Too good not to share

I KNOW. It's past Christmas. Time to put away the carrolls. But this one is just too good NOT to share. It's fun. I need some fun right now. This helped a lot!

Thanks to Michelle over at "Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble" for pointing this out. Now click on over and enjoy:

Look, Something shiny!

Peace, Blessings and Giggles to all!

HUNKER D's CHRISTMAS WISH

TEE HEE HEE! Hi peoples!

While the crazy lady is off playin' with her kids I thought I'd just sneak in here and have some fun! She's gonna be sooo surprised when she gets back! Hope she likes my Christmas present. See how I fixed up her header up there and made this place more classylike?? Pretty clever, huh! That old stuff was just too boring!

Now for my Christmas Wish. This here's a special message from me and all my buddies. Thanks to Junsuitora over there at YouTube for puttin' this together.




Now you know more about us, maybe we can all just get along!

Hope y'all have a great Christmas. I'll spend it with most of the friends and family you saw in the video. Then the Skunkles are comin' over tomorrow afternoon for some desserts an' such. Took 'em a while, but they finally forgave me for that amonia prank. Called us even-steven on everything. But I'm still gonna make 'em taste anything they bring before I put it in my mouth! I may be a squirrel, but I ain't nuts!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to one and all!

MY Christmas wish is coming true.

Bug and Lady N come in on Sunday, 12/23. My home is ready. My heart is ready. My jitteries are as ready as they will ever be.

10 hours from now I WILL BE HUGGIN' A BUG! And I couldn't be more excited! The only thing that could make it better would be if Twig and Daughter and Lady T could be home, too. And one very special, very missed lost lamb, too. But I believe she'll find her way home some day. So many have already come wandering back over the last couple of months that my faith is stronger than ever that she will come home again some day. Until then, this is for my Angel girl, wherever she might be.




OK - no tears. no fears. I'm going to go enjoy today and let God take care of tomorrow, and all my babies - wherever they may be.

Since Bug and Lady N will be here, I'll be limited on the amount of time I have to spend in here. So, I wanted to jump in and say:

MERRY CHRISTMAS to all and My fondest wishes for Peace, Blessings, and LOTS more Fulfilled Christmas Wishes.

I WANT A HIPPOPOTAMUS FOR CHRISTMAS

This is for my friend, Lisa D. I'd never heard of this song before she told me about it when we worked together a few years ago. Now, every year I look forward to hearing it at least once a season. I've been so sad this year because I haven't heard it yet, so I took the hippo by the tail and found it to share with y'all.



Peace, Blessings and HIPPO HUGS!

How Damama Killed Christmas

My friend Ed is a very warped man with a wicked sense of humor... and that's only PART of what I love about him.

This is the Christmas card he sent me:
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Thanks, Ed. I love you, too!

Legal stuff: Don't know where it came from before Ed got his goofy hands on it. If you do, please let me know so I can say, "wow, nice work _______."

The Little Girl's First Christmas - a True Story

Christmas! Wow! With a Christmas tree and presents and lights and everything! The little girl stood staring in amazement at decorations as if she’d never seen anything like them before in her life. And in truth, she hadn’t. At 7 years old, this would be her first real Christmas. Her mommy had left her at the welfare office just a few months ago. This kind of beauty and warmth were very different from the cold, empty, dirty apartments and hotel rooms she had always lived in before. This was something she had only ever seen in books. Oh, she’d heard about it, but she thought the other kids at school were just making it up as one more way of teasing her.

From the kitchen she smelled ham roasting, pies baking, and vegetables she didn’t even know the names of stewing on the stove. Her foster mother, Mrs. Williams, had sent her out because she was underfoot and kept getting in the way of the dinner preparations. At this house, Mrs. Williams said, they had Christmas Eve dinner so that Christmas day would be a day of rest and fun. She was expecting family and friends to arrive any time and didn’t have time to fool with such a nosy little mess as the newest foster kid. She'd only been there for 2 days and didn’t want to risk making her new “mother” angry, so the little girl had gone into the living room and tried, as she always did in new foster homes, to make herself very small and unnoticed. It was safer that way.

This was her third foster home in as many months. Because she didn’t know how to be with people, she made enemies much faster than friends, so the case worker kept moving her around trying to find a foster family that could help her “come out of her shell,” whatever that meant. All she knew was that if you let people get too close, they could hurt both your feelings and your body. She wasn’t letting anybody hurt her ever again. But there was something special in the air. She could just feel it and wanted to be a part of whatever it was.

