Category Archives: Holidays

Happy New Year!

A toast!

      A toast to my dear readers…

     May most of your wishes be granted.

     I’d never say all, for a person needs to dream.

     Good health.

     Long life.

     May the love of friends and family warm you.

     Smell the roses.

     Dance as if no one is looking.

     Sing with joy.

     Keep your feet on the ground and your head in the clouds.

     And please keep on coming back here.

Ten resolutions

 

     With the New Year fast approaching, I thought I’d write down 10 New Year resolutions I intend to keep.

  1. When Dear Hubby is having a bad day I will try harder to make things more comfortable for him
  2. I will tell my loved ones ‘I love you’ often
  3. I will remember to seize the joy in life
  4. I will forget resentments, anger, and hard feelings and release them to the winds
  5. I will walk more
  6. I will take time to smell the roses even though they make me sneeze
  7. When the neighbors get on my last nerve, I will find something constructive to do rather than b**ch about it.
  8. I will eat more veggies and fruit
  9. I will speak my mind
  10.  I will take time for me and write more

     What are your New Year’s resolutions?

Santa’s little helpers

 

     Sometime around 11:00 tonight I’ll take the pups for a walk.  First I’ll walk one around the block to the east of us and then I’ll walk the other to the west.

     What makes these walks special?  The dogs will wear sleigh bells.  Any children still awake will have the thrill of hearing Santa pass by.  I do this every year.  In fact, I’ve done this for 36 years.

     It’s a hoot because I’ve heard about ‘Santa’s Bells’ for years from parents and kids.  They’ve yet to figure out where they come from.  😉

     Have a Merry and a Happy everyone!

     The two pups enjoyed their reindeer walk.  However, of the two I think Patty was the one who enjoyed it the most.  I’ve never seen her trot so happy or proud–she loves the bells.  She extended the walk by a couple of blocks.  Gavin had fun since he ran into a young woman who thought he was very clever to be wearing bells but he didn’t want to walk as far or as fast as his sister did.

Puppies and kittens for Christmas—not a good idea

 

     There’s nothing more stressful to a young animal than to arrive in a new home smack dab in the middle of the holiday confusion and excitement.  For quite a few years, I managed a small pet store.  We specialized in purebred kittens.  Around Christmas, the owner would push the sale of them and offered to stay late on Christmas Eve so they could be picked up then.  I protested his zeal the first year I worked there and managed to get him to change his policy a bit.  We still sold the kittens but the new policy saved the babies from the stress of the holidays.

     I talked my boss into holding the Christmas gift kittens until after Christmas.  So what if they stayed with us a couple days longer?  Instead of taking the new pet home for the holidays, our customers would present their gifts to the intended people in a different way.  Some would buy all the needed supplies, wrap them, and put them under the tree with a note that the kitten would be theirs after the holidays.  Others would give the intended giftee a picture of their new pet to be along with a collar, or toy, or bag of food.  Most of our customers thought this a great idea when I explained how stressful arriving in a new home is on a normal day and was so much more so during the holidays.  In fact, they took great pleasure in buying twice as many things for the new pet to put under the tree for the giftee than they would normally buy.

     I managed to schedule pick up dates so we weren’t jammed with people on the same day too.  All of this saved the kittens the stress of being in a new home when stress and activity levels are off the scale.  They would enter their new homes when things were calm and they had time to acclimate to their new families.

     I know several dog breeders who have done this for many years.  Many of them refuse to allow a pet to leave their premises until after Christmas.  Reputable breeders will gladly hold the pups (or kittens) until after the holidays. 

     If you plan to give someone a pet for the holidays, spare the animal the stress, present the person with the pet’s supplies or a picture, and a note that their new companion is waiting for them.

Enough snow already.

 

the pond is somewhere out there--follow the pawprints

     We’ve had quite a snowstorm come through here.  It finally stopped around 2 a.m.  I, being the fool that I am, went outside and shoveled.  I shoveled, and I shoveled, and by gum I shoveled some more.  I completed a 150 foot+ long by 3 foot wide path through snow about one foot deep.  (Okay, officially it was only 4 to 5 inches deep here but at 3 a.m. it sure looked like a foot of snow.)  It’s legal, I’m pooped, and I know I’m gonna feel it when I wake up.

