A Christmas Breakfast Party

Presents have been opened and I thought it was time to break out the tunes. Here's a little Frosty The Snowman - HIT IT, BOYS!

Wait, that was the acoustic version - I said HIT IT, BOYS! By the way, these are Mae's moves, 100% original, do not copy or rebroadcast. Thank you

And To All A Goodnight

Friends In Low Places

As you know by now, there are many colors in the Finley Skertich rainbow. Well, I just added a few more. Through this long life I've lived I have gained many friends, one or two more famous than the others, and because I'm quite the urban hipster, some have given me their accessories in the hopes that me wearing them will enhance their celebrity status.

Brit gave me her specs.

Designer Carrie Mundane gave me hers as well. She really digs my lipstick application, but she doesn't appreciate when I wear the glasses crooked because, well, she's kind of a designer snob. But I told her it's my cookie and she's just down on the floor picking up crumbs.

Nicole Ritchie... her headband. I hung out with Nicole pre-drug phase, when she was actually fun and just liked to chill out and eat ice cream sandwiches. But I still wish her well.

This one hippie dude who wouldn't let me take his picture gave me his shades back in '68 when I met him at the John Fogerty concert in Oklahoma City. He went by just one name - Francisco. I told him that wasn't very original because he was from... yep, you guessed it, San Francisco. He responded, "But dudette, trees are love." Um, okay. Peace, Francisco.

And then this really old lady who I met in aisle 4 (the toothbrush and toothpaste aisle) at a Wal-Mart in Patchogue, New York, gave me her glasses. She squinted a lot and said I reminded her of her granddaughter and she wanted to give me something. I mean, at that point, what can you say except thank you. I gave her the bottle of Crest toothpaste I was holding and told her she reminded me of my dentist. We hugged, I headed for the checkout.

Mae's still working on her look, I gave her a pair of glasses that came from a doll I had and told her they were from Gilda Radner... she was really stoked.

Mae does, however, have her own hair style... we're not really sure what to call this or who gave it to her.

MJCS: Mabel Jane's Cleaning Service

So I don't think I've told you about the cleaning service Mabel started. Mom and Dad had hired her to clean the floors on Sunday. She's really good, if you didn't know any better you'd think she was Polish, check this out - first she's a master at mixing the cleaning solution in...

Says using her hands to make the bubbles is the trick, whatever that means. And when I asked her about rolling up her sleeves she just said, "blahrr bah!" so I said okay.

And then old Mae just gets after it, like Cinderella a few weeks before the ball.

I heard someone say something about $40 an hour so I peeked my head around to get the whole story.

Only to find Mae eating the dirty rag... good thing she's got that work ethic because I'm not sure how far the brains are gonna take her. If you'd like to hire her, just text or email me - I officially became her agent yesterday after dinner, signed the contract in blue crayon.

Snow, Sledding, More Skertich's

Got our first snowfall of the year, and luckily Hannah and Luke stayed over so we got on all our gear and hit the big snow hill in Grant Park.

Here's Luke and me taking the saucer sled for a spin. Notice the photo is blurry... that's just pure speed right there.

Dad and his ducks.

Mae and Dad went down a bunch of times. Her face in this picture doesn't show it but she really liked it. Every time she got to the bottom she was yucking it up and wanting more.

Hannah and Luke.

And afterwards, we came in and Mom made some hot chocolate while Luke and I played Uno Moo. I told Luke, "Concentrate all you want, you're just not gonna beat me at this game."

Oh, one last thing - forgot about this pic when posting photos about Zoo Lights. 3-D glasses so that everywhere you turned you saw reindeer faces... and Dad called ahead to the glasses guy and told him my winter coat color this year because he knows how much I need things to always match (I do things like choose my plate or cereal bowl color every morning based on it matching my pajamas. Yeah, big on the matching thing).

Hello Finley

Okay - ready, get ready now, get set to answer this quickly - which is awesomer, my new Hello Kitty jacket or my hair-do?

Yep, I agree. Look at my girl Mae here, just keepin it real. It's like I told my Dad last week when he told Mae she was funny. I said, "No, Dad, she's the cute one, I'M the funny one."

And here's a really fun shot of Mom and me at her birthday party out at Nana's.

And lastly, went to see Santa and sit on his lap and tell him what I want for... wait a freakin minute, that's not Santa. Look at ol' Mae, she doesn't even know the difference.

Giving Thanks

Okay, so Thanksgiving weekend rocked it out with visitors in town - Nonie, Grandma & Grandpa and Uncle Jim & Aunt Deb. I'll cut to the chase.

Uncle Jim and I made pancakes...

And then the next day he made me one that looked like a whale (jackpot!)

Speaking of whales, we hit up the Shedd Aquarium twice! And one time we saw this awesome show and this singer lady came up and shook my hand. I tried to tell her she had way too much makeup on but she couldn't hear me over her boisterous voiceterous.

No, I did not go out and cut this tree down, then tie it to the roof of my 1985 station wagon with the wood paneling and then drive it home. Aunt Debbie brought me this mini Christmas tree and we decorated it.

We did Zoo Lights up and we did 'em good. Highly recommend it to all you Chicagoan readers.

Back to the kitchen, Nonie and I made a cake, then cut it up and ate it.

And last but not least, four generations of Ames/Lammels/Skertich girls.

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