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While I was taking down the Christmas tree last night, I realized I might have a bit of an obsession with Hallmark ornaments.

And Willow Tree figures.

Not bad for someone who hates Christmas.


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Gnome For Christmas

Bless my Mom’s heart. She always seems to know when I need cheering up.

She bought me this cute door mat for Christmas

And . . . This cute guy

Meet Norman! Not only did Mom buy him for me – she ordered him! I think it’s touching that she special ordered a toy for her 55 year old daughter.

For someone with little Christmas spirit, she pulls off some great surprises!

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Tuesday night the siblings and I visit Mom . . . it’s a tradition that started many years ago with a family dinner . . . then evolved to family night with dessert . . .

Today is Tuesday . . . but it’s also a holiday . . . do we go . . . or do we not go . . . I decided to go and had a lovely visit with Mom all by myself . . . the other siblings were there at other times during the day today . . . I just happened to be there at the “regular” Tuesday night time . . . sadly there was no dessert . . . so Mom and I ate some of her Hershey Bells!

Mom asked me why I was there . . . and I told her that it was Tuesday and if I didn’t come tonight then my whole week would be even more off kilter than usual . . . with a holiday today, trash being off a day, and the visitation and a funeral for the young man from Local Catholic School at the end of the week . . . I needed some sense of “normal”

Sometimes it’s the little things in life that mean the most . . .


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Happy New Year

Spending a quiet night at home.

Binge watching Blue Bloods.

Cross stitch.

Listening to the dogs snore.

Not a bad way to celebrate.

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November 23

Seriously . . . who the heck is in charge of network programming these days?

Why are The Grinch, Frosty The Snowman, and Santa Claus Is Coming To Town on network TV IN NOVEMBER??


How am I supposed to watch all of my favorites if they’re competing against each other?!

Remember back in the day when you were sooo excited to see the holiday specials?  You scoured the TV Guide to find out when they were on and then camped in front of the TV so that you wouldn’t miss a minute?!  You could spend an entire week watching all the wonderful holiday shows.  It was a glorious time.

Yes, I know I can stream all of them on Netflix or Hulu, or I could get a DVD collection and watch them any time I want . . . but that’s not the point . . . and that’s not the same.

And, yes, I realize I sound like a very old person complaining about new fangled technology . . .

Thanks for listening . . .


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November 21

Random thoughts . . .

It takes an hour to peel 8 lbs of potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner for 20 people.

I’m supposed to do a 5k in the morning. It’s supposed to be cold with wind chills in the teens. Ugh

When your Mom says you have to bring your Christmas list to Thanksgiving dinner or you don’t eat – you get your list ready!

Listening to Rocky snore is way more comforting than I ever imagined.

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I’m writing a post about my Florida vacation.

Loving the sun, sand, pools

It’s been hotter then heck.

It rains for 30 to 45 minutes and then it stops. Sometimes you get stuck in a store and have to shop some more. Sometimes you get stuck at a beachside bar and just have to consume a few more beverages.

People are curious about my “accent” and I don’t have an accent.

I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally deleted most of it.

The “undo” button is next to the space bar on my iPad.

Curse, swear, filth and foul.

I’m headed to the beach.

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