Christmas is coming.

Christmas is coming! Just 24 more days to go! Christmas is my very most favourite holiday of the year. I love it! The tree and lights and decorations and presents and food.....oh my....the food....wait a minute....I need to get a napkin....I am drooling.....just give me a sec......
OK, so anyway, with it almost being Christmas and listening to the radio at work ,I get to hear lots of carols. That makes me happy! I like carols. So today, while I was taking a very late lunch and listening to the carols on the radio, I decided to check out my personal emails. My aunt sent a link to me and I have spent the last 10 minutes entering Christmas carol titles. It's too funny! So go ahead and try it. Just type in a carol title and see what happens. Better still after you have listened to a few go ahead and put in a non Christmas song title...I used "Black Sunday"...and then hear what happens. It's too funny! I hope you get a laugh or giggle out of this. I know I did.
Happy caroling!

I thought and I could have sworn.

If I had a penny for every time I uttered the words "I thought..." or "I could have sworn..." I would be a rich woman right now. It seems that my days are a wasteland of lost things. Maybe if I was a bit more, OK who am I kidding?...let me re-phrase that line.....maybe if I was a LOT more organized, I wouldn't waste half my days and nights going through cupboards, drawers and closets muttering "I thought....I could have sworn..". Geesh! It's enough to drive a woman insane and a Hubby John crazy. I am sure he must sit in his chair, with his feet up, watching his TV show while I run around the house looking for another whatever that I thought and could have sworn I had, thinking to himself, "Well if you would get all your crap together in one place and labelled you'd know where it is....if you even have it." See, this is why I need a craft room. Then I would only have to be in one room saying, "I though I had or I could have sworn.". I wouldn't be driving Hubby John crazy. HJ if you are reading this, and I am sure you are, we need to move to a bigger house. I need a craft room. Hey don't even go there! Never mind....you want a heated garage, I want a craft room. Fair is fair! Naw......forget it. Just the thought of packing up all my stuff to move it and then having to unpack it again exhausts and depresses me. If I actually had to do all that packing I would probably die of exhaustion and mental stress. Ha! Yes, people can so die from exhaustion. I saw it on House and CSI and Dr. Oz. Oh sure, I can take Happy Pills for the mental part but the actual work would definitely kill me I am sure. Stop smiling HJ! Can you imagine me trying to pack up this house? Running around with scissors, string, tape and a marker looking for stuff to pack? While you supervise from the chair yelling at me not to run with the scissors because I might fall and poke my eye out. Yah right....who are I kidding? We both know I don't run so that would never happen. But still if we did move you would really go crazy listening to me repeat over and over....."I thought...", "I could have sworn"..."I thought".... Yes, it really would drive you crazy. Hmm.........this is a thought to myself and I should write it down before I forget, (where is a post-it note when I need one?) if HJ went crazy and got put into the insane asylum I wonder how long it would take to convert the office to a craft room. Well there you go! Perfect solution to my problem! No need to move.
Hubby John.....your Nuts! A wild and crazy guy! I need to call our lawyer and have him get started on the paperwork. Now if I could just remember where the Rolodex is. Hmmm...let me think about this for a minute......I thought it was on the desk, or maybe in the office, was it the kitchen? no... aha! the living room.....nope, you know I thought and I could have sworn..............

You did smile a little bit didn't you?

It's amazing how, when you reach a certain age group, your memory starts to fail. What you knew just a year or so ago, or even last week, you can't, for the life of you, remember it today. You are, whether you like it or not, getting old. It happens to all of us and can cause some pretty funny (and not so funny) moments. It sure does keep your life interesting. I have a few words of advise that may help....POST-IT notes. You should see my desk at work. I should have bought shares in 3M. I would be retired by now and be able to have a man servant to remember everything for me. What am I saying? I do have Hubby John don't I? Hmmm...now if I could just retire. Just kidding....well....not really. hee....hee...hee....
When I read this joke I laughed because it could be any one of the many ladies (or men) I know...especially me!

Three old ladies sit in a diner, discussing their health.
One lady says, "You know, I'm getting really forgetful. This morning, I was standing at the top of the stairs, and I couldn't remember whether I had just come up or was about to go down."
The second lady says, "You think that's bad? The other day, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I couldn't remember whether I was going to sleep or had just woken up!"
The third lady smiles smugly. "Well, my memory is just as good as it's always been, knock on wood," she says as she raps on the table. Then with a startled look on her face, she asks, "Who's there?"

