So Anti-Climactic

There need be no words written.


I believe that the pictures tell it all.


This is what happens when you go out of town right after you put your tree up---that you cut down fresh before you left.....and your family doesn't water it for a week and even though you keep watering it every day after that, it still doesn't work and after you take off the ornaments and the lights, you are left with this:






Sad, but true....and even my Rockin Rosie (my new IRobot---yay) couldn't tackle the needles.

Why...I Would Lose My Head If It Wasn't Firmly Connected, And Christmas Cheer

I haven't had the time to write about my trip to Utah to visit the G-babies. The twins just turned two, and I was excited to record the visit and send some pictures that I had taken to a new friend, Lynne, that I met through blogging. She is amazing and writes every day---sometimes two times a day---unbelievable! She inspires me....

We had a great lunch with my daughter, Hailey, who is one of the funniest and witty people that I know, and we had the lunch at her friends beautiful house, Lisa, who is such an fantastic person, in her own right---so funny, beautiful, and I am in awe of her, also.

Great times, amazing fun and oh, the babies---so adorable!

Well, thats where it stops, as I would love to show you all the pictures that I took, but because I am so brain dead, I discovered that the connector to my camera that allows me to download the pictures to my computer was missing!

Yes, it had gone on walk-a-bout.

Frustration is my constant companion, so I tend to just adjust and figure out how to work with my dead brain----and went through every bag and crevice and pocket that I thought that that little connector would be hiding. Dang, if he isn't good at disappearing!

Well, long story short, that connector didn't manage to get on the plane with me. Hailey sent me an e-mail that the little bugger was now living at her house---had probably hidden while I was packing or something. So, no pictures for awhile, until I can manage to pick up a replacement.

That is why I haven't blogged lately. Thats my excuse. My apologies, Lynne----I will never be as awesome as you are. (But I won't give up---there is always that New Years resolution thing----I CAN do it, I can do it...!)

As far as this past week...it has been days consisting of: an amazing choir program, shopping stress, blizzards, rain, music, family, friends, lots of yummy food, Santa, messes, staying up late, sleeping in, getting up early, a Nativity reenactment, a celebration of Christs birth, and lots of pictures....


Which, unfortunately, none of you will ever see, unless I get that darn connector soon.


Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday and the best to you and yours!

Is Heat Over-rated?

And the answer is 'NO!"

This past week, I had a two and a half day heat breakdown. The first night that I got home from visiting my G-babies, the heater wasn't working properly. The next day, it wouldn't work at all. So, I spent a day very cold, and couldn't take a shower either. (as my water heater is combined with the heater) So, after giving in to "doing the day dirty", I had to look forward to getting to my theatre where I had rehearsal that night to get warm.

Well, I got there and....you guessed it! The heater wasn't working there either! After many apologies to the actors and their parents, I had rehearsal anyway. I went home to find that they had fixed the heater and yes, thought that it was the end of it.

At about 4:45 in the morning, I was awoken (awakened?---not sure...) by total silence and darkness. "What?" you say. "You can't sleep in complete darkness and total silence?"

NO! I have been addicted to white noise for about 12 years----it has saved my life after years of insomnia----so don't say another word about it!

Apparently our power had gone out due to the ice storms that were hitting the New England coast., and we had trees and branches falling all over the roads, hitting power lines right and left.
So, there went the power and heat for that day. So, what was a vain girl to do? I took a "spit bath" (thats cold water with a wash cloth to all the necessary parts) got ready and went out to the car to hang out for most of the day. (my hubby had purchased me a connector for my car, so I could have an electric outlet---what a man!) Aydan went with me and he watched a movie in the back seat as I put my makeup on in the front.

That night, my hubby and I went out Christmas shopping and dropped off our little guy at a warm babysitters house, and I considered having him stay there the whole night (they had offered to let us all stay), as their house was so warm, but my boy scout husband was having none of it! He knew that we could make it work in our cold house-big campers that we were. By the way, the temperature was supposed to get down to about 12 degrees that night. Anyone for snow cave camping?

So, later after we had picked up Aydan, and used flashlights and candles to get ready for bed, piling quilt after quilt on top of my little guy and our bed, we settled down for a LOOOOONG winters nap.

It turned out to be a long one, all right----first of all, I had to use my son's battery radio and turn it on between stations for some static/white noise, and discovered that the only way that I could get any of that noise was to hold the wire antennae in my hand as I slept. It was interesting, to say the least.

Now, I suppose that I haven't mentioned one of my many weird phobias----like sleeping in absolute darkness, apparently. I know that I have claustrophobia, since I can't sleep in tents unless all the windows are zipped open and I can SEE the air coming in. Well, I guess that I am freaked out by complete darkness also, as I kept waking up, panicking and not being able to breathe! So, there I was, clutching my radio wire and sitting up, upon waking, trying to remember where I was and why I couldn't feel my nose anymore and had a ton of blankets on
top of me.

It was a very disconcerting night, to say the least. I also kept getting up to check on Aydan, as I had images of him, frozen on top of his covers, as he had kicked them off, as he is wont to do.

