I am a Planner. And, I plan almost everything. Some would say this is a sign of OCD,however, I disagree. I'm by nature a very organized person...always have been. I've almost always made lists and I even keep a month-at-a-glance calendar on my bathroom counter so that I'm able to glance at it each morning to help me stay on track. I enjoy a satisfied moment at the end of each day when I know I've stayed on track and a sense of accomplishment! So with that said I'm planning 2012! I will strive to accomplish the following: lose more weight, eat healthy, walk 3 miles daily, put a "face" on before I go out in public, dress better, wear my jewelry (it has been gathering dust for far too long) and make attempts at being more creative. I would like to complete at least one rag rug, a collage or two, stay on task when scrap booking and knock them out; also I'm going to organize my pictures and print everything on my camera so that I have the pics readily available when I need them. I've always been able to multitask but I find that sometimes I spread myself too thin - so I'm going to try to concentrate on one task at a time and complete one project at a time instead of attempting several at the same time. Well, that's my plan - let's see how well I'm able to stick to it!!!!

I always loved this poem as a child - it instilled such wonder and excitement - Santa Clause was coming to town!!!! I still take great pleasure in reading this to my grandchildren, although there are only three really little ones that still believe in Santa. The grins on their faces and the yelps and squeals of shear delight and joy when they tear into a gift and it is exactly what they wanted! Watching them rush away from the yet unopened gifts to play with their new toy. There is just nothing that compares with a child's innocence. I look forward to it every year.

My doorbell rang early this morning and as I went to see who the early caller was a car was taking off from in front of my house. It took me a moment to realize that it was my sister, Beverly, sprinting away from the house. She had left behind an envelope addressed to me. The contents brought tears to my eyes. The memories came flooding back of my Dad. He always dressed up as Santa Clause and visited neighborhood children on Christmas Eve. He was a great Santa!! Inside the envelope was a picture that Beverly had taken of Daddy's Santa costume spread out on his bed..hat,gloves and all as if he was wearing it. Even had a candy cane in the glove. Along with it was a check from the proceeds of his estate. Although the check will be useful to me it is not the check that I'm excited about. It is the wonderful picture of Daddy's Santa suit and the memories that go along with it.Much thanks to Beverly for including that picture.

Yes, there is a gene recently identified as "Potty Mouth" that is passed on from generation to generation. Obviously, my mom and dad were carriers of this gene - hence - my awful Potty Mouth! Both of my parents cursed like sailors (as the saying goes) and I inherited that gene. Unfortunately, at the onset of each contraction while in labor with my daughter, Shelly, I called out the useful cuss word "shit". Hence, she also has a potty mouth. I should have fancied it up a bit and hollered "merde"- it sure doesn't sound as bad now does it? I don't think Erin inherited my potty mouth gene. She was, however, exposed to my potty mouth so much she apparently found it entertaining and quite useful when she was mad or upset and formulated her own habit of "potty mouth". The mystery of whether the gene has been passed on to the next generation remains to be seen. So far, it appears that two of my six grandchildren have, in fact, been passed the gene.

Yes, that pretty much describes a passion of mine - THRIFTING!!! I just can't get enough of it! I usually go with a friend or two and enjoy the day searching for treasures. My most recent purchases were nine books of sheet music, vintage lace gloves (excellent condition for $5), picture frames to re-purpose and mats for the frames. I'll use some of the sheet music to cover the mats and make a couple of great collages. I also found a book published in 1950 that my mother had read to us as children. I was especially excited about that. I find that if I don't make a regular visit to either a yard sale or a thrift store I could almost chew my own leg off!! Sounds a little extreme - I know - but I just love a great deal and I find I buy for my friends and family as well as myself. My friends have started giving me their lists because they know I go so often. I always tell them that it is not a special thrift store - just the frequency that I go that produces the best treasures. I have been known to purchase a pair of shoes so that I can remove the embellishments on the shoe in my scrapbooking endeavours. It is usually cheaper than buying the embellishments from a scrapbook specialty shop. I have a box full of ephemera that I have collected for years and am now using to embellish tags, scrapbook pages and frames. I look forward to the spring weather as it is perfect garage sale weather and I'm saving my quarters in my piggy bank so that I'll have plenty of change for my bargains.

