Before we could seriously get in to the spirit of Christmas in my world, we had to first get through celebrating and regaling my beloved on the occasion of the anniversary of his birth. That was accomplished on the fifteenth of December. He got a pedicure gift card and tickets to a classical Chinese Dance performance. He is well rounded. And were then free to commence with the stress and decisions that encompass Christmas. Wa-Hoo.
|they look horrified when I hold them too.|
The old daughter and her familia honored us with their presence (presents?) on December 31. We had another Merry Old Time with them for the week they were here. And I had an opportunity to
In my next life there will not be so many birthdays so close to Christmas, or we shall do away with Christmas altogether and celebrate birthdays only. But I would still like gifts if you don't mind. We have Steve's birthday on 12/14, Cowboy Tim's birthday on 1/4, and precious darling Jack's birthday on 1/6. We don't have such an onslaught on my bank account till the June birthdays come around. What in the world is going on in April/May and again in October? (do the nine month math thing, try to track.) honestly.
So now we are in to 2013. whoop whoop. It can't possibly be any worse than 2012 was in my life. So here's to it. Hip Hip Hooray and all that. I saw a phrase that I liked a lot. It said "Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got." I will try to remember that the next time someone cuts me off, pulls out in front of me, or anything else that my sensitive little self takes exception to. I feel better already.
|It looks like this only it had a Barbie cover on it, pink and purple. sadness|
Over the holidays, I had another two opportunities to visit my Aunt Betty. Once at a nice dinner with my cousin and two of my very favorite people in the the world Charlotte and Cheryl. They've had the dubious honor of knowing me since before I was born. You know how sometimes you have people in your life that you just love unconditionally? Thats the way I feel about Charlotte and Cheryl. Charlotte was my moms best friend forever( I believe she is a BFF) and Cheryl is her daughter. She wouldn't let me wear her toe shoes when I was little. But she was my idol as a kid. I also got to see Aunt Betty with two of my chillens, Alison and Megan and their assorted offspring. As is their wont, Jack and Mila extorted gifts from A. Betty in the form of (Jack) a brain coral and (Mila) a conch shell. Not sure how that all came about, but there you have it.
I had an opportunity to spend the day with Horse Show Mom the other day. She's been a busy little thing selling horses left and right. We took one sale varmint down to Menlo Park to the vet for a presale check and as is the case with horses and vets and buyers and sellers that took all bloody day. As the horse sold on the spot, I was compensated for being agreeable and easy to get along with by a nice dinner and a couple tasty cocktails. I'm easier to get along with if booze is involved. Sad but true. Maybe not sad.
I must fix dinner now. And rest up for the arrival of my new phone tomorrow for which I must sign. Wouldn't you sign for something that arrived at your house unless it came from the judicial department or the IRS or something?
Cheers and all the best for a great New Year!