Day Fifteen 2012

"The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child." ~ Joe Houldsworth

I stole a bunch of those this afternoon from six week old grandpeep Knox. His grandpa and I sure did enjoy our brief visit with him and daughter Kelly and son in law Kerry. He's a warm, soft little bundle and we are always reluctant to let go of him. Hope we didn't spoil him too much. Thanks for the kisses, Knox! Looking forward to stealing some more in the near future.

Day Fourteen 2012

The snow has melted (mostly) and the temperature is twenty degrees warmer today than it was yesterday. Hubby Neil and I went for a walk around our neighborhood this afternoon, just before sunset. Beautiful day! 

Day Thirteen 2012

SNOW DAY!  Grandpeeps Shelby and Elijah enjoyed playing in the inch or so of snow that fell in our town last night and this morning. They stayed outside for nearly an hour, even though it was 25 degrees. They finally came inside and thawed out by the fire, sipped some hot chocolate and colored a picture or two before lunch time rolled around. Neil made sure the birds had plenty of food. They were all over those feeders all day long, especially the peanut butter. I ventured outside as the sun was setting to clean the ice and snow off the car. Enjoyed the day with my peeps! No bad luck today. Happy TGIF-the Thirteenth!

Day Twelve 2012

See that one box of GE soft white 100 watt light bulbs in my Wal-Mart shopping cart, nestled among the eggs and cheese slices and other boxes of light bulbs? That's it. That's all she wrote. The last box of 100 watt incandescent light bulbs at the Wal-Mart in my town is mine, all mine. All you fluorescent curly bulb lovers can shake your energy saving heads all you like, but at least I won't get headaches and go blind while I'm reading. And I read a lot. Shall I begin hoarding the 75 watt incandescents now? They are in the cross hairs of extinction, as will be the 60 watt bulbs. Sad day in America, IMHO. Okay. I'll get off my soapbox now.

And this is one of the reasons I was shopping at Wal-Mart this morning. As I said, the kids and teachers were praying for snow and this is the result of faith in the power of prayer. The snow started falling at the end of the school day this afternoon. It's okay. Because I already have my gallon of milk and loaf of bread. And my 100 watt light bulbs. Life is good.

Day Eleven 2012

If I had kept on driving instead of turning the corner to go home at lunch time today, maybe I could have driven right out from under those clouds. Kids and teachers are praying for snow Thursday. There is power in prayer. Maybe I need to buy some milk and bread......

Day Ten 2012

Slow picture day today, so I thought I'd show you something Santa Claus put in my Christmas stocking last month~~Sock Monkey Slippers! Woo hoo! No, really, it's like warm snugly happy faces on my feet. 

Aren't they cute? I think so. Santa shopped at Target, in case you're wondering.

Day Nine 2012

"Living without faith is like driving in a fog." ~ proverb

Day Eight 2012

Neil and I visited five week old grand peep Knox, daughter Kelly and son in law Kerry Sunday afternoon--an impromptu day trip. We went to 'Toots' for supper when Kerry got off work. Somehow, Knox managed to fall asleep in the middle of this crazy-loud restaurant full of football fans watching Tebow pull off yet another one. He even slept through all the servers who clapped and sang a birthday song to somebody at the table right next to his car seat. Unbelievable.

Back at the house, he eventually woke up and became so upset that he was inconsolable. We thought giving him a bath would soothe him, and it did. For a while. His mommy finally swaddled him (as his daddy Kerry says, there is power in the swaddle! And for those of you who are not familiar with this, it is wrapping a baby snugly in a large cloth so he can't move his arms and legs). Not too long after that, he suddenly stopped crying and fell asleep. Almost like a switch being turned off. I do hope the three of you got some sleep/rest! Love you guys. Hope to see you again soon!

Day Seven 2012

Hey, look at us, hubby Neil and I, eatin' fresh for lunch as they say at Subway. Low fat subs are a great way to lose some pounds around the middle. If I have a new year's resolution, it is that.

And I've got to say, I've never felt safer while having lunch in a restaurant than I did today. The National Guard dropped in for a bite, too. Pretty cool.

Day Six 2012

This 60-plus degree weather couldn't be more welcome the first week in January (or on any winter day for that matter). The sun is out. The sky is blue. (I think that's a line from a Beatles song) It felt like spring time. The older I get, the more I appreciate mild winter weather. Happy TGIF, everyone!

Day Five 2012

Sharing some yummy Mae Pearl's Frozen Yogurt with my grandpeeps, Elijah and Shelby, this afternoon was the highlight of my day. That, and finally getting my new car radio/CD player installed. I've missed listening to talk radio.

Day Four 2012

First day back in school today after Christmas break and an unexpected 'snow day' yesterday. The grandpeeps had a good day and were glad to see their friends. Wish I could get back into the groove that easily.

Day Three 2012

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit

~Robert Louis Stevenson, Winter Time

Santa Claus brought me a new camera for Christmas--a Canon PowerShot SX230 HS, something small that I can carry around with me in a pocket or a purse. Among other neat things, it has a setting where you can choose one color to accent and the rest of the picture is black and white. It's new to me, so I've been experimenting with it and took this picture of the fire in my wood stove on this freezing winter's day, accenting the red/orange in the flames. I think it made for an interesting picture. And I think I'm going to have some fun with this little camera.

Day Two 2012

Grandpeep Knox came to visit this evening. He is one month old today and quite content to sleep on his grandpa's shoulder.

Day One 2012

Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go. - Brooks Atkinson