The World Didn’t End… Shocking!

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As you are likely aware, the world was purportedly rumored to cease to exist today, December 21st.

Last night I wondered what I should do just in case it really was the last day on earth for everyone.  I told my mom and my son I loved them and had quite the conversation with my dog who just kept looking at me with the ‘I’m sure there’s a treat at the end of her babbling’ look on her face.  I even sought out my cat for a hug and told him I wasn’t upset that he keeps yakking on the rug.  (Of course now that the world didn’t end, I’ll have to revisit that with him.)

I decided to make a penguin party centerpiece, bonfire included, and bring it to work today (just in case the world didn’t end).  I thought it would take my mind off the pending doom and fulfill my holiday office obligation at the same time.

I woke up this morning and thought that’s a good way to start the day.  The world didn’t end and I’m alive.  So, I got ready for work, walked the dog and business as usual.

Work will be full of holiday cheer today, as well as last minute, end of year work things.  I’m on vacation through the holidays so the madness escalates to new heights beginning tonight.  I haven’t bought a single gift.  All I’ve done is cook, clean, pack and bake. 

I’ve got my work cut out for me in the next week, but I’m up for it.

Merry Christmas !



Not the best year…

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It’s hard to believe the year is coming to a close.  This wasn’t the best of years for me and I’m looking forward to a new beginning.  There are lots of changes happening in my household, some good, some painful, some uncertain.  Nonetheless, life will go on in whichever direction it chooses. 

As we prepare for Christmas dinner guests, I find myself in a state of chaos trying to pull everything together in the middle of a move.  This move shouldn’t be as big as it is, nor should it be consuming every room in the house, but it is.  I have never seen so many candy dishes, vases, nik-naks and useless pieces of decorations in my life; but there they are, in my house, lined up waiting to be washed, dried, packed and relocated.  What the hell.  I’ve lost count at how many times I’ve moved all this stuff.  Some get broken along the way but they seem to multiply and come back to life.  Mom has taken to buying things she’ll need and dropping hints that she won’t be taking “everything”.  This coming from the woman who packed toothpicks from the cabinet.  It’s comical, to say the least.  I can always buy more toothpicks.

My son will be on vacation for nearly three weeks during the holidays.  How great is that?  I’m encouraging him to take the cruise I gave him for college graduation (that he never took).  What a great time to go on a warm cruise!  Why not?  All his friends will be home for the holidays and the cruise is for two.  Go and have a blast… you more than deserve it, not to mention you more than need it.  It’s time.

Then there’s me; the glue, the rock, the center of the family.  Doing my best to keep everyone happy (including the dog) leaves little time for myself.  Honestly, I get more rest at work than I do at home.  I’m still nursing two bad feet, but I can’t ‘keep off them’ as recommended.  Things are going to be different come the new year.  Things will be peaceful with less stress.  I’ll have more time for myself and time to get things done that I can’t get to now.  I’ve got lots of things in the fire that will gear up in the new year.  I’m looking forward to the changes, albeit a lot of work.

As for the CT massacre, my heart breaks for the families of the deceased and families of the survivors.  Either way, they’re all scarred for life.  So senseless.

Hug someone.  Save a dog.  Give back.  Any random act of kindness will do.  It’ll make you feel great inside. 

Happy Holidays with Peace and Love.



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As the first week of December comes to close, I find myself desperately trying to get in the spirit of Christmas.  Everywhere I look I see pretty lit trees, presents, decorations, specials and holiday preparations.  I hear Christmas music, bell ringers and the sweet sounds of Christmas.  Then I go home…

My house has been turned upside down by a pint-size elf.  Mom is moving out of my house in a few short weeks and despite the conversations of order and organization concerning the move, she has taken it upon herself to rip through everything, take what she wants (whether it’s hers or not) and leave a trail of disaster behind that only a gymnast could maneuver getting from one side of the house to the other.  Half packed boxes everywhere, stuff on every countertop, shelf, floor and furniture.  Every night, after mom has retired for the evening, I try to take some of the random stuff lying around and fill the gaps in the open boxes, close them up and move them into an out-of-the-way corner.  It gives me a short-lived sense of order for I know once the sun comes up, the pint-size elf will be back at it once again.  I’ve asked her not to pack the kitchen until we can go over everything together (I foresee this as our biggest obstacle). I also suggested waiting until after Christmas since we are planning on having family over for Christmas dinner and will probably need her pots and pans.  She agreed, but couldn’t resist the temptation.  Yesterday I came home to find every cabinet in the kitchen had been ransacked in total chaos.  Silly me.  Earlier this week, in an effort to decompress and regain some sanity, I put up our Christmas tree and decorated it.  Of course I had to spend quite a bit of time clearing a path to actually get to the designated tree spot, which was strewn with open boxes, bags and random loose items.  But, I did it and enjoyed pulling out ornaments that triggered wonderful memories.  For an hour I was lost in thought as I picked up each ornament that brought a smile to my face.  As always, hanging under the angel at the top of the tree, is the DAD ornament I bought the year my father passed away.  Christmas or not, I still think about him all the time.  He must be looking down, shaking his head and laughing his ass off at the calamity sequence of events going on under my roof.  I can just picture him busting a gut up there.

So, while the rest of the world is gearing up and celebrating the Christmas season, at my house we are just trying to get through the Christmess season.  I see big changes in 2013, for everyone.  Mom is finally getting her wish to move back to her beloved city and state.  I just hope she’s happy with her decision.  Family in that town will be called upon daily (I’m sure) to fix this or pick up that, etc.  Yeah, I’m going to have a lot of spare time to finally concentrate on me…  that is after I clean up the wake of disaster she’ll undoubtedly leave behind.

Merry Christmas !