Monday, December 31, 2007
What happens when boys wrassle in the house
You wouldn't think that one of the 'boys' is nearly 38, would you? Notice the perfect shape of the 15 year olds head, shoulders, upper torso...
Monday, December 17, 2007
December 2007
Well we aren't allowed to say it anymore but who ever claimed that I was ever politically correct, or capable of following the rules?
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Christmas is Jesus' birthday, and yet we, as humans, have turned it in to a day that is all about us. It has become a holiday that is all about me me me me me and the more gifts, costing more money, is supposed to mean that we are more loved, cared about, thought of, or revered than others. This year I'm working towards stopping the madness. If someone insists on buying me a present, the list I'm giving includes socks and wooden cooking utensils. Of course everyone looks at me like I'm crazy, and the comment I hear the most is, "You can buy your own socks," to which I reply, "Yes, I can buy anything I wanted myself, but this is my list." I ask only for things I need or can really use, no knick knacks or frivolous items that will then sit on my shelves, taking up space and waiting to be dusted. Or things that will be given away to Goodwill soon.
I'm trying to downsize and life live simpler, not complicate things. My outgoing gifts are care packages as opposed to purchased items. I picked and dehydrated apples and mint from my backyard, packing them in jars to be shipped out with a little card of love. Dig it!
Oh, and before I forget, Happy Birthday Jesus!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Christmas is Jesus' birthday, and yet we, as humans, have turned it in to a day that is all about us. It has become a holiday that is all about me me me me me and the more gifts, costing more money, is supposed to mean that we are more loved, cared about, thought of, or revered than others. This year I'm working towards stopping the madness. If someone insists on buying me a present, the list I'm giving includes socks and wooden cooking utensils. Of course everyone looks at me like I'm crazy, and the comment I hear the most is, "You can buy your own socks," to which I reply, "Yes, I can buy anything I wanted myself, but this is my list." I ask only for things I need or can really use, no knick knacks or frivolous items that will then sit on my shelves, taking up space and waiting to be dusted. Or things that will be given away to Goodwill soon.
I'm trying to downsize and life live simpler, not complicate things. My outgoing gifts are care packages as opposed to purchased items. I picked and dehydrated apples and mint from my backyard, packing them in jars to be shipped out with a little card of love. Dig it!
Oh, and before I forget, Happy Birthday Jesus!
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