Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy New Year! You name it, I am happy about it. Well, not really. I am a bit of an Ebenezer Scrooge about Christmas. The idea of decorating my house, making four billion cookies, and wrapping presents are all things that raise my blood pressure and make me want to run screaming down the decked halls like a maniac. Don’t get me wrong, I really want what Christmas looks like on a Hallmark holiday special. I get what Christmas looks like on National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (think the squirrel in their Christmas tree). I think I need to stop watching TV, it skews what I think my life should look like.
This year hubby and I will be spending Christmas in Mexico. We leave tomorrow. This will be the first time in my life I will see Christmas without snow or turkey and I will miss that a bit. But, I can honestly say I won’t miss putting the 800 lights and the large Rubber-mate tub full of tree ornaments and bows on a tree this year.
This will be my last post of the year. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season. See you here in 2015. 🙂
Pretty much what my cats are like at Christmas. One climbs the tree, one knocks the ornaments off and the other absconds with the bows.
A Cat Snake? These lost pets posters made me laugh. 😀
I have actually had boxed wine before and it wasn’t terrible. I certainly have had worse.
Whether you see your glass half empty or half full doesn’t matter… what matters is you did not pour enough wine into your glass. Start over.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
The phones of my childhood look as weird to the children of today as the old wall mounted phones of my grandparents generation.
A cool gift for those who like gadgets…. the Noke Bluetooth Padlock. It’s pronounced “no key” because, duh. This Bluetooth padlock replaces a key or combination with what else, your phone. It senses your signal & pops open when you get within 10-feet. When you walk away, it automatically re-locks. The iOS/Android app lets you give others permission to use it, too.
You couldn’t buy these phones where I lived, they remained property of the phone company. When you moved, you left the phone.
I hate it when my daughter texts me from her bedroom.