I finally fell asleep when there was some light---at about 6:00 in the morning. I was a bit concerned when I finally woke up, because our big community Christmas concert was that night and I knew that I was thrashed, and I also WASN'T going to go dirty to such a big event!

So, I got on the phone to call several people that had offered to let us come and shower at their houses. It was still extremely cold in our house---well, lets just say that it was "you could see your breath" kinda cold. But after a few days of it, I was getting used to it.

Later in the afternoon as I was getting my stuff together, grumbling just a bit, then walking out the door,............the lights came on! I immediately said a prayer of thanks and did a little jig around the living room! YES! It was the best feeling!

As the day went on and it got warmer in the house, I appreciated it more and more. I didn't go to take a shower at my friends house, because I thought that I could take one at MY house now. I was bound and determined to stay there and enjoy my own shower, thank you very much!

Little did I remember that it takes about 6 hours to warm up the water in the water heater and I ended up having to take a cold shower! AAAAhhhhh----I DON'T recommend it to anyone.
But whats a vain girl to do, when she's got to perform in an hour?

What Is My Spiritual Number?

Your Spiritual Number is Eight

You bring inspiration and success into people's lives. You understand how the world works, and you have a knack for money. Right now, your life is all about goals and progress. This is nothing new though - you're always moving forward. You have a lot of perspective in life. You are able to remove your emotions and see the big picture. You usually bet right in life. You have are intuitive and win often. *Interesting quiz and I don't know what it really means. But there it is for all to peruse. Hmmmmmm.

Why Don't I Have Any Followers?

I have been trying to blog at least twice a week. That is a lot for me, trust me. I have tried to be creative and fun and positive thinking. It hasn't been easy.

But I still can't seem to get any official "followers". I should have known that since I don't really get many comments, that people don't want to let me know that they read my blog. They don't want to be my "follower". I was really asking for it, when I asked for a validation for my blogging.

I should have known. I should have known.

NOW CLICK THE FREAKING FOLLOWER SIGN ON THE SIDEBAR AND MAKE MY DAY!!

Sorry---did I write that out loud?

Not A Creature Was Stirring, Not Even The Mouse!

I live right next door to a conservation area. It is really nice to see deer leisurely walking and eating in our yard some mornings and evenings, as well as the occasional raccoon and badger, BUT there is a down side to this beauty right in our back yard....it carries a LARGE population of mice.

Of course, as you noticed in "my day" blog that I have two cats, and yes, while they are awesome and great to keep the mice population down, they tend to leave the remains. They are always so proud of their kills, also, that they bring them right to the bedroom door, so we can step on them as we first walk out in the morning.

My wonderful husband is usually the first one up (unless I have felt the need for a 5:00 bathroom break---and I am VERY careful to turn on the lights now, just in case----eeeeewwww!) and he usually picks up any stray parts that are lurking outside our door, and disposes of them.

Well, I came out just a few days ago and went in to wake Aydan as I usually do. I turned on the lights and shuffled into his room. As I was passing the stairway, I happened to glance down on the stair. Yes, sure enough---there it was---A DEAD MOUSE! Now, I must preface this with a brief declaration of the fact that I CAN NOT STAND MICE----ALIVE OR DEAD!

I mean, if there is one in my bedroom, I will stay in bed until someone has found it and removed it. I abhor the creatures---even those little ones in the pet store---something about their tails or something. Ugggghhhh. (shudder)

But I digress. I went to get the broom and the dust pan with the LONG handle to pick it up with. Aydan passed by me to get into the shower and I was there---squealing as I attempted to pick this dead whole mouse up. I JUST COULDN'T DO IT!

I went into the bathroom to explain it to Aydan, thinking that maybe I could talk HIM into picking it up, but he wanted nothing to do with it, so I went back to try again....

...AND IT WAS GONE!!...................................................


NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO..........NOT THAT!


Now, I know that you are thinking that the mouse was really alive, right? And that it had miraculously escaped?


But, no---that would be scary, but actually my wonderful cat, Shadow had decided that he wanted to play some more with the wee thing.

So, if you can picture this: I'm running around with the broom and dustpan---screaming at the cat to "DROP IT! DROP IT", yet everytime the cat came running at me with the darn thing, I would scream and jump up on something, and yell "DROP IT! DROP IT, SHADOW!"

There was one time when Shadow just sat there with that thing in its mouth and looked at me, like I had done some strange offensive thing. "What, me?" I thought. "You are the one with a half dead mouse in your mouth---playing, need I say it...CAT AND MOUSE with me!"

Well, he soon tired of our game and went prancing away and dropped the infernal rodent somewhere in the living room. I HAD to crawl around and look for it as fast as I could----just in case he came back and decided to take it up and run with it again. Meanwhile the time is ticking away and I yell for Aydan to get out of the shower and get dressed---because Mom is having a "mouse emergency" day.

I finally found the foul thing...right under my coffee table.

The proof is here: (And don't look at the dust and everything---we had just trimmed the tree the night before----geeze!)




BTW: I managed to scoop it up----squealing (me, NOT the mouse!) all the time, and threw it out the front door----where it hit the front of my house, bounced and fell on the ground, not far from the front door.

So....I'm just not going to look over there when I go somewhere.