Saturday, December 11, 2010
Christmas story #11 posted here is the link:
Still not myself. I did put the heat on but no higher than 65. I am very nervous now. DH missing 2 days of work is going to really hard on us. We have to have $425. by the end of the month for our electric bill.
I was hoping to get my niece and 2 great nephews a Christmas gift. They are the only children in the family. I usually get them a board game or something. I doubt they would even notice though. They never want for presents from their parents and grandparents.
I had also hoped to get my husband some socks and underwear which he needs terribly. Also I wanted to get a few long sleeve tops for myself. I have only 3. I swear someone is stealing my clothes. Only pants I found when we got my winter stuff out are all uncomfortable and don't fit right.
Cardiologist was out yesterday and did an echocardiogram and tested my carotid artery. I still have the delay in my heart and some leaking. They will retest in 6 months. He told me to watch my salt because of the edema. I don't have high blood pressure but, will limit my diet soda. I generally don't add salt to my food.
Have a poem of sorts but first I have 3 songs / videos of the day. Good for a laugh. Enjoy!
** 'Twas The Night Before Christmas...Mom Style **
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the abode
Only one creature was stirring & she was cleaning the commode.
The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds,
while visions of Nintendo & Barbie flipped through their heads.
Yes, and dad was snoring in front of the TV,
with a half constructed bicycle propped on his knee.
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
which made her sigh, "Now what is the matter?"
With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
She descended the stairs, and saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes & soot, which fell with a shrug,
"Oh great," muttered the mom, "Now I have to clean the rug."
"Ho Ho Ho!" cried Santa, I'm glad you're awake."
"your gift was especially difficult to make."
"Thanks, Santa, but all I want is time alone."
"Exactly!" he chuckled, "So, I've made you a clone."
"A clone?" she muttered, "What good is that?"
"Run along, Santa, I've no time for chit chat."
Then out walked the clone - The mother's twin,
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.
"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.
You'll relax, take it easy, watch TV and rest.
"Fantastic!" the mom cheered. "My dream has come true!"
"I'll shop, I'll read, I'll sleep a night through!"
From the room above, the youngest did fret.
"Mommy?! Come quickly, I'm scared and I'm wet."
The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart."
"Hey," the mom smiled, "She sure knows her part."
The clone changed the child and hummed her a tune,
as she bundled the small one in a blanket cocoon.
"You're the best mommy ever. I really love you."
The clone smiled and sighed, "And I love you too."
The mom frowned and said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal.
That's my child's LOVE she is going to steal."
Smiling wisely, Santa said: "To me it is clear,
Only one loving mother is needed here."
The mom kissed her child and tucked her in bed.
"Thank You, Santa, for clearing my head.
Sometimes I forget, it won't be very long,
before they'll be too old for my cradle and song."
The clock on the mantle began to chime.
Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time."
With the clone by his side, Santa said: "Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, dear Mom, you'll be all right."
Sometimes we need reminding of what life is all about.
Especially at times when the Holiday season shouts,
and all we do is clean, bake, and procure.
You get the picture -- I'm sure.
So stop for a moment and hug that little one so dear,
whether he/she is 2 or 22, or even older this year.
For they are the gift that God gave us from Heaven above,
and what a special gift to be treasured, with endless LOVE!
May The Real Meaning Of Christmas Be With You All Year.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Christmas present story #10 is posted.
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It is so cold in here I doubt I will thaw out today. Suppose to warm up this weekend but we will be having rain too. After that next week is suppose to be colder than this last week. The Weather person on the TV says "We will be in an arctic freeze" I want to just smack her. Shut up already! She is making me colder than I am. Ha!
DH missed works so of course I feel bad but he needs to work. We can't afford for him to get sick. He got some rest yesterday and hoping he gets to work today. His cold is in his chest and his chest hurts. Me I am split between head and chest. Misery loves company right?.
Today I want to make you laugh. They always say laughter is the best medicine right? Enjoy and have a Great Day!
~* Things NOT To Say When Hanging Tree Lights *~
Did you know that hanging lights on a Christmas tree is one of the three most stressful situations in an on-going relationship? The other two danger zones are teaching your mate to drive and wallpapering.
Things NOT To Say When Hanging Tree Lights:
** "You've got two red lights right next to each other, goober. You're supposed to go yellow, green, red, blue -- not yellow, red, red, green, blue..."
** "Up a little higher. You can reach it. Go on, try."
** "What on earth do you do to these lights when you put them away every year? Tie them in knots?"
** "Come away from that aluminum ladder, kids. I'm going to fry that sucker."
** "Give me that."
** "You've got the whole thing on the tree upside-down. The electric pluggee thing should be down here at the bottom, not up at the top."
** "I don't care if you have found another two strings, I'm done!"
** "You've just wound 'em around and around -- I thought we agreed it shouldn't look like a spiral this year?"
** "Have you been drinking?"
** "Where's the cat?"
** "If you're not going to do it right, don't do it at all. Don't just throw them on, like you do the icicles. You're worse than your father."
