came out, if it is causing you to feel sad or a bit blue, please know that in time, it will get better. You won’t be in this place forever and you are not alone.

Dandelion Fuzz

The holidays can be a difficult time for many people for any number of reasons. The list is endless. For me, my downfall is the ornaments on our tree. Since Michael’s first Christmas 25 years ago, my kids got ornaments with their name and the year on them. Some years I would also get a personalized family ornament. Then lets add in the ones given as gifts over the year, always with a name on them. That’s a lot of ornaments.

When Kris first came out as transgender, the impact of opening the boxes that first Christmas and seeing the name that I had given my daughter times 18 (and more) caught me off guard. That first year, all of the ornaments with Kerri’s name on them were put away in a separate box. During year two, I braved that smaller box and studied each ornament, determining which ones would survive…

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Happy Holidays!

It’s difficult to not get caught up in the holiday spirit this time of year. It’s all around- from the commercials and favorite Christmas movies to the holiday specials on television. Houses are decorated, stores are filled with holiday cheer and holiday sales. It seems like the more you might try to resist, the more invasive it becomes in your life. Luckily, this year I’m not fighting it. And the one thing that puts me in that holiday mood more than anything else is music.

The video I’m sharing is Happy Holidays/White Christmas performed by Barry Manilow. I love the energy he brings to his performance.

51-weeks-51-songs-from-the-pastFor 51 Weeks: 51 Songs from the Past, Hugh asks us to share a festive song.

Hope you’re kicking off a festive holiday season!


One Word Photo Challenge: Appliance

Twizzler is back and this year he’s more mischievous than ever.


Imagine 6 year old CJ’s delight when he found our elf, Twizzler, leaving us a surprise on top of the stove! Who knew that elves poop mini chocolate chips?

This post is in response to One Word Photo Challenge: Appliance.


How I Found Myself on a Quest of My Own

It all began with a post. When I read that my blogging friend, Hugh, was visiting New York City, I was excited to hear about his trip. You can read his first post about the trip here → New York, New Hugh – What Really Happened – Day 1 As I enjoyed Hugh’s recounting of his adventures at the airport, on the plane and finally reaching the Big Apple, he also threw out a teaser. He was on a mission while in NYC, but in order to find out if he was successful, I needed to read all 5 parts.

And in the end, it came down to Christmas socks. But not just any Christmas socks. Men’s Christmas socks. Hugh also wrote about why they make the perfect present. Why Christmas Socks Make The Perfect Present

Hugh came to the conclusion that men’s Christmas socks just weren’t as big as a deal in the US as they are in the UK. The minute I read this, I thought that couldn’t be possible. Over the years I had purchased decorative socks with all sorts of festive patterns for husband, hadn’t I? Hmmmm This got me thinking and I realized that it had been a few years since I had filled Mr. K’s stocking with some funny socks. But they had to be out there. I was just sure of it.

And so, in the midst of my holiday shopping, I set out to find men’s Christmas socks. It became my own person quest and while I couldn’t solely devote  large chunks of time to my investigation, I worked it into my Christmas shopping.

Since I spend half my waking life at Target, it seemed like the obvious place

Target Christmas SocksThere you have it. The one and only pair. Yup. That’s a cactus wearing a Santa hat and wrapped up in Christmas lights. Why? I don’t know. It was just hanging there among the black socks like it had every right to be there. Why the cactus? Illinois is not known for its cactus population. That should have been my first clue.

Ross for Less- nothing

T. J. Maxx- zip

Things were not looking good. I spent too much time staring at rows and rows of boring men’s socks. Not a Christmas sock to be found. I was ready to give up. Other than one lonely pair of cactus socks, I had found nothing.

Then I found myself wandering through Old Navy and my spirits lifted. I saw some bright welcoming colors calling me from across the aisle and lo and behold, it was on the men’s side of the store.

Boxers. Lots and lots of cute Christmas boxers. Very cute boxers. But not a pair of Christmas socks to be found.

I was ready to admit defeat. Apparently Christmas socks were a thing of the past not only in NYC but also in Midwest suburbia. I made a mental note to check in with Hugh and let him know that he was correct. Apparently American men did not do Christmas socks anymore.

And then a few days later, as I was looking through my bags, preparing to wrap presents, I found a large Kohl’s bag from that long forgotten (but not so long ago Black Friday shopping excursion Shopping With CJ and Buzz).

I sifted through the Star Wars t-shirts- one for each brother, set aside the “Best Little Bro” hoodie and fire engine sweatshirt- both size 18 months for Beej next year, stacked the “Grandkids” frames that I purchased for myself and Jasmine’s mom to celebrate our grandsons, refolded the three firefighter themed shirts for CJ (I swear I told him to pick out his favorite- I don’t remember buying all three!) and reached into the very bottom of the bag. My hands closed around something knit. Three somethings to be exact. I pulled them out and stared down at the set, as if seeing them for the first time.

christmas socks

But this was not the first time I was seeing them. I had stood at an end cap in Kohl’s on Black Friday, trying to keep track of a rambunctious 5 year old and his Space Ranger companion while I picked out Christmas socks for my sons. Looking back, I recall there being more than three styles but not much more. I guess this speaks to my state of mind and the level of my distraction this holiday season, right?

The far left ones, which read Nice on one side and Naughty on the other were for Michael, the middle “Happy Elfin’ Holiday” were fitting Andrew’s sarcastic wit and the penguins shouted Kris from the minute I saw them.

And upon telling Kris of my quest to find the socks, he kept an eye out for them himself. Although he did not locate any men’s Christmas socks, he did find these for me (at Kohl’s)-

christmas socksI’m fond of my pink ugly sweater Christmas socks.

And I’ve come to the conclusion that Hugh, you must be right. Other than that smattering of socks at Kohl’s, those socks remain elusive…..