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Here are a few of my favourite Christmas tunes!  They’re not in order, and not all are the original video’s or anything but they’re fun to listen to!  Enjoy!  What are some of your favourite Christmas songs?

1) Alvin and the chipmunks

2) Dreaming of a white Christmas

3) Carole of bells

4) Green sleeves

5) Baby its cold outside

6) Feliz Navidad

7) Oh holy night

8 ) So this is Christmas **warning graphic images

Ok I’m going to go sponsor child right now, I just cried my eyes out watching this video. God bless all those suffering in war, and to all those who have lost loved ones.

9) Jingle Bell Rock

10) Mary Boy Child Jesus Christ

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So I was reading my Google reader this morning and Connie at The Young and The Relentless put this neat post up that she “borrowed/stole/copied” from Julie’s blog. 

All you have to do is type in your name and then needs, without the quotations, so here goes!

Erin needs another miracle…yes my son certainly was a miracle but I don’t want another one of those right now thank you very much.

Erin needs to wear shirts…Well I know I’m not the most fashion conscious person, I KNOW I put on a shirt in the morning!

Erin needs Dani to be good…  I don’t know a Dani, but I’m sure somewhere Dani should be good!

Erin needs facebook…yes, yes she does.

Erin needs new music…

What’s wrong with all  90′s all the time? Well maybe I could use a little bit of new music..just a little. Just don’t throw out my marky mark and the funky bunch (gosh can you believe he’s a serious actor now?)

Erin needs two more seconds…Doesn’t everybody? Can I have 5 more minutes instead?

Erin needs to visit the library soon…I guess I should, the doctor told me to check out a book about vaccines. I think I’ll procrastinate a little longer.

A little twist. here are the video results:

Needs a servant—did you read my Christmas list Santa?

Needs a drink—did you read my Christmas list Santa?

Needs to take her meds—did you read my—wait a minute, I’m not on any meds. Should I be?

Needs a break—and no kitkat’s don’t count!

Needs a cable access show-Well I guess I’ll start with that, the move on to HBO.

While I was doing this for my blog, I am across someone with my name (of course there was not a soul with the name Erin in the 80′s, but now I find you everywhere!) who had done this in 2007, this is how it Erin from the Loony Bin compares:

I need:

• Another miracle
• a drink (that would be nice. Mike finished the iced tea last night and didn’t start another jug brewing, so I’ve had to make do with orange Kool-Aid)
• to go to bed
• to concentrate on her surf lines and understand that one Phil Collins is enough (???)
• volunteers
• an exorcism
• to be naked too (I’m 7.5 months pregnant. I try to be naked as little as possible.)
• Paul more than he needs her
• his Lordship, a martial artist apprentice
• a life
• some sleep
• money for her parents
• to study for a test
• needs know how to act like a tour guide when she’s just getting her bearings herself
• a bodyguard (really? is there something I should know?)
• to take a deep breath
• to get approval for a class field trip to the Holocaust Museum
• to confirm

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My other two babies (Mia and Keely)

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I was browsing around the grocery store looking for holiday baking goodies when i went down the seasonal isle and found some holiday teas were now in stock. If you have read my blog before you know how much of a fan I am of teas. So I was curious, I mean, I like holiday flavoured latte’s why not tea?

They have 5 new flavours!

Nutcracker Sweet, Sugar Plum Spice, Sugar Cookie Sleigh ride, Gingerbread Spice and Candy Cane Lane.

The one I chose to buy was the Candy Cane Lane and here’s what’s in it:

Ingredients: Peppermint leaves, decaffeinated green tea, orange peel, natural vanilla and mint flavors with other natural flavors, cinnamon, milk thistle, blackberry leaves, roasted carob, roasted chicory and vanilla bean.

It’s naturally caffeine free and contains no gluten. I wasn’t aware that some tea’s had gluten in them to begin with. To me this tea tastes like peppermint with a hint of vanilla, its very good.

To see if you can get these products near you click here! The neat thing about this site is that you can see what tea’s you already like and they’ll recommend similar teas that you may also enjoy!

I think I will go make myself a second cup while I finish my blasted Christmas cards, the next kind I think I may buy will be the sugar cookie sleigh ride.

So in the mean time enjoy a cup of tea!

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Since my husband and I have lived together (yes we lived in sin for 3 years) we have always had a fake Christmas tree. 

Our first tree looked like this, but ever so less tasteful:

He grew up with fake trees as his parents run a daycare, so to him this fake Christmas tree deal was normal. I however grew up with huge ass  big real Christmas trees. 

I have fond memories as a child seeing this huge tree strapped to our station wagon, dwarfing it in the process. 

You see we had a 15 food cathedral ceiling, and every year we managed to get a tree that “just” fit. And wouldn’t you know it, every year it would fall.

Now we had to have fake trees while we rented, but it’s been 3 years since we’ve been in our home and because its our little guy’s first Christmas, I thought real tree it is! 

Now I had two concerns, one being fire and two being the cats. See I know cats love to play in, around, and on Christmas trees. and when we were kids, they always managed to knock it down.

So today hubby went to go get a stand for the tree, and we’re going to attempt to bring this huge tree inside. pictures to follow!

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Should I really start him on this? Probably not!

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A dear friend of mine posted this on a site I created. Thank you Sonya, this is a wonderful tribute to mothers everywhere.

I feel sometimes that I’m being taken for granted, sometimes stepped on and often invisible. No one sees how much time Stay at Home Mom’s spend interacting with our children, how many diapers we change, and how much work goes into the handmade food I give him.  Very few people know how many times we play peek-a-boo, watch Elmo on sesame street, or how many times I help him stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down–Let alone be: pooed on, peed on, thrown up on, scratched, pinched, kicked and punched.  Some times my selfishness gets the best of me and I find myself longing for my old life just for a moment. But when I look down and see this smile, I know that it is worth it:

THE INVISIBLE MOTHER

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of
response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room
while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I’m thinking, ‘Can’t you see I’m on
the phone?’ Obviously not; no one can see if I’m on
the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even
standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me
at all.

I’m invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a
pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie
this? Can you open this? Some days I’m not a pair of
hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to
ask, ‘What time is it?’ I’m a satellite guide to
answer, ‘What number is the Disney Channel?’ I’m
a car to order, ‘Right around 5:30, please.’

I was certain that these were the hands that once held
books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that
graduated summa cum laude – but now they had disappeared
into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She’s
going, she’s going, she’s gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating
the return of a friend from England .. Janice had just
gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and
on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,
looking around at the others all put together so well. It
was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was
feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a
beautifully wrapped package, and said, ‘I brought you
this.’ It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .

I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me
until I read her inscription: ‘To Charlotte , with
admiration for the greatness of what you are building when
no one sees.’

In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And
I would discover what would become for me, four
life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
no one can say who built the great cathedrals
We have no record of their names.

These builders gave their whole lives
for a work they would never see finished. They made great
sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their
building was fueled by their faith that the
eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came
to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw
a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He
was puzzled and asked the man, ‘Why are you spending so
much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered
by the roof? No one will ever see it.’ And the workman
replied, ‘Because God sees.’

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into
place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me,
‘I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make
every day, even when no one around you does. No act of
kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no
cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and
smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you
can’t see right now what it will become.’

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction But it
is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for
the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote
to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective
when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people
who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to
work on something that their name will never be on.

The writer of the book went so far as to say that no
cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there
are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don’t want my child to
tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for
Thanksgiving, ‘My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and
bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for
three hours and presses all the linens for the table.’
That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to
myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if
there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,
‘You’re gonna love it there.’

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be
seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very
possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we
have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the
world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Great Job, MOM!

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