The other kids in the family were all gathered around the tree talking about what Santa Claus was going to bring them. The little girl was pretty sure there was no such person because she’d never gotten any Christmas presents. When she said as much she had to laugh at the look of shock on their faces. “You mean Santa has never brought you anything you put in your letter?” Tammy, one of the older girls, asked. But the little girl was confused. She’d never written a letter to Santa. She didn’t know she was supposed to. Tammy very kindly took the little girl by the hand and explained that all she had to do was write the letter and Santa would bring her what she asked for. Tammy led her to where the paper and pencils were kept and helped her write her very first letter to Santa. Then Tammy took it and put it in the mailbox so Santa’s elves could pick it up later. That night, for the first time in her life, the little girl couldn’t sleep out of excitement instead of the fear she’d always known in the dark.

Christmas morning dawned bright and beautiful. All the kids were talking and scurrying around getting dressed. They were not allowed out of their rooms in the morning until they were fully dressed and the rooms were put in order. Christmas morning was no exception. The little girl hurriedly tidied up her bed and put away her pajamas and then ran downstairs almost tripping over the slower kids in her way. When she rounded the corner into the living room she stopped dead in her tracks. THERE WERE PRESENTS EVERYWHERE! Bicycles, truck, dolls, and so many other toys she couldn’t count them were stacked all around the Christmas tree. The bicycle leaning against the wall next to her had a big red tag on it that read, “From Santa.” The little girl couldn’t believe her eyes! Santa had come. He was real!!

Mrs. Williams walked into the room and clapped three times to get everyone’s attention. The children were instructed to take a seat and then she would pass out the presents. No one was to open any wrapped gifts or play with anything from Santa until they were all passed out. There was a collective sigh from seven disappointed little faces that could be heard all the way to the front yard, but not a one was willing to argue and risk being sent back upstairs. The little girl joined the others on the floor, but sat near the back so she could watch everyone without being watched herself.

In what seemed to the children like deliberate slow motion, Mrs. Williams began picking up presents and calling out names and then smiling as the recipients squealed with delight over each new treasure. With each name read, the little girl got more and more excited. The next one just had to be hers. So she waited and watched and clapped for glee as each child received just what he or she had asked for. But her name was never called.

As the last present was handed out Mrs. Williams exclaimed, “That’s all! MERRY CHRISTMAS and remember to play nice!” Nobody noticed the little girl sitting quietly in the back crying silent tears that rolled down her cheeks and dripped off her nose. Nobody noticed when she silently turned and crept back up the stairs to hide in her room. Nobody came for her when it was time for breakfast or lunch. Nobody remembered that she sat alone and lonely, forgotten by everyone. Even Santa Claus.

A few days later the case worker came and apologized for forgetting to bring her a Christmas gift. She brought a baby doll that cried, “maaamaaa” when the little girl squeezed its belly and closed its eyes when she laid it down. But it wasn’t what the little girl had asked Santa for in her letter. She didn’t know it then, but the new home she’d asked for would not come for 3 more years. But that’s a story for another time.

For now, just remember, as you go about your shopping and planning, singing and playing, that somewhere out there is another little girl who will go without a Christmas present to open on Christmas morning. Somewhere there is a child suffering and hungry and in need of just one touch of kindness to know that they are not alone and forgotten. You can help by donating presents or money to your local children’s protective agency, children’s charity, or any one of dozens of organizations that reach out to help children not just at Christmas, but all year long. If you want to help on a more personal level, “adopt” a child to play Santa for. The gift you give may be the one that opens the child’s eyes to the true meaning of this most precious of celebrations.

As the song says, Bless the Beasts and Children.



Wishing you peace, blessings, love, and the true spirit of the season.

Don't Worry! A Christmas Card for my Friends

My friend Dee Ann sent me this! I'm not much into that, "forward this to a gazillion people or you're a dork" kind of thing, but I thought it was cute and I love the thought of having each of you nabbed and bagged for my Christmas morning surprise!

If a fat guy grabs you and puts you
in a bag, don't worry,
I TOLD SANTA I WANTED A GOOD
FRIEND FOR CHRISTMAS!

Plus – here’s a really cool site with some neat Christmas stuff. CHRISTMAS LEGENDS AND ODDITIES

Have to get back to work before Hubby catches me slackin! I'll get a real post up as soon as he faints from exhaustion! OH yeah, like THAT'S gonna happen anytime soon! The energizer bunny better watch out - he's got some serious competition here!

Dedicated men - may we all have at least one!

I am always impressed with men who are dedicated to a job well done.

WARNING: This is a grown-up kind of cute and cuddly story. Watching it with your kids in the room may spur questions that are very difficult to explain. Thanks, Brandi, for the reminder. I tend to forget that there are still households with wee ones peeking over shoulders!



And how much better if he's an animal lover, too!!

