Road tripping south to hubby’s family get together for the weekend. I’ll be posting and checking the blog less, but thinking about all y’all!
There’s nothing like a fresh start! I always loved the beginning of the school year with new notebooks and sharpened yellow No. 2 pencils, dividers with bright colored tabs for different subjects in my Trapper Keeper.
The new year feels pretty much the same to me. A time to put things behind you, plan new and daring adventures or begin a different and exciting project.
My goals are always varied. Taking care of myself first, so I can take better care of my family. This includes continuing physical therapy with Howie, the sadist. I’m considering signing up with a personal trainer after therapy is finished. You know, working out regularly instead of waiting to get hurt first 😉
Organizing my life, my house, maybe even my closets. Maybe this is the year I will learn how to cook — or maybe not… Getting a better handle on a calendar for my blog posts, although I’m always a better writer under pressure. Saying thank you to all the new friends I’ve made across the globe through blogging and hoping my world just grows and grows…
It’s a brand new year and the possibilities are endless! Happy 2016 !!
We were at my youngest brother’s house for Thanksgiving and as happens at these family get-togethers, after awhile the stories flow as fast as the beer and wine. My DSIL is a hoot and a fabulous storyteller and this is my version of her version, more or less…
If you live in the northwest Chicago suburbs, you might have seen this in your neighborhood a few weeks ago. An attractive dark-haired, blue-eyed extremely well-dressed, middle-aged woman arrived home in the late afternoon to find in her yard the biggest squirrel you have ever seen with his head stuck in a box and those white packing peanuts scattered everywhere, to the point that it looked like the lawn was covered with snow.
She muttered obscenities under her breath and maybe even yelled them, all the while stomping her feet and waving her arms to try to get the squirrel to leave her package alone. (This is my middle-school teaching, Irish sister-in-law whom I know can curse with the best of them. I’m sure her language was extremely colorful, what with all that pent up aggression from dealing with 7th and 8th graders all day.)
A perfect circular opening had been chewed into the top of the Girl Scout Candy and Nut box order that UPS had apparently left on the porch, and there was not a single Dark Chocolate Caramel Cap with Sea Salt left. The tin of mixed gourmet nuts had either teeth or claw marks in it and my DSIL decided it could not be saved, even to be given as a neighborly gift for the holidays 😉
She hoped that the chocolate would affect the squirrel like it does dogs and he would die a horrible, horrible chocolate-induced death, but alas, he seemed hale and hearty when he ambled away in search of other delicacies. My brother said he was just grateful not to come home to find the body of a dead, bloated rodent in his yard…
I’d been searching for a great picture that shows how I feel about Black Friday and Charlotte’s picture says it best for me! When my kidlets were little, I sometimes braved the shopping storm for really good deals, but now, somehow, it doesn’t seem as important! Besides, it’s raining…;)