Yippy Skippy!

I'm tired .... it's been a long day of having fun with my Mommy...  We were at our last thrifty store when I found the Candy cane arch of my dreams and she got it for me.  Merry Christmas that's your prezzie she said if I wanted it that badly.   Yes indeedy do!!!

So ... being exhausted.. what was the first thing I did when I got home?   Kicked off my good shoes.. yes.. stuffed on my crappy ol flip flops.. yes.. trudged outside and erected her in all her glorious goodness.

I'm purring...   : )

Me so wuvs Christmas time.  Hope the neighbors catch onto my thrill and put some lightage up too.  Ol' fuddy duds.  : )

<-=! Happy Thanksgiving !=->

As I sit here I think about the many things that I am thankful for. 

At the moment it's patience with my hubby because sometimes men can be so ignorant about the time it takes to prepare something that will last all of perhaps 30 minutes.   Men ... so blissfully unaware of what goes on within their own homes.  Sometimes, it truly amazes me.

So .. I thought .. why not take a few tidy'd up before's.   Because the afters will be a mess that woman have been dealing with since the "dawn" of Thanksgiving.




I have a wee thing for glass and candle holders.


The dishes belonged to my Grandma and I was fortunate enough to be given them when she was still living in Oregon.  It's very rare that they come out.  I'm terrified they will get a chip or even worse. It would be one more bit of once was gone.  But Holidays make me braver and make me want to use the pretty stuff.  No Corelle tomorrow.   : )

Amaryllis

Each year I walk past the bulbs in a box wanting one but never getting one.  I could never figure out the connection to this want until finally breaking down, buying one and bringing it home.   It sat on my counter for a couple of days while I contemplated the draw I had to this particular flower.  It dawned on me and I made a call to my Mom.   She confirmed that it was something she and Dad bought as a gift for my Grandpa who loved flowers and all things gardening dearly.   "What color did you get for him?"   .... "Oh.. the red one"  we chatted some more and then hung up.

I felt a little bit choked up as I thought about the Red Lion bulb that sat on my counter.  

This year will be the first year without my Grandpa.  His passing in September is still all to fresh in my mind and his presence is missed greatly.   But I find a little bit of comfort looking at my little wee bulb in it's pot and it reminds me of what an amazing love for life my Grandpa had. 

It's going to be my tradition now.  To get a red bulb every single year.  To remember him, to honor him and just to enjoy because they are so darned pretty when they bloom!