Peace, Blessings and Such dedication in your man!

NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED

I am soooo frustrated! Why is it that there are so many times that when we try to do something good, the Universe finds a way to turn the good deed around and bite us in the butt??

Yesterday I was at the store picking up groceries for the weekend and, as I always do, checked out the clearance table. They had a lot of cute Fall and Thanksgiving decorations priced way low for quick sale. I found the cutest set of candleholders. I was so excited! They were perfect for the idea I have of decorating my Christmas table while Bug and Lady N are here. I felt so lucky to have snagged the last pair! Little did I know, as I smugly laid them in my basket, that the Universe had picked just then to show me that I’m still at its mercy.

As I walked down the spice aisle, there was a sweet little lady wheeling along in her motorized buggy. We both stopped at the same time in front of the spices. I’d found my chili powder and had started to move on when she asked me to help her reach the saffron on the top shelf. Always mindful of the fact that some day it may be ME in that chair, I never refuse to help where possible. I gladly turned my basket around to retrieve her jar of gold. (Have you ever bought saffron?? I was amazed to see this tiny speck of stuff in the bottom of a jar with a price tag of $7.94 for .025 ounce! That makes it about $300 AN OUNCE!!! I looked it up online and this is the best description and price I could find. No, I didn’t look that hard. It’s not like I was shopping for chocolate or something!)

I handed the grateful little lady her prize and we talked briefly about the rice dish she was making with it. I swear, the whole exchange didn’t take more than 30 seconds - 1 minute tops! But when I turned back to my basket to continue shopping, MY CANDLEHOLDERS WERE GONE! I’d very carefully nestled them into a little bed I’d made for them with my sweater on top of my purse (which I always zip up and latch into the child seatbelts and cover with my sweater to be sure nobody walks off with it! THANK GOD!!). But now there was just an empty nest! SOMEBODY STOLE MY CANDLEHOLDERS!! RIGHT OUT OF MY BASKET! WITH ME STANDING NOT 2 FEET AWAY!

If this isn’t a classic case of “no good deed goes unpunished” then there’ll never be one! It got me to thinking about all the other times I’ve tried to do something nice and ended up shaking my head when I was left holding the very short end of the cosmic stick. And I KNOW I’m not alone in this! I bet everyone who reads this will have some story to tell.

SO HERE’S MY ANSWER TO THE UNIVERSE’S SICK SENSE OF HUMOR: I’ve started a spin-off blog where you can go and enter your story in the comments. It’s a bloggers open bitch-o-rama session where, as long as you don’t name names, defame anybody specifically, or use foul language you can whine to your heart’s content!

So, go visit my new spin-off blog, NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED and leave us your story. I’ve already posted another whine. It starts off like this…

I have this major aversion to killing bugs. Close your mouth and stop rolling your eyes at me! I try my best to always put them outside instead of just squishing their tiny guts all over my domicile. Most of them are very grateful –

If you want to hear the rest you’re gonna have to go over to the new blog…

Oh - and if you happen to live in Texas and have dinner at a home where they have decorated the table with pretty, new candleholders that are orange, green, and gold entertwined leaves, that they got the last pair of at the grocery store's clearance sale, please give them a message for me:

I'll get you, and you're little dog, too!!



Peace, Blessings, and Cathartic Relief to all!

Cranky people don’t sleep well, sooooo…

I just realized something... I’m just a weeeeee bit cranky tonight! Posting a comment over at Lucille’s kind of convinced me of that. So, rather than going to bed having left everyone else cranky, too, I thought I’d tell you one of my favorite Christmas jokes. It’s not mine. I don’t know who originally wrote it, and it may be totally weird, but here goes…

Once upon a time about 10 years ago it was decreed that the State of Texas capital building in Austin and the Governor’s residence always be decked to the high heavens with the most beautiful lights and decorations. Each year the Governor hosted a media tour of the grounds applauding the donator and explaining the meaning of each piece of decoration. One year, when they got to the last decoration, a manger scene, the Governor proudly said that he had personally donated that item. It was beautifully painted and detailed in splendid colors. There was suddenly, though, a murmur of confusion and a lot of hemming and hawing around when the Governor asked if there were any questions. Finally, one brave reporter spoke up asking, “MMMM, Sir, can you please explain why the three wise men are depicted wearing those bright red firemen’s hats?” The Governor shook his head, put his arm around the young reporter, and said, “Why, son, that’s bucauz ever school child knows that them boys come from a far!”

OK – so you have to speak Texan to get it… but at least I’m laughing again now!

And if you aren’t, I DARE you to try not to laugh after this:


NOW we can all have Peace, Blessings, and baby giggly sweet dreams!