Home Decor

My house looks like it’s exploded, and spewed Christmas decorations from end to end. Oy. To walk, one must step gingerly over pile after pile and the cats have been and will be in the basement until I gain control. They can only come out and play when they have supervision! *L*

I have 7 boxes of decorations. Seven. Oy. Maybe more. I love it when it’s done and (it never fails) I think I need more. One box was destroyed while in storage, broke my heart, so actually it was 8-and see? I DO need more. Replacements. *nods*

So we had a nice Thanksgiving, went up to mom and dads, ate like little pigs-why?why?why?-then stayed at my (older) brothers house. His daughters came over to spend the night too since we were there, and we had a great time. They are 23 and 21. The youngest, H, will be leaving right after Christmas for Mexico. She’s been doing that for 3 years. Loves it there. She’s here for the summer and Fall, then off she goes.

Brie and Logan spent the day with Carls mom and family, they had a nice time. It was odd not having them with us. Be better at Christmas, then they’ll come stay here. *s* Mom and dad were fine, as my bro. and nieces. I surely miss the days when ALL of us, the whole family got together on holidays. Can’t let myself even think about it…made me melancholy this year though, even NOT thinking about it.

Carl is off to jail. (hee) Gets to spend his WHOLE month for last years little tiff (which is apparently how the courts look at it-not us) w/ Brie. #!!*#@% It’s some small measure of peace at any rate.

Logan is just fine. Preciousadorabledarling boy that he is. Has begun smiling more and more, now I can always get a big gummy smile-in which his eyes and nose crinkle up and melts your heart right NOW, and of course Mommy still gets the most. He sure loves his mommy and the adoration is mutual, she goes to the store for 15 minutes and greets him like she’s been gone for hours. *L*

Yes. Pics. I know. Remember you’re looking at the Queen of Procrastination here. Sigh. And here I thought I was growing up. I’m beginning to think it’s not a growing up thing, but rather a personality trait. Oy.

I just want to state for the record that I have a wonderful husband. No he didn’t bring me home diamonds or a new car or anything, it’s more like a daily thing. (yeah, ok, the nights aren’t bad either. *g*) I was looking at him as he was driving us home from T-Day. As he’s done hundreds of times from my family’s diff. homes. Never complaining about it, not even balking. Has always treated my family with the utmost respect and love-even when my older bro. was in his “I am a big shit” days. Or my dad was being an ornery fool. Or when I was. Or any times. Or when Chels was a baby, when he worked full time and I did not, still getting up with her every other time, or night or whatever-sometimes all the time if I was tired.

Holding me when I cried or screamed or shook-even as I pushed him away. Putting up with my depression or mania…no, not the right word, I’ve never felt he Put Up with anything except maybe PMS. *w* I could go on and on and on. Sure he can be a jerk too (if he was too perfect he’d drive me nuts) but those times are few and far. He works too much. That’s my biggest gripe w/ him.

I guess I still am so much appreciating everything these days. It was so hard for so long you know, with all the stress of Brie’s addiction days…and now to see her glowing with health and happiness (except for when Carls around) and Logan and Chels and…well, everything.

Well there ya go. Proof positive I am the Queen of Procrastination. It’s 4 days AFTER Thanksgiving, when I wax poetic over mine. *g*

I’m going to take my grateful little self downstairs now and finish the Christmas decorations. I was getting ornery when I started this-my computer is being a rat and giving me grief (if you’ve no note, this is why,but I’ve been there!) But now I’m all better. Hmmm, this Gratitude stuff seems to work doesn’t it?

Ta.