Please visit me at my new home here...
Some of you may have tried to stop by here over the last few days and gotten a Malware warning. With much investigation and some help from my son, Jay, it turns out that the culprit was a photo I posted last Sunday with a Christmas scripture. So the offending image has been removed but in the meantime, I moved to a new blog home. Now that I'm settled in, I'm going to stay there but I'm certainly glad to at least have access to my first blog, lots of memories and friends here! I hope that you'll stop in for a cup of coffee at the new place.
Love, grace and gratitude!
Monday, December 09, 2013
Jay, Mac, Grandpa/Dad, Grandma/Mom, Susan and Amy
I'm only dropping by to share this photograph taken last night at the Motown Christmas Experience we attended at my sister's church. Look at these beautiful faces :)
I have officially become a joy-grabber this past year. And I ain't sorry!
Sunday, December 08, 2013
|Susan & Mac (AKA Mr. Mac as he known at work)|
|Blurry but I just think they are so cute :)|
|Me, the Mr., Mac & Susan|
|Susan and Mac|
Saturday, December 07, 2013
2. Home mani.
3. House chores.
4. Christmas work party tonight.
5. Grocery shopping.
6. Motown Christmas concert Sunday evening.
7. Breakfast, baking and movies on Monday.
8. Finish picking up stocking stuffers.
9. Wrap one last gift.
10. Looking forward to snow on Monday!
Friday, December 06, 2013
Those Norman Rockwell snapshots might not be as common as they once were, but they will only become extinct one home at a time. And in this home, they won't be extinct until I am. Imagine my surprise when I realized that technology was key in hanging on to the used-to-be! Now, you see, I schedule moments. Once upon a time, that would've seemed too manufactured to be satisfying but I've outgrown that. I happily use Google Chrome to send out invitations and place events on the calendars of my loved ones. In fact, daboyz will regularly look down at their phones to find me there!
So this weekend, the Mr. and I are attending the work party on Saturday with Mac and Susan. On Sunday, we'll all be going to a Motown Christmas Show at my sister's church (courtesy of my mom,) and on Monday the ladies will gather at my house for a day of baking and White Christmas on DVD. All of this, by the way, scheduled several weeks ago. Because that's the reality now, we can't just pick up the phone and expect everyone to be available.
I encourage you to start reclaiming time for a few Norman Rockwell moments. Make it a priority. Facebook is full of like this and share that to express the conservative Christian perspective. I say that if we continue to value home and family, tradition and time; we'll continue to maintain the core of God-centered America that we all treasure. Don't underestimate it.
We live too much "out there" and not nearly enough "in here." In the home, face to face.
Thursday, December 05, 2013
|The sentimental, old-fashioned memory tree.|
|With a little bit of fun bling!|
|You'd be amazed at how much time I've wasted trying to figure out how to decorate this hutch! I think I finally figured it out, old-fashioned items like this old garland on top. |
Our family room is the place that I feel should look like a child's idea of Christmas. Which is why I couldn't bear white lights on the tree! Not sure if you can tell, but those are big old fashioned colorful lights. I saw "snow" on a friends tree and copied her. There are very few space filler ornaments on this tree, it's all sentimental.
Then there's the mantle, which just felt like a deep dark hole! I think the snow strung with (yes) white lights fixed that problem. The hutch never quite cooperated but this year, I think I've stumbled upon the solution. So now, by George, I think I've got it!
Not all of it because naturally, the lighted garlands were beautifully lit on the floor and croaked out immediately when hung. The Mr. is working on those this weekend.
Once I've wrapped the gifts and placed them under the tree and those garlands are again lit, I do believe I shall say all is well and Christmas can continue as planned...LOL.
I'll share some photos of the front room on another day. Still have some final touches for that room which include sending the Mr. back into the attic for the nativity.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Finally!
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
I can't take the flu shot that the system provides because of Thimersol sensitivity so I have to pay out of pocket for the preservative free version. Which also has to be special ordered if you're not lucky enough to sneak in and get it when the one or two vials stocked are available. And guess who had to wait for the special order? And pay out of pocket? Yup, yup, yup!
Waiting to get my preservative-free flu shot (which I really don't like taking anyway!) and already being behind schedule and missing the day employee health was on site, I find myself having missed the December 1 deadline. Of course, that puts me with a large and unhappy rabble vying for appointments downtown. I called yesterday, they are so backed up you can't even speak to a human being. I was instructed, via electronic voice mail, to leave my name and number and don't expect a call back for 24 hours or so. Still no call. Which means...
No work for me. That's not bad, I mean, I would rather not work. However, I do still need to work and the holidays are not the time to whittle down one's paycheck. My doctor is triple booked for a week, can't get in there to get it. So here I am, on the blacklist for lack of a TB screening. Yes, I did get that daggone flu shot, harumph!
So tomorrow, I'll storm the gates again and may just have to haul myself downtown to wait patiently with the rest of the unwashed (or at least noncompliant) hordes in need of a TB screening. Two days off work has been nice but I need to get some time in before the week's up.
I've done a little more Christmas decorating, spent some time with my mom, made a few Christmas gifts and if I'm off tomorrow, I suppose I'll get to wrapping. Then again, it's "that time" by which I mean hormone migraine time. A fine time to be grounded if ever there was one.
So I haven't planted those seeds of frustration. Another day at home, I may just dip them in glitter and hang them on the tree but I will not let them take root!