Aw come on.....admit it....you did smile a little bit didn't you?

Pillow Talk

The problem with weekends is that your internal clock is still on the work day time line.
Unless I am sick, I usually wake up between 6Am and 7Am, seven days a week.
Not fair!
Some weekends I feel lazy and just want to sleep for an extra hour.
That never works.
For the most part I wake up at my regular time.
Today was no exception. I was awake shortly after 6Am but wasn't ready to get out of bed right away. I fluffed my pillow, changed position and closed my eyes.....for about 3 minutes, then opened them knowing I was not going to back to sleep. Hmmm........ I didn't want to get up. I was toasty warm under my blanket and the room was icy cold (furnace turned way down and window open a crack year round) and it wasn't completely light outside so my room was still fairly dark. Mind you, having blinds that are designed to keep out daylight helps too. Anyway, I had the perfect conditions for sleeping except that I was wide awake. What's a girl to do? I was too lazy to turn on the light and grab a book to read. I didn't want to turn on the radio for fear of waking up Hubby John, next door, who had finally stopped coughing and was getting some much needed sleep, and I was feeling too darn lazy to crawl out of my toasty warm bed and officially start my day. Sigh.... But then I heard it.....a tiny little squeak....Baby Cat Oscar.....where was he? Lifting my head without letting cold air get under the blankets, I could just make out his chubby outline at the very bottom end of the bed. Using my best coaxing voice and keeping it to a whisper I called him. "Hey Baby Cat....come see mom!" There was no answer. Hmmm, maybe he was more asleep than I thought. Speaking a bit louder, in order to wake him up, I called out, "Oscar, come here, come on Baby Cat, come see mom." Still no response. I was thinking how nice it must be nice to be able to sleep like the dead. And then I thought... "Oh, no! Maybe he's not sleeping....maybe something has happened to him. Maybe he is sick or.... dead. Eww....not on the bed Baby Cat! So I called loudly this time..."Oscar...come on...come see mom....Baby Cat come here....come see mom... Baby Cat wake up.....NOW! There was no movement from the bottom of the bed so I sat up to crawl down to check him out when I heard it...........the sound of Velcro being ripped open...coming from the hall way.....along with the noise of a cat complaining about being disturbed. That would be Baby Cat Oscar walking up the stairs while complaining that his food dish has not been filled yet. Hmmm.......if Baby Cat is not in my room, then what the heck is on the end of my bed? Dhuh......turns out it was one of my round log pillows.......silly me. I need to start taking my glasses upstairs at night so I can see what I am doing in the morning. Baby Cat Oscar came into my room complaining and sounding like Velcro (his nails will be trimmed today) and crawled up onto the bed and laid down beside me for his morning pets and scratches. I scratched behind his ears, rubbed his belly and, with him purring loudly in my ear, told him all about my day coming up. It was nothing special, just another normal morning, well maybe a bit different with that extra pillow talk.

Gee.....I have to start staying caught up with what is going

on with my favourite blog sites.

Priscila from Casa Bella Chic has just moved her blog to

a new site called Little Miss Heirlooms.

Go over and check out her site as she is going to be having

a lot of giveaways.

But finish reading my post first.

To catch up on her newest giveaway, which is from

Little Diva Tutus go the CHECK IT OUT section

on the sidebar of my blog.

Click on the Little Miss Heirlooms button

(no...not the one on this post the one on the sidebar)

and ta...da...! you'll be transported right over to

Priscila at Little Miss Heirlooms with all her

goodies and giveaways.

Just follow her directions and you'll be entered before you know it.

Hurry though.....the draw is on the 15Th of November

and that is coming up really fast.

Thank you Priscila and Good Luck to everyone....especially me!

What's New On My Blog?

What's new on my blog?

A blog site that is....well...Fabulous!

Go look for yourself ...after you've read

this post of course!

CHECK IT OUT

is a new item that I have

added to my sidebar.

It is where I will be posting sites

that I find, and that you may find,

fun, fabulous and fantastic.

My first addition is a blog called

Fabulous Fun Finds. It has a lot of

free giveaways and is always showcasing

new and exciting Etesy shops and Blogs by

Creative people with things to sell.

To get to Fabulous Fun Finds,

just go to the Check It Out section

on my sidebar and click on the pink

bag (don't click on the picture on this post).

