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Wanna See My Foxy Pocket? (Plus an Exciting Announcement)

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So let me start by saying that when I refer to my “foxy pocket,” I am referring to the “secret” stash of cash that I keep in case of “emergency.” I am not referring to the bike or the, uhhh, toyfriend that is also available on the market by the same name.

My Grandma used the term, “foxy pocket” all of the time when we were growing up, and it’s something that has stuck with me. I love her, and I love the term. I also happen to love hoarding cash.

I use my foxy pocket cash however I want. Most times, it’s for spontaneous shopping trips to Nordstrom Rack (there’s one right by my kids’ school—deadly). But I also use it on household expenses should we be running short of cash. That’s not nearly as much fun though.

Wanna see my foxy pocket? (That’s not as dirty as it sounds.)

Foxy Pocket

This is a picture of my actual foxy pocket. Isn’t it cute? That cash, however, was spent a long time ago.

And for my exciting announcement: next week I will be celebrating my first blogiversary. That’s right, this Foxy Wine Pocket blog has been up and running for a whole year. I realize that’s probably more exciting for me than it is for you. But I absolutely LOVE my readers, fans, and followers. You guys are THE BEST. Maybe I should give y’all a cute little nickname. Foxes? Winos? Pocketeers? Okay, maybe not.

Instead, I’m going to be giving away some fabulous prizes next week to celebrate the blog and you and me and all of us. It will be a Blogapalooza! You can even win your very own foxy pocket (with a gift card, not cash). So come back Monday for all of the exciting details.

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My Son Is Winning at Lent

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In this family, we are not giver-uppers for Lent. (Unless you’re talking about exercise programs or diets—then we totally are.) For Lent, I encourage my kids to do something extra, like help a family member, do something thoughtful for a friend, be nicer to a sibling, reach out to others, etc. Part of this stance is because I think doing something extra is more meaningful. Part of it is because I can’t be bothered to give up bacon on Fridays (or any day for that matter).

My daughter Erin totally gets this concept just fine. My son Colin—not so much. He’s still in that Black & White mode of being young (he’s 8), and that’s fine. Recently, he brought this Lent worksheet home from school.

Lent

When you read this, my son seems so sweet and genuine, and you think maybe he’s getting a handle on this Lent thing. And then you realize that his favorite video game is on the Xbox so giving up the Wii isn’t that big of a deal. He may only be 8, but he’s totally winning at Lent.

Well played, son. Well played.


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Merry Fucking Christmas to Me!

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This past weekend we agreed to foster a dog from our local animal shelter. Seems she (let’s call her Zena the Dog) was suffering from kennel stress, and she had a PTS (put to sleep) date. We’re pretty much suckers when it comes to dogs, so we took her in.

Well, here’s the thing: she has severe, I mean SEVERE, separation anxiety. Like we can’t leave her alone in the house for even a few minutes. She’s already destroyed two crates, peed all over our bedroom, damaged our antique dresser, and destroyed our doorframe.

We can’t send her back. She’ll be euthanized. And the first thing on Erin’s Christmas Wish List was to foster a dog (I shit you not). And Ziggy the Dog (who is rather picky) loves her. And she’s really awesome when not in her crate. And it’s fucking Christmas. CHRISTMAS! So she’s not going anywhere.

But tonight we had plans for our annual Christmas Eve dinner at the in-laws. Since Zena the Dog can’t be left alone right now, I graciously volunteered to stay home with the dogs. And miss Christmas Eve at the in-laws’ house. With tears in my eyes, I sent Dan and the kids up to the city to celebrate this special occasion.

Me + 2 awesome dogs + 1 bottle of wine + a delicious tri-tip panini from Zanotto’s + whatever fucking music I want = Merry Christmas to me!


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