Thursday, January 24, 2008

One Scary-ass Picture

If this don't make your mind up for you, nothing will

Friday, January 11, 2008

Hell...Froze Over

So my boy goes to the hottest place on Earth, outside of Hell and what does he find? Snow! Blessed snow. My sweet southern child who, until he joined the Army had seen snow, oh maybe, twice in his life. Now he goes to Iraq and calls home to tell his wife it's snowing.


God really does have a sense of humor.

I told his bride I take this as a blessing, a sign that everything will be alright and that with God, all things are possible.

Snow? In Iraq? Strange. Just strange.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Dismantling the Tree and Me

Well, it's the 7th of January, of the year whose name we will not mention (see last post...I want this year gone already). I started this year with a hacking cough that soon turned into bronchitis and made me miss all but one day of work last week and I'm off again today. I've got antibiotics, which I don't think really help bronchitis much but hey, since I was probably on the verge of pneumonia, they can't hurt. But this fever and coughing is the pits.

Anyway, since I am the Christmas Goddess around here, no one has dared touch any of the decorations or attempted to put them away. So, on January 7, in the year whose name we will not mention I am just now getting all the decorations taken down and put away. All, that is, except for the artificial tree that I so proudly posted about earlier.

I got some news for know how with a real Christmas tree, the hard part is getting is up straight in the stand and getting all the lights and ornaments on it and the easy part was taking it down? Well, nobody told me that the artificial trees are just the opposite. Getting the thing up was great. Getting it down is another thing...I can't, in my weakened condition, get the middle section to separate from the bottom section. I want to put this tree away so that I can use it again someday...they are reusable, aren't they? At the rate I'm going, I may have to take a chainsaw to this thing. Or I could leave it up all year without the top and just hope that nobody notices it. Hmmmm? What to do, what to do? Well, at least it's keeping my mind off of Sprout and his current adventures.

Can you oil a Christmas tree?

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

No Offense to 2008, But "Get Lost!"

I'm sure that 2008 will be a red-letter year for somebody somewhere. As for me, I will be glad when 2008 is history because by then, hopefully, my boy will be out of Iraq. Now I know we should cherish each and every minute the Good Lord gives us here on Earth, and 2008 may even hold unforseen treatures for me, who knows. But now that it's here, I am ready to say good-bye to 2008. I hope this is the quickest, dullest, most uneventful year of Sprout's life and of mine. Never before have I prayed for a year to pass by so quickly.

My resolutions for 2008:

1. Get my boy out of Iraq by years-end, safe and unharmed and none the worse for wear.

2. Lose weight (yeah...that's gonna happen)

3. Read more books.

4. Win the Lottery (oh, stop snickering).

5. Make a quilt (now this one I may actually accomplish - quilting calms me).

6. Remember to be happy for what I have.

7. Take the grandkids on a trip somewhere.

8. Save some money (scratch #7).

9. Get screen on the front door fixed.

10. Don't worry. Be happy.