Blogging from a PC

Today's adventure not only comes to you from New York, but it also comes to you from my dad's Dell lap top. I apologize in advance for any formatting that comes off looking less than anal-retentive neat or random spacing between words, I'm having an incredibly difficult time with this.

It's not that I didn't travel without my lap top, no no, I would never do that. Apparently, classy New York hotel room is too good to let my little MacBook hook up the internet. Whatever, my MacBook could do little computer laps around their intolerant web browser. (I can't hate too much on a hotel with a pillow menu)

(It took me at least five minutes to type that, because letters were jumping into the wrong words)

Right, so I'm in New York. Positively my favorite place on the planet. I could never live here, mostly because of financial restrictions, but I'd also get really irritated with tourists, but visiting makes me feel a little more alive inside each and every time. This being said, I was given the most incredible compliment today. While elbowing my way through the crowd at the tree in Rockafeller Center, someone commented on the fact that I was using my elbows, head down method of crowd control and said, "she must be from New York."

Actually, I'm just short and when you're short the elbows-out, head-down method is survival, but thank you, tall New York tourist!

We've done the traditional window drooling at Tiffany's (future husband, whoever you are, start saving...I apparently have good taste) and other such high-end stores. My only purchases so far were to appeal to the child in me and were an M&M magnet for the fridge and mocha premium M&Ms from the M&M store in Times Square.

Both completely necessary.

I don't want to leave tomorrow as early as I have to - but the handbells at Trinity Episcopal Church in Shepherdstown need me...I'm the 'ilent' and 'night' in "Silent Night"...I'm important and needed at the last rehearsal before Christmas Eve.

I'm tangenting, however, because I'm really trying to say - I needed this. My holiday spirit has been all but broken because of bra sales and an alarming amount of holiday cynicism. It was saved last night when my dad and I walked past Saks Fifth Avenue and watched snowflake lights dance and flash while "Carol of the Bells" played. I know it's commercial, I know it's not the true meaning of Christmas, but everyone on the street gathered around and watched and I honestly felt like Christmas was finally here.

I'm baking cookies on Tuesday, and it's going to be wonderful!

But, for now, I need to get off this PC. I'm getting frustrated.