http://worriersanonymous.org/Share/Oholynight.htm This video is so moving!

Everything thing matters!

It's a busy time of year for everyone and that leaves little time to blog!

I found this old oil painting I did in 1989. It was packed in a box with some books, way back in the remote areas of the attic.

I really like old decorations the best as they envoke such fond memories. I'm lucky, I know, that I have fond memories of Christmas, the sort that stay in your heart for life and serve as a reminder that you are loved and wanted.

Now, I'm deeply appreciative of all the time and trouble my parents and siblings put into this blessed holiday and realize the importance of Christmas devotions, and want to continue the tradition so that my daughter, nieces, and nephews can know they are loved and wanted.

If you make pretty things for the house, or take so much time and trouble to get the Christmas Ham.

Whatever your contribution is, never think it's not worth it. IT IS!!

The past 9 days

Everyday, I draw and write about my day in my journal. This week's entries were just crumbs.

Man, oh man. I've been in such a slump! It all started a couple days before Thanksgiving; feeling sluggish and uninspired. Then my daughter informs me she has a bad cold. I felt bad for her but darn it, if she would get proper rest she wouldn't keep bringing colds home for me to catch.

I had hadThanksgiving Day had all figured out Martha Stewart style, but when the day actually came my body said, "ah, no, it's going to be cranky style."

My daughter sniffled and the in-laws, well God love them, they make their own special sounds.

(just kidding mom and dad!!!!!!!!) yikes.

Everything grated on my nerves. Next day, I was so sick with a sore throat, fever and chills. I put on my winter knit hat, my dad's old sweater and wrapped myself up in a blanket to discover that daytime t.v. is trash.

Thanksgiving weekend, and following week were planned to be one of great accomplishments, because? because my husband went hunting for a week which means most of my domestic time eating chores were on the shelf for awhile and I would have had great and long spans of time to do projects.

Thank the good Lord for the Lawrence Welk Show, thats all I gotta say.

I live in the stone age don't forget.

Anywho, the entire week I was sick with a cold and felt rotten.

I cut my foot too, just a little.

My brother sent me a box of apples from Pennsylvania which I thought was the sweetest thing in the world and I do believe it got me over the hump.

Next day? I felt like my mood was a rain cloud stuck over my head and trying to drown me.

Today? I counted my blessings, my cold is on it's way out and I'm in a much better mood.

Woopeedoo.

I know, its big news.