** Gift Wrapping Tips For Men **
This is the time of year when we think back to the very first Christmas, when the Three Wise Men; Gaspar, Balthazar and Herb, went to see the baby Jesus and, according to the Book of Matthew, "presented unto Him gifts; gold, frankincense, and myrrh." These are simple words, but if we analyze them carefully, we discover an important, yet often overlooked, theological fact: There is no mention of wrapping paper.
The words "wrapping paper" do not appear in the Bible, which means that the very first Christmas gifts were NOT wrapped. This is because the people giving those gifts had two important characteristics:
They were wise.
They were men.
Men are not big gift wrappers. Men do not understand the point of putting paper on a gift just so somebody else can tear it off. This is not just my opinion: This is a scientific fact based on a statistical survey of two guys I know.
One is Rob, who said the only time he ever wraps a gift is "if it's such a poor gift that I don't want to be there when the person opens it." The other is Gene, who told me he does wrap gifts, but as a matter of principle never takes more than 15 seconds per gift. "No one ever had to wonder which presents daddy wrapped at Christmas," Gene said. "They were the ones that looked like enormous spitballs."
I also wrap gifts, but because of some defect in my motor skills, I can never completely wrap them. I can take a gift the size of a deck of cards and put it the exact center of a piece of wrapping paper the size of a regulation volleyball court, but when I am done folding and taping, you can still see a sector of the gift peeking out. (Sometimes I camouflage this sector with a marking pen.) If I had been an ancient Egyptian in the field of mummies, the lower half of the Pharaoh's body would be covered only by Scotch tape.
On the other hand, if you give my wife a 12-inch square of wrapping paper, she can wrap a C-130 cargo plane. My wife, like many women, actually likes wrapping things. If she gives you a gift that requires batteries, she wraps the batteries separately, which to me is very close to being a symptom of mental illness. If it were possible, my wife would wrap each individual volt. My point is that gift-wrapping is one of those skills like having babies that come more naturally to women than to men. That is why today I am resenting:
GIFT-WRAPPING TIPS FOR MEN:
Whenever possible, buy gifts that are already wrapped. If, when the recipient opens the gift, neither one of you recognizes it, you can claim that it's myrrh.
The editors of Woman's Day magazine recently ran an item on how to make your own wrapping paper by printing a design on it with an apple sliced in half horizontally and dipped in a mixture of food coloring and liquid starch. They must be smoking crack.
If you're giving a hard-to-wrap gift, skip the wrapping paper! Just put it inside a bag and stick one of those little adhesive bows on it. This creates a festive visual effect that is sure to delight the lucky recipient on Christmas morning:
YOUR WIFE: Why is there a Hefty trash bag under the tree?
YOU: It's a gift! See? It has a bow!
YOUR WIFE (peering into the trash bag): It's a leaf blower.
YOU: Gas-powered! Five horsepower!
YOUR WIFE: I want a divorce.
YOU: I also got you some myrrh.
In conclusion, remember that the important thing is not what you give, or how you wrap it. The important thing, during this very special time of year, is that you save the receipt.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Christmas story #9 is posted.
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My poor DH caught my cold. I loaded him with mucinex, benedryl and Vitamin C last night. He is doing better this morning. He went to a job fair. He is still look and exploring all options.
My cold continues, mostly in my chest now. We have been eating a lot of soup. Progresso has been on sale. I have soup and salad for lunch. It just makes me feel better with the warm food. We had some and the store had them on sale or $1.
I know what I want for Christmas and I am sure everyone would agree is a free Electricy Month. That or they wipe all past debts for electric. Ha! Hey I can dream.
This story I really liked there were some of the symbols I didn't know. I am glad now I do. Enjoy! Have a Wonderful Day!
True Meaning of Christmas
Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened. I had just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room, and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree. He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out.
"What are you doing?" I started to ask.
The words choked up in my throat, and I saw that he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone. Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know. He then answered me with a simple statement: "TEACH THE CHILDREN!"
I was puzzled, what did he mean?
He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood bewildered, Santa said, "Teach the children. Teach them the real meaning of Christmas. The meaning of Christmas that nowadays has been forgotten."
Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a FIR TREE and placed it before the mantle. Teach the children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind. All the needles point Heavenward, making it a symbol of man's thoughts turning toward Heaven.
He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR. Teach the children that the star was the Heavenly sign of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign of the fulfillment of His promise.
He then reached into his bag and pulled out a CANDLE. Teach the children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light, we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness.
Once again he reached into his bag and removed a WREATH and placed it on the tree. Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the real nature of love Christ showed for us. Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection.
He then pulled from his bag an ornament of HIMSELF. Teach the children that I, Santa Claus, symbolize the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December.
He then brought out a HOLLY LEAF. Teach the children that the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly berries represent the blood that He shed for us.
