So, I just had to blog about my husband because I know he loves me more than anything. He is currently working on a project I've asked him to do and it should have been really simple, but due to plumbing and electrical "stuff" unseen behind walls, it's starting to become a whopper of a project. So, while he continues to work, (because he loves me) and I'm helpless to help (because I really have no clue what he's doing or how to do it)...I just wanted to blog about him and shout his praises. I LOVE YOU BABE!! You make my life wonderful!
Today I'm thankful for...
A warm home, and a comfy bed
Best friends
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
Christmas Music
During the month of December, well...really anytime the week of Thanksgiving and after, I constantly listen to Christmas music. I LOVE the sounds of the old crooners, Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, Perry Como...how can you have Christmas without them??! It's always in the background of our home during the season.
As a mother of four young children, I sometimes laugh at the comical background music Christmas music makes. For example, as I hurriedly am trying to make dinner and I have Shake n Bake glued to my fingers, and the phone is ringing, and two of the kids are making laps around the kitchen island, one yelling at the other to "Give it back!" and the other squealing with a humor mixed with fear, and the other two kids are wrestling RIGHT next to the Christmas tree, which they once and awhile will get ever so closely to tipping it completely over...(you get the picture)....and in the background you can hear Nat King Cole singing..."All is calm! All is bright....Holy infant, so tender and mild." It just makes me laugh.
As a mother of four young children, I sometimes laugh at the comical background music Christmas music makes. For example, as I hurriedly am trying to make dinner and I have Shake n Bake glued to my fingers, and the phone is ringing, and two of the kids are making laps around the kitchen island, one yelling at the other to "Give it back!" and the other squealing with a humor mixed with fear, and the other two kids are wrestling RIGHT next to the Christmas tree, which they once and awhile will get ever so closely to tipping it completely over...(you get the picture)....and in the background you can hear Nat King Cole singing..."All is calm! All is bright....Holy infant, so tender and mild." It just makes me laugh.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
The Annual Laugh
So, when my husband and I were married 9 years ago, I had to teach him that to properly observe Christmas, one must have a real Christmas tree. Non of this artificial stuff that doesn't send the amazing aroma of fresh pine into the air. I mean, that's the stuff that Christmas is; savory aromas to smell, delicious treats to taste and beautiful lights and scenes to see. He was of course the perfect husband and complied to my every wish. And so, we went searching for THE tree, brought it home, wedged it through our front door, and placed it in it's place of honor, right in the middle of everyday living.....the living room.
Since that time, we still get a real tree every year, BUT...we have both come to realize how truly humorous the tradition of "the Christmas tree" is. Think about it. You pay money to buy a cut down tree...something that was once living, and will live for a short week or two in your home, you throw it on top of your car, which normally you take great lengths to avoid coming in contact with trees with, and you bring it to your home, rearrange the entire living quarters to squeeze it in and you set it up in a little "stand" hoping it WILL stand and decorate it until you can't even really tell it was a tree to begin with. Humorous, right?? Well, my husband and I think so. Nevertheless, we still love to go pick out the perfect tree, now with our four children who happen to be tree picker outer experts. Seriously! Don't mess with them! Last year we went to three....count em....1, 2, 3!!!...tree lots, to find THE one.
Tonight, as we heaved the 12-13 foot pine off our car, on to our backs, and into the house, (leaving a plethora of needles trailing behind us), we both smiled and laughed as we once again welcomed into our house, NAY, into the very CENTER of our house....the Christmas Tree. (Which our children affectionately named, Pokey-pine.)
Since that time, we still get a real tree every year, BUT...we have both come to realize how truly humorous the tradition of "the Christmas tree" is. Think about it. You pay money to buy a cut down tree...something that was once living, and will live for a short week or two in your home, you throw it on top of your car, which normally you take great lengths to avoid coming in contact with trees with, and you bring it to your home, rearrange the entire living quarters to squeeze it in and you set it up in a little "stand" hoping it WILL stand and decorate it until you can't even really tell it was a tree to begin with. Humorous, right?? Well, my husband and I think so. Nevertheless, we still love to go pick out the perfect tree, now with our four children who happen to be tree picker outer experts. Seriously! Don't mess with them! Last year we went to three....count em....1, 2, 3!!!...tree lots, to find THE one.
Tonight, as we heaved the 12-13 foot pine off our car, on to our backs, and into the house, (leaving a plethora of needles trailing behind us), we both smiled and laughed as we once again welcomed into our house, NAY, into the very CENTER of our house....the Christmas Tree. (Which our children affectionately named, Pokey-pine.)
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