The Few Days Before

I think this is my favorite time of December, these last few days before Christmas.

Granted, they are usually crazy-busy with last-minute shopping (what the heck do I get my dad? A Walmart gift card?) and cleaning (I think the last time I dusted was 2010) and finishing work for the year (year-end giving is as predictable as my ability to ice skate again), but I feel like we are slowly easing into a day of bliss.

A day of pajamas and fudge and movies.

A day of rest.

SIDE NOTE: If you are reading this and are silently hating my guts because you currently have a dozen children, all of which are running around in varying degrees of nudity, or have to somehow wrangle your children so they can board a plane and fly across the country so you can eat three different kinds of jello salad, or you have a house that is so dirty that it would look better as a meth lab, please know this:

I am single and do not have children.

I only have one nephew who is now old enough to boss me around.

I am not traveling for Christmas nor is anyone visiting us (Hint, hint, Oklahoma family).

All of these things greatly contribute to a day in which I am the master of my own schedule. Little do you realize that I look forward to the day when I can embrace some of your chaos. But in the meantime, I will be praying for you and that all of you come out of this holiday season alive.

Besides, with only one good elbow, my activity options are limited to working the remote and snacking.

It's actually not a bad gig. 

Unlike many, I don't mind a bit of chaos this time of year. I thrive on dazzling Christmas parties and funky wrapping paper and homemade baked goods. I live for skirts that have sequins and houses that look like the Griswold's. And I am a firm believer that one can never, ever have enough salted caramel anything.

But something happens to me on December 20 that causes me to breathe deep. I feel a stillness, a sense of calm, which defies reason since apparently the world is ending tomorrow.

(In which case, can I get a "Hallelujah!")

It has taken four weeks, but I think all of the chaos has fallen away and the expectation of what is to come has settled in.

Advent has finally arrived.

And I welcome it with my whole heart.

The Prequel to the BEST Christmas Story Ever!

Hello friends. I am happy to report that my elbow is getting better. I was able to put my hair in a ponytail yesterday, which I consider my very own Christmas miracle.

Do you remember this clip from last year? It is one of my most favorite videos for so many reasons, the star and the sheep being two of them.

And did you know that there is a prequel to last year's video? Me either but I just sat and watched it five times. It is amazing.

I love the simplicity, the beauty, and the hope of this message.

It is exactly what my heart needed to hear. Enjoy.

Our Favorite Things Party

Last night was our Women's Group Christmas party. Usually, we swap names and exchange pajamas, but this year we decided to give each other our favorite things!

Kind of like Oprah but with a $5 budget.

I highly recommend this kind of gift exchange because you find new treasures that you realize you have wanted your whole life but didn't even know it. And it shows the fun, creative, artistic and ingenious side of your friends!

Here's the loot:

• Harry and David coffee and pasta from Kim, 
• Scentsy lotion that smells divine (Rachel is now selling it), 
• Handmade seasonal greetings that Abby printed and framed, 
• Bangles and a hand-sewn bracelet from Jenn,
• Minty green nail polish (the official color of 2013!) and a purse-sized nail file from yours truly,
• Travel-sized hair spray and brush from Natalie
• Heather's MOPS cookbook

I am amazed that we all came up with something different! And all for under $5. 

We are all just a a few million dollars away from having our own talk show.

Here we are holding our favorite things.

What you don't see is my gimpy elbow that I have conspicuously hid so that this Christmas photo will not be remembered as "the year Sarah cracked her elbow while trying to do a triple toe loop."

Instead, it will be remembered as my favorite Christmas party yet.

A Few More

Typing with one hand is not my favorite thing in the world but it could be worse. I could have a hook and that really wouldn't be fun for anyone. Poor pirates.

But my elbow is still in tact, although a bit bruised, cracked and swollen. My biggest complaint is not being able to fix my hair. There's nothing quite like an injury to help point out your vanity. The world will just have to embrace my straight, flat hair for the next few weeks.

Thankfully, my coworkers have offered to open a beauty salon in our office. I am thinking of showing up at 7:30 just so I could have a pony tail. Shoot, as long as they don't crimp my hair or give me a big claw for bangs, they can do anything they want! Stay tuned for updates on this experiment.

Since I am a bit slow at typing these days, I thought I would show you a few more pictures from NYC. I know you have been dying to see them.

The Empire State Building:













The Liberty Cruise:


















So beautiful and inspiring. I think there should always be fireworks around her.

The 9/11 Memorial:














This nearly knocked the wind out of me.





And finally, a little Stage Door Pizza:





Despite the gimpy elbow, it was a most perfect trip.

And the Diagnosis Is...

It appears that I may have a cracked left elbow with bruised tendons. I am rocking a sling and loving the pain medication.

It looks like typing with one hand will be my MO for a while.

I am so thankful this happened at the end of the trip. It was a fairly spectacular way to conclude our weekend. Go big or go home, right?!

Apparently, I did both.

Ice Capade Drop-Out

So, here's the scoop: we went ice skating tonight and it was Christmasy and spectacular and then I lost my balance and wiped out in front of hundreds of people.

I hate when that happens.




I knew I was going down. I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before the ice and I became familiar with each other, but the only thing I could think of was, "ACTIVATE YOUR CORE, SARAH! Activate your core!!"

Either it didn't activate or what did activate was deemed immobile by the pizza I had for lunch, but after what seemed like 4 minutes of flailing, I ate ice like it was a snow cone.

I laughed. Tara giggled. And I heard a few gasps from the crowd. All in all, I would say it was fairly magnificent. And somehow I managed to get up and keep skating.

I decided to share a couple of clips with you so you can hear about it. Also, please notice how well Tara skates. She is one bowl haircut away from being called Dorothy.

And after a few minutes, I noticed that my left arm began to ache. Here is Tara re-enacting my fall:

My left arm is now immobile and I am simultaneously typing this and eating M&MS with my right hand. Hopefully nothing is too wrong, I do so enjoy my left arm. But I am thankful that this happened on our last night.

Stupid core.

East Side

There is something magical about this crazy little strip of land. I have heard that a million times but I always underestimated it, probably because I was jealous that I hadn't experienced the magic myself.

But now, now I get it.

Tara and I walked the entire day, from 7:45am to 10:30pm. If my feet do not ever work again, I will blame the east side of this island. We trekked from 34th street to 90th street and back again. And from 3rd Ave to 8th Ave. I think we walked through approximately 2,307 cross walks, give or take 2,000.

In addition to the walking, we also did some eating. We ate anything we wanted because, you know, WE WALKED ALL THE LIVE LONG DAY.

For example, I ate a bagel with cream cheese, a coconut cupcake, some peanut butter frozen hot chocolate, a slice of pizza, bacon, honey roasted almonds, apple cider and a cookie.

And that was before noon.

Oh, I kid on the last part...but not on the list of food part.

Here are some more glimpses of the day:












































And with that, I bid you good night from the 29th floor.