Next he pulled from his bag a GIFT and said, "Teach the children that God so loved the world that whoever believes in Him shall have everlasting life." (John 3:16) Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift. Teach the children that the wise men bowed before the Holy Babe and presented Him with gold, frankincense and myrrh. We should always give gifts in the same spirit of the wise men.
Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE and hung it on the tree. Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherd's crook. The crook on the staff helps to bring strayed sheep back to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper.
He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men of good will."
Suddenly I heard a soft tinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out a BELL. Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should bring mankind to the fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return.
Santa looked around and was pleased. He looked back at me and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said, "Remember, TEACH THE CHILDREN the true meaning of Christmas and do not put me in the center for I am but a humble servant of the One that is, and I bow down to worship Him, Our Lord, Our God, and Savior.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
#8 Christmas present story is posted.
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Happy Wednesday! See I told you I had way too many Christmas stories that even double posting blog and website I still have a lot.
I am still fighting this darn cold! I can't wait until it passes me. I have gotten my flu shot. I can't imagine what I would have if I didn't. Been having to have the heat up. 65 degrees when it is nippy but we try to keep it at 60. I am trying my best to make it low so our electric bill isn't any higher. This $425. a month is really hurting us. Before winter kicked in I thought it would take us 3 months to catch up. But now it might not happen that way. Next Tuesday it is going to be 27 the high and 18 the low. BBBRRR!
No word yet on DH's new job he was looking into. They should hear something by the end of the week we hope. My DH is so impatient. They needed a copy of his resume. So I emailed an attachment to the guy like 6 times. He kept saying he didn't get it. Once I sent the email and forgot to attach the resume and he got that one. Then it dawned on me his firewall might be blocking it. So I copied it and put it in the body of the email. That one went. My DH was like "Forget this job" getting all impatient. I told him to hold his horses! Ok now I am saying old.
Ok all you Marshmallow's (softie example I cry at coffee commercials) today is a double whammy. The song and the story. They are very touching. Enjoy!
The Doll and a White Rose
- Author Unknown
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys.
And wondered if the grand-kids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?". She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it."
The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it". I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her". I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "She has gone to be with Jesus."
My Daddy says that Mamma is going to have to go be with her." My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mamma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store." Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store.
He said, "I want my Mamma to take this with her so she won't ever forget me. I love my Mamma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister." I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet.
While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?". He grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it has to be enough." So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money." Then the boy said, "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mamma can take it with her to give to my sister. And he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mamma a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mamma."
"She loves white roses so very, very much." In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about he little boy as I finished my shopping In a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later I read in the paper that the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young mother was.
And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
7 Christmas Gift is posted here is the link.
Happy Tuesday! Still fighting this darn cold. I really have to give the makers of benedryl and mucinex credit. I know I would feel so much worse without them. The mucinex even has a cough suppressant in it.
I had did a bunch of research on Christmas Gifts. It originally was a crap load of stuff. So yesterday I went through them and picked in my opinion the easiest and most interesting ones. Hope they might help anyone looking for a gift idea. Of course there is a funny for you. Maxine's 12 days of Christmas.
~* IDEAS *~
**One Year my Aunt took a homemade doilies from my Grandmom and put it in a nice frame. Looked great on my wall.
**I use to go to craft fairs a lot. One lady took old jeans and a shoe box. She used a hot glue gun to apply the jeans on the outside of the box. Then inside she used a cotton fabric. It made a trendy hope box. She had about 20 of them and sold out! She even had orders to make up.
**A hand made recipe book would be a good idea. A compilation of old family recipes from your family, and your friends' families. Start collecting them in the summer and take your time and edit and make them real nice and sturdy (to withstand the heavy use!)
**A calendar for the family with everyone's photos and birthdays. That was a big hit.
Free 2011 Calendar Pages
**Bath Salt Recipe
**Hot Chocolate in a Jar Craft
**Cookies in a Jar
**Home-Made Message Board
**Pine Cone Air Freshener Craft
**Sea Shell Recipe Holder Craft
**Liquid Hand Soap Recipe
**Make a Bundt Cake Candle
63 Gift Ideas for Under $10 - For Any Occasion of the Year!
**Every Day Is Christmas**
Every day is Christmas when you have the kind of mind,
That stores up all the goodness and the sweetness it can find.
When you don't need an occasion, to spread a bit of cheer,
But just keep on a-giving, of yourself throughout the year.
Every day is Christmas, with a gaily wrapped surprise,
When you've learned to see the friendship, in someone else's eyes.
When you try a little harder, and complain a little less,
Holding fast to all the fervor of the faith that you possess.
Every day is Christmas, when you've found that you can be
More concerned with words like "you" and less with "I" and "me."
When it's fun to do a favor, and to lend a helping hand,
When being understood means less, than when you understand.
Every day is Christmas, with a beauty deeply cast,
When you find it doesn't matter, if you're first or if you're last.
When you can face your conscience, and be glad of what you are,
Then every day is Christmas, with a stable and a star.
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