Christmas Eve - Part IV

And home again. Wow has it been a long exhausting day. Isn't it funny how you really do not plan a family traditions, it just happens. It was nice to hear Tdawg talking about some of his Christmas memories. He mentioned that he always get a new ornament in his stocking. I did not planned it, but now it is a tradition.

Time to go nestle all snug in my bed with visions of sugarplums (?) dancing in my head. Um, if they are dancing, how am I supposed to sleep? There will be no dancing tonight. My head will barely hit the pillow and I will be in la-la land. Hopefully, the jolly fat man will grade on a curve and put me back on the nice list.

Christmas Eve - Part III

I got a Denver Bronco snuggie from my mother in law. From the tv commercials, I thought you would zip yourself in. But it is basically an extremely long robe with huge sleeves. Tdawg said it looks like a cape. The way it drags the ground, I feel a bit like an over sized dust mop!

Christmas Eve - Part II

After the CT scan, the fam went over to my in-laws to celebrate Christmas with them. I got to see my great niece, Z-babygirl. She is so cute and tiny.

Wow, I sure wouldn't want to start all over again. I still remember that the first year is exhausting! My niece looked good despite the C-section and ten days with little or no sleep.

Ahh...baby toes!

Christmas Eve Day - Part I

"Are you kidding me...it is the day before Christmas,already?" My sentiments exactly. Shopping was done, even though you can always do more. The stocking for my nephew, um, not so done. Well, thankfully he is two and doesn't know the difference.

Once again, despite the promise to myself, I took on too much this year. I champion-ed five mission projects: soldier box, nursing home trees, blankets for the nursery, pillows & backpacks for the rescue mission. Also made seven homemade gifts. What was I thinking??

I am still not feeling well. I went for a CT scan on Christmas eve day. It took 2-1/2 hours. Mostly because my nurse had to call in another nurse to start my IV. I now have a bruise 4" long and 1" wide!! (I'll spare you the photo image) Ugh. I don't know how they expect you to drink that horrible stuff. It tasted like flat cherry 7-UP and mud...with a wicked aftertaste. Actually flat cherry 7-UP and mud would probably taste better!! And then they make to drink a second one. Yuk! But if I get some answers, it will all be worth it.

Merry Christmas!

From my family to you: Wishing you and yours a Very Merry Christmas and all the best throughout 2010!
(i think i will have to stand on a box next year)

Takin' A Break

You have two choices: you either take a break from it all...or your body makes you take a break from it all. Dr. Eddie asked me if I have been under any stress. Don't ya just love when doctors ask you that? Um, lets see...I have a husband, two teenage boys, a full-time job, the holidays and the closing of Dad's estate. Nah, no stress here! Dr. Eddie diagnosed me with a kidney infection and gave me medicine. I fell asleep after the news last night...not the 10pm news...the 6pm news! I must have been exhausted! And again, I guess I'll call it a night. Apparently 12 hours of sleep and two naps isn't quite enough.

Grace Strikes Again

I fought the law(n) and the law(n) won, as the song goes...sort of. Yes, I managed a full fledged face plant into the front yard on Friday night. Ouch!! It happened so fast that I did not have time to try and stop my fall. That is one of those good/bad things. Good: I did not re-break my arm. Bad: I took it on the chin (literally). I'm sure it would have been a Kodak moment...thankfully no one saw me, except the dog. And she is the reason I fell in the first place. I did managed to bend my toes backwards. I don't think that I broke any...but they sure does hurt!

Photo Flashback

Where has the time gone??

Christmas Tree Field Trip

My Sunday school class decided to take on some Christmas cheer projects. One of them was to make these cute little Christmas trees. They are about two feet tall and flat, so you can hang them on the wall (and easily store them flat). Kudos goes to Miss Teresa for coming up with this incredibly clever idea (based on a picture she saw in a magazine!). Miss Gassy’s husband, Mister Jimmie, was sweet and welded the triangular frame for us. Then last Sunday, we wrapped the frame with stiff garland, securing it to the frame with twist ties. Then we twist-tied a small strands of lights, ribbon, ornaments and whatever else was donated to make ten of these little Christmas trees.

This Sunday, we had a field trip to the local nursing home. We hung one Christmas tree in each bedroom and one in the common area/tv room. The lady working there was completely overwhelmed. It never occurred to me that the workers would enjoy the Christmas trees just as much as the residents. We got to meet the cutest little lady. We were asked to guess how old she will be on her birthday next week. V guessed 39 and the little lady just giggled! She was born in 1912, which makes her almost 97 years old! Wow! We should all be so fortunate to make it that long.

The whole experience from start to finish was such a blessing to my class! We decided that we should have a lot more field trips!

SNOW!

I realize that it is technically only a dusting, but snow in Bama is quite rare. So we get quite excited about it! Too bad there was not enough to make a snowman or have a decent snowball fight.

Thanksgiving part 2

The second thanksgiving was on Friday. My sister and her husband drove down from Minneapolis (bless their hearts!). I cooked dinner on Friday and then after the football game we went to the Galaxy of Lights. Saturday we played with computers and then went to Bridge Street outdoor mall. I sure do miss her and wished she lived closer.

Village

It all started a few years ago with the Toy Shop. I have enjoyed painting a few new house or building each year...

Drivin' Mizz Daizy

Ever since Tdawg got his learner’s permit, he wants to drive everywhere. We have started out on the back roads. It takes some noodling to figure out clear routes and to make sure there is a traffic light to cross the “big roads”. He has done very well. He has good instincts. He is slowly becoming less afraid of oncoming traffic. He blew it big time the other day when he patted my knee and said “Haw ya doin’ Mizz Daizy”. Sadly I had a flash-forward to the days when my driving privileges are revoked due to age and he is my sole source of transportation. Oh dear, I feel old!