Once you click on the picture it will

take you to a fabulous site where

you can find some, well.... fabulous fun finds.

You might win something for free!
Never say never.
Try it....you just might like it!

PS For those who read this post earlier

when I was having technical problems...

(aka Lois doesn't have a clue about computer stuff)

I want you to know that I did this all

by myself and didn't have to get help

from anyone.

And I didn't even blow up the computer. LOL!

PITA's and my corner of the office.

I love my desk area at work.

I have my very own corner that

gives me lots of room.

I have a window. A big window.

It doesn't matter that it looks out on a grey brick wall

of the neighbouring building.

It is a window and I get sunshine on my shoulder and that makes me happy. Hmmm........that could be a song....ooops!...

sorry Mr. Denver.....it is a song!

However I digress from the subject at hand. I was saying how I like my corner of the office. I have a movable partition that I hang my coat and purse on and that give me and my office cohort, Sheila, some privacy from each other. I am happy in my little corner. I have everything I need and if ever I should need anything more I need only to ask and the boss says, go ahead and order it. My life at work is good and has everything I want. Everything is just peachy. Except for one teenie, tiny, little thing that really bugs me. I have an infestation of fruit fly. No, I didn't make a mistake in not pluralizing the word fly. I don't have fruit flies, more than one, a flock, herd, swarm or whatever more than one is called. I have a SINGLE.......ANNOYING....PITA (pain in the ass) FRUIT FLY. Now, it could be that I am wrong and that there is a tag-team of fruit flies that come out one at a time simply to annoy me. There is that possibility. But since I am only seeing one fly I must conclude that the infestation is of fruit fly not fruit flies. That little sucker defies gravity. I pounce on it and it is gone before I can say "What the.....?" . It waits until I am typing in full fledged data entry mode to attack......flying back and forth, up and down, in and out of my line of sight....and it never is dead when I hit it...or at least I think I've hit it. It is very annoying. My desk is clean, my garbage is clean, my apples are kept in the fridge for the weekend so there is nothing there to attract the pesky little gnat....oops sorry...wrong bug...I mean to say the pesky little fly. I would hang up some of those sticky manila coloured house fly strips but I don't think the boss would appreciate it hanging there for all the world to see when it (the world) comes tromping into the office. I don't want to spray noxious bug spray because of all all my desk pads, post it notes, hundreds of memo sheets that are glued, pasted and pinned to my bulletin board. How would I de-noxicify (is that a real word?) them? Maybe I should take clear tape and tack it across my computer screen or I could write on the back of a post it note on the side where the sticky line is and then tape it up with that sticky side facing out and the boss would think it was a regular post it note to myself. I have hundreds of them, the post it notes not the fruit fly, and the boss wouldn't even realise that I have them taped and pinned up backwards. Hmmmm that is definitely a possibility. I am not sure what to do. This infestation of fruit fly is a very annoying thing. Sigh.....what's poor girl to do? I could try a dish of vinegar left out. I read that this works very well. Maybe some honey on a dish to lure the little bitty fly. Then....BAM! once that little PITA lands it would be gone so fast it's head would spin. I will have to try something that is more successful than my hands, which, it appears, are too slow. Any suggestions out there?

Bring them on! As long as it doesn't involve small children, body parts, pets or spiders I am open to ideas of any kind. Let me rephrase that...I am open to most ideas of any kind.

The office is now open....let the suggestions um...er...fly.

Forever and Always and a Happy Gotcha Day!

(Pic to right...1st time Papa held Neve .... China 2005)

Today we celebrated

"GOTCHA DAY".

This is the day that Neve officially became ours.

We are so very blessed to have this little girl in our lives.

Every night in my prayers I thank God for all the blessings

He has given me and I ask for protection and blessings for

my Hubby John, John Vincent, Sarah and Neve, Jaime and Mike,

along with the rest of our extended family. I also ask God to bless the woman that had the courage to give Neve life and I ask that somehow this brave woman knows that the baby girl that she had to leave, has grown into a healthy, happy, well adjusted,

beautiful little girl that is loved by her forever family.

I thank her for her bravery and I ask God's blessings in her life.

To my Cutie Patootie Neve....Happy GOTCHA DAY!

Grams & Papa are so glad that you are here and that you are ours.

Forever and always no matter what.

(Pic to Right....Grams & Neve, exhausted after a day of sightseeing.

We slept in this position all night.)