Thanksgiving is upon us and I can't help but think about all the family that is not longer around to enjoy it with - Mom, Dad, Aunts Irene,Goldie,Helen and Marie, both of my grandmothers, my close friend Pat -whom I dearly miss - and yes, I could go on and on. The memories live on in my heart. The silly "kitchen hats" there were required by my Aunt Irene to be worn in the kitchen as you prepared the meal. Any rag tired around your head or a paper towel bobby pinned to your hair so that no stray hairs would fall into the food, my Aunt Goldie and her fabulous meals, and my Aunt Marie with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other - her favorite form of relaxation. Unfortunately, I never got to know my Aunt Helen very well. She rarely came to Virginia for a visit and my other aunts did so I bonded with them. There are new friends in my life now and they are my family. Each one different from the other - yet a common thread between us all. Sharon who claims she can't give one hundred percent of her love and self to anyone due to childhood hurts - yet, she practices such love and loyalty to her friends. All you need to say is a whispered "help" and she gives one hundred percent and then some. Pat, who keeps my laughing. She is one on the most honest and down to earth people I know and she knows how to keep a secret. Linda, who can be bossy and controlling, yet she is so loveable and doesn't give herself the credit she deserves. Elizabeth, who also makes me laugh and says what is on her mind. I love her for that. She shoots straight from the hip! Kathy is just plain crazy! I love her nutty comments and the fact that she is a walking encyclopedia. She has so much info filed in her brain and can tell you something about almost everything! Handy to have around. Susan who doesn't seem to trust herself and her own instincts.She is so giving and loving. It is a joy to watch her discover and recognize the "goodness" about herself. Then there is Noxie, I always thought we were polar opposites, however, throughout the years I have discovered that we are more alike than different. She is loyal, respects others feeling and opinions yet can make her point. She is more adventurist than she looks and enjoys a good laugh. Friends are simply chosen family and I love them one and all!

Well, here I go again. In order to aid my breathing and maybe help my sleep apnea I will have the deviated septum in the right nostril fixed. I am as nervous as a whore in church! I have cleaned just about everything in my house today that needed cleaned, hit the library, Michaels and even hit McD's for a caramel Frappe'. Advised my husband that in order to make me happy today three pictures that I had re-framed must be hung. Bless him - he did the hanging - probably wishing it was me not the pictures he was hammering into the wall. Didn't even cook dinner - too anxious. I did however, quickly consume a pimento cheese sandwich (one of my comfort foods) and then had a baked apple. I must say that I'm very grateful for the pain drugs I am about to receive! I don't want to remember anything. It would be lovely to wake up three or four days from now just feeling great and who knows - maybe I'll drop a few pounds in the process. Wouldn't that be the cherry on top! Well, alright, I will make a small confession here - don't tell anyone - our little secret - OKAY! I am also having my nose fixed - yes - you got it - FIXED is the operative word here. I'll deny it from this day forward - the small (well, maybe not really small) bump on the bridge (ugh! did I say bridge - my nose is not that large! But you get the general idea of the location of the very tiny bump on my nose. It will exist nevermore!!! And I'm gonna be a really happy camper. Now to get the other parts of my face to match will be a real challenge - I also have baggy eye lids - my Dad's plastic surgeon told me which doctor to go to so that my insurance would cover the surgery - maybe when I get just a little more courage I'll do that deed. Now I have to figure out how in the world to fix my chicken neck, muffin top and baggy knees. Do plastic surgeons in training give cut rate deals for practice on dummy's like me?
You know, kinda like a beauty school gives cheap hair cuts and color. Just wonderin'. I have to be honest with ya - if they did - I would be first in line. Hmmmm - maybe a butt lift and boob lift!!
Anyway, I'll be under the weather for a few days but I'll sign on again when feeling fresh as a daisy.

I confess - I SNORE - sounding much like a freight train according to Randy. In fact, I can't remember when I didn't snore at least a little. Due to life's stress and daily challenges I always attributed my fatigue to just that -- life, work, kids, money, etc. However, Randy kept nagging me to find out if I was actually suffering from sleep apnea. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore - not the nagging - but the on-going fatigue and needing to take long naps - I was sleeping as little as 3 hours to as much as 12 hours per night. I had complained to my doctor at each and every physical that I suffered from terrible fatigue but a sleep study was never discussed. Now, of course,I look like Darth Vader when I go to bed!! The machine makes noise as well as lights up the bedroom - I absolutely hate this - my number 1 and 2 sleep requirements are absolute darkness and utter quite! I was surprised that I could actually sleep with the two major disturbances, however, I do and I almost always awake feeling rested and energized. There are times, however, when I yank the darn thing off my face and throw it on the floor sometime during the night - now on those mornings I know I'm going to feel like crap and take a very long nap during the day. The mask will lose it's seal and make loud farting sounds and sometimes a shrill whistle sound. That is when it hits the floor - not putting up with that ruckus one little bit!

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