The chaos of my family's preparations for Christmas notwithstanding, here I am sneaking in my votes before returning to the ultimate dead zone where my family dwells, from which no cell phone reception can ever enter or leave, I offer these words: Here in the final stretch before Christmas, let's not forget that, whatever holiday you celebrate, don't let the bells, whistles, frills, lights, tree and material gifts cause you to forget that this time should be about family, friends, loved ones, and peace and goodwill toward all. Here's hoping each of you have a happy, healthy, and blessed holiday. With sincerest gratitude for each and every one of you, and the kindness and friendship you've shown me, Blessed Be your Merry Christmas.
On this Wed. I send you an Irish Holiday blessing: May your day be filled with blessings.Like the sun that lights the sky, And may you always have the courage To spread your wings and fly.
Tuesday brings you good wishes and the thought: The biggest challenge in life is to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else.
Starting this Monday remember this: If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place! Go get what you want!
I was out doing Christmas shopping yesterday, braving the department store insanity. As usual, people thought I was a bit nuts. Not because of my corset; but because I broke into hysterics when a version of christmas song, "Santa Baby," came on - the version sung by a guy. This yanked me back to high school chorus, where the WOMEN'S show choir was performing that song. That didn't stop one of my male friends from running onstage during the performance, wearing that "sexy santa" women's lengerie (red silk, write fur...NOT THE UNIFORM OF THE CHOIR), garters, heels and all, prancing around and singing the song. He got in serious trouble, but I still laugh about it today! Have a laugh today!
How to tell when your neat and tidy nature has turned to OCD. And, when your OCD has turned into absolute insanity. When having an employer/teacher/mentor to your house for the first time, a neat freak will do the serious cleaning the night before, buy a coffee cake, and beverage, and do touch ups in the morning. An OCD neat freak wakes up early the morning of the visits, and cleans everything again. And an INSANE neat freak wakes up at 5:00 a.m, vaccuums again, carpet cleans, showers, vaccuums again, spot cleans the carpet, dries with a hair dryer, vaccuums one more time, because you're certain you still see cat fur. And then showers again, because you got sweaty again. Repeat madness with every other household chore. I inherited mine from my beloved grandma. Thanks, grandma! The punch line: it was my new sensei coming over. And, after my 8+ hours of combined insane cleaning of a house that was already clean to start, came in, looked around, and said, "Wow...you have a really nice house. But it scares the SH*T out of me!" Haha; have a great day. Votes are in!
