December 2008 - Janelle's Blog

The family gathered for Christmas Eve to celebrate our traditional reading of the Christmas story of Jesus' birth, sharing memories and gifts, and a meal with trimmings on every corner of the table.

Deep into preparation of the meal, several cooks were hustling about the kitchen with determined fervor to make this meal one of our best. We were almost bumping into each other when I called out, "Where is the baby?" We all looked down near the floor where my one-year old grandson, Colin, had discovered an open refrigerator door. He had been so quiet, no one noticed what he was doing. He was sitting on the floor happily tossing fresh eggs out of the egg bin on the lower shelf of the refrigerator door and making a "floor omelet". When I rushed over to help his mother clean up the mess, I didn't see the egg that rolled to the edge of my foot as I kick dropped it across the kitchen floor.

The evening was wonderful and memorable. Christmas morning I awoke to raise the shade covering the glass door that opened onto the back patio. There in the middle of the glass, as high as a one-year old could reach, was an imprint of a perfect little hand.

Yes, indeed. I do have something in common with the King of Action, the infamous James Bond 007. I'm the first to say we have a few differences. I am an easy going person who enjoys writing, reading, cooking, and mild gardening (when the weather is perfect). James Bond…well, he's 007.

For those of you who may have seen the latest James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, you'll know that the James Bond star, Daniel Craig, can be seen jumping buildings, averting bullets, and crashing through whatever gets in his way. All in a day's work while holding back murders and terrorists single handedly.

Will the Real James Bond Stand Up?

I saw him recently on Jimmy Kimmel Live and almost felt a sense of relief when he walked out with his arm in a sling. That momentary reaction of seeing him as a vulnerable person instead of his invincible character on the screen brought me back to reality that there isn't a real Santa, I mean James Bond. His arm in a sling was from a shoulder injury. Then he told a story about how he cut off the tip of his finger while filming, but quickly showed the camera that it had healed up and grown back.