Today my Stars said:
Get the rest that you need, Jayne. Your actions today should be slow and methodical. Don't try to experiment with something that you know nothing about.
So ironic on the very day that I was going to start heated speed yoga at 4am.
This is a joke of course, there is no such thing as heated speed yoga. Well now I have said it, there will be. Is it only me, who looks at that dieting advert that pops up as you write emails, of the woman on the scales with the large white knickers and thinks "Blimey, that's me! How did they get that photo?"
Again last night I cried while watching The Biggest Loser. Those folks are so brave and what a very unreal situation they are in. Can you believe that I was actually watching while eating my father in laws famous ribs dripping in barbecue sauce. (You do understand that he cooked them, I don't mean that I am now a werewolf and was eating his actual ribs.) Anyway, there I was eating and crying, expecting Bob and that scary lady Jillian to reach out of the TV to punch me.
I should/could/would be ashamed of myself. Today I caught a reflection and it looked like I had one of those Victorian bussell skirts on.
Trouble is, December is kind of at the end of the year and not worth starting anything new.
I love December. Absolutely love it. I would cover every room in tinsel if I could. We swing both ways in my house, with a tree and a menorah, so I feel especially fortunate.
A few years ago I had the perfect job, as a manager for a Santa's grotto in Watford shopping center. I was dressed as a toy soldier and delighted in every minute of it. Even the slightly odd times - such as when my Santa decided it would be a good idea to lift his beard and greet the kids with the name of Stan. And the time when the morning Santa went into a dark mood refusing to see anyone because the afternoon Santa had been delayed at his audition for The Bill.
A year later I was a manager for multiple sites. I would travel around the country with spare gifts, headache pills and extra Santa beards. During a Grotto opening in Manchester a pumpkin caught on fire at Cinderellas castle and I had to evacute 800 children, 400 angry adults and three Santas. It was hard work yet somehow I always ended my day with a smile.
I loved the children's faces, the magic, the music, our mechanical carol singers that smiled and nodded as you passed. I loved the babies in the prams. Especially the ones who were weighed down with so many gold necklaces, bracelets and earrings. They wore football shirts declaring their admiration for Gazza. Their skinny, young mums would beckon them to try and sit up. "Come on Shaynnnneee, smile for Santaahh" they would screech through their chewing gum.
I simply love this season and always feel a tingle of excitement when I see a Santa Claus.
Who knows, these days, it could all turn out to be true.
Favorite Food of the Day: Beef LoMein
Favorite Song of the Day: It's the most wonderful time of the year - written by Eddie Pola and George Wyle
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