The Week After

Do you still have your tree up? I do. I didn't actually put my tree up, Boyd did. I placed a few of the decorations on it.  I'm waiting for Boyd to take it down. ummmmm.......not sure if that will happen. I've got a list of several things he need to do. He did get me a curtain rod hung. it was a 48" rod on my bedroom wall to hang my scarves from. It was a brilliant idea, I'm sorry I can't say it was mine. But it looks and works like a charm. Now on to more important things ........

After Christmas sales........... 

Are you going? 

What will it take for you to think it's a bargain?

Do you have returns?

Where will you spend your after Christmas time?

I sometimes purchase after Christmas wrapping paper and cards.

Usually I look for a great deal on a winter coat.

I don't need one, but if the price is right, I will purchase one.

I'm thinking this year I will look for some snow boots, since

the ones I have a pretty much ready for the trash heap.

Paxman Christmas Party

Mom & Dad above, Austin and Girlie Girl Kelly

Bev, who isn't happy to  have a picture taken. . . . . she will grin and bare it.

Brad & Boyd

Bridget and Ben

Don (above) Goldie and Jill

Goldie with some boxer shorts he took from Lexus.  The man who has been going commando since he was 12 took this bad-boys away from a 10 year old!

K-K-Katie and her peeps!

Lance & Shawna (above) Lance taking one the the final gifts.

Lexus before Goldie took them away from.

Peggi and Lance. . . . hey Leavitts why didn't I get any picture of you guys? Were you hiding?

Bridget & Ben. . . . again.  I think I still don't know how to load pics to blogger !!

Tayson & Wyatt (Lance's mini-me)

Tanner & his Girls (above)

Tanner and a Dora Snugglie . . . . so jealous!

It was a fun party. So good to see everyone. Sometimes this is the only time we see each other. Lot of peeps weren't there, they were missed. Next year I'll try to get my $Hi& together and let everyone know when it will be.

Can you say awwwwwww

Last week I had a pain in my side. I ignored it, no time for pain, only time for Advil. Thursday. . . .pain still there. . . . more Advil and with a bonus a Tylenol 4. . . . . . Friday pain increased, increase in Advil and Tylenol 4. Friday night, I complained to Mr. B. I think I shed a tear, when describing the pain. It felt like someone had kicked me, real hard in the back (lower left side) Boyd thought that because I shed a tear my pain might be sincere (?) He insisted to go to the ER. (his logic: We are going on a 4-hour road trip tomorrow, the road trip was 4-hours each way and we were going down and back. . . .same day. Also, we would be traveling with (2) of our favorite traveling companions (see blogs in February of this year to see who they are. . . they know who they are and they are fabity-fab-fab-fabulous) and it would be supremely unfair to them and to him if we had to make an emergency stop at a small-ish town because my pain was worse.) So I consented to go to the ER at our friendly neighborhood hospital, where a routine physical (you know poke, prod, thump) an ultrasound and a CT scan ruled out kidney stones, but the urine analysis (sorry if this is too much information) found blood and so the diagnosis is Kidney Infection. Yikes!! I've had bladder infections but never a Kidney infection. I need to be better at drinking water.

An Awesome Read!

I just finished this book. I L-O-V-E-D it. The author researched this for 5 years.  She took some of the writings of Josephus (not canonized text but interesting reading in ancient script) and created a story about Masada. It takes place in ancient Judea about some Jewish rebels who occupied

the fortress and fought against the Roman army. It is in 4-parts each written from the perspective of a woman and how they were brought to this fortress and how their lives intertwine. Josephus claims that 2 women and 5 children escaped the awfulness of the siege.  And it was awful.  It is written beautifully.  I love a good descriptive sentence, one that paints a picture in my mind, so I can see and smell what the author wants me to.  It made me research Masada and it made my dream to visit the Holy Land that much more intense.

I'm dreaming. . . . .

of a White Christmas

Where's The Snow?

3 Year old programs!

Not programs that are 3 years old, but 3 year olds who are going to perform in a program, they're the best.  This is Mr. Allagzanndah (I like to say his name as if I were from the Bronx) His dad calls him Alejandro (because he speaks spanish) and sometimes I call him "Mr. Mr. Twisted Sister" he answers to all, with a sweet smile.

Here he is stretching, waiting for the "Big Show" it was exactly what you would expect from sixteen 3-year olds. Fun. Funny. Funnier!  I loved it.

Gas at Guad's

This is me and my good friend and neighbor Carla and her sister, Jane. We had a lovely lunch at Guadalahonkeys. We laughed and gossiped and told stories about our lives, and cried. . . . we have all gone thru a life changing, and heartbreaking situation with a child. It is nice to be able to share with people who know exactly what you are feeling and can relate to this oh, so human condition. They are delightful. Jane has been blogging for a year. I have her link on the side. "Gratitude Project" She has blogged everyday about something she is thankful for.  I love reading her inspirational thoughts,  I look forward to it,  quite often, it is the best thing I read all day long.