     Dear Mother Nature,

     We have enough snow for a white Christmas, so when people are wishing for one, please don’t listen.  We have enough snow for sledding, so when the children ask for more, please don’t listen.  Since Dave so gleefully E-mailed me about let it snow, let it snow, etc.  IF you must dump more snow around here, please target Dave’s house and skip mine.  (Quit laughing Lee, you’re next on my list.) 

     Sincerely,

     MWH

By the way everyone, today is Elena’s birthday.  Happy Birthday E!

Have A Happy Holiday!

 

 

Whatever holiday you celebrate at this time of year we hope it brings you joy, warmth, wishes granted, and love.

With all our love,

MW, DH, Gavin, and Patty

Another crazy Christmas display I wish I’d thought of putting up

 

What's all the hubbub?

You know darned well this display stopped traffic and caused a few problems.  Bet there were a few disgruntled neighbors too. 

 {Sigh} Why don’t I get these brilliant ideas? 

On another note I added 91 hits yesterday…mwahahaha the dinner out is getting closer!  Thanks to Linda of Crone and Bear it for sending her blog buddies over.  My dear, I do believe you have more than 8 readers.  Thanks to all of you who are clicking on this site to help me win the bet with DH!

I wish I’d thought of that!

    
     I know these pictues have made the rounds already this year.  I can’t help it, I laughed like a fool and passed them on. 
Maybe I’ll put up some lights this year after all–these gave me a few ideas.  Hehehe!
Holiday Bad Attitude

Once again, I was disqualified from my neighborhoods"Best Decorated House" contest due to my bad attitude!

Be vewwy vewwy qwiet...

This may offend some people but it cracked me up!

 

Black Friday our way

     Dear Hubby and I will be staying close to home.  As in, we aren’t going anywhere today.  DH will sit in his lounge chair and watch TV with Patty.  Gavin will snooze in his chair.  Yes, Gavin has his very own chair.  It’s behind my desk chair so he can be close but not trying to get on my lap while I work. 

     What will I do?  Between running the dogs out whenever they decide that they must go.  (Yes, the dogs are in charge.)  It’s a perfect day to curl up with a good book—or write one.

       I look forward to a full coffee pot and meals on paper plates so there are no dishes for me to do.

     I spent too many years in retail to consider going anywhere near a store today.  I no longer have the patience to deal with rude people, imbeciles, and screaming lunatics. 

     If we’re extremely lucky, the neighbor’s idiot kid won’t spend the afternoon gunning his car for hours on end and we’ll have a quiet day.  They rent, we’re looking forward to the day they move.  In fact, when that happens we’ll have a party to celebrate.

Happy Thanksgiving!

     When the table groans under the weight of the food on it—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When everyone (even Grandma) loosens his or her belt six notches after the meal—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When you’ve cooked for twelve hours to serve a meal that is scarfed down in mere minutes—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When the choices for dessert exceeds that of the dessert menu at the local gourmet restaurant—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When you stop and take the time to count your blessings—it must be Thanksgiving.

For what are you thankful?

 

     I promised Dave, that sometime this month I’d do a post on what we are thankful for, so here goes.

     I’m thankful for every moment with my Dear Hubby, the love of my life, may we have many more years ahead of us.  I’m thankful that I’m healthy.  I’m thankful that we have a roof over our heads, our mortgage is paid, and we have food on the table.  I’m thankful for the love of two silly dogs.

     I’m thankful for the love and support of my wonderful Aunts and Cousins.  Have I told you all lately how much I love you? 

     I’m thankful for all my wonderful friends who never fail to lift my spirits.  I love you guys too.

     I’m thankful to be able to follow my own path in life.

     I’m thankful to be who I am, all I’ve experienced—the good and the bad, who touched me, who I’ve touched, and for those who have gone before me.  I’m thankful for the joys of living and the lessons of loss and grief.

     I’m thankful for the people who take time out of their day to read what I write here.

You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your relatives.

 

 

     Some family holiday meals are as pleasant as playing with an angry grizzly bear.  We don’t do them any more.  Instead, Dear Hubby and I enjoy a quiet meal at home without having to endure in laws or out laws.  We don’t go away for the holidays. 

     For some reason, at certain of these ‘holiday meals,’ Dear Hubby and I found ourselves seated at the children’s table.  Two children sat at the adult’s table because they’d raised a fuss over having to sit with their peers.  We didn’t have kids, we were well over twenty one, but there we were at the kiddies’ table.  (Not a smart thing to do with us.)

     I guessed it was some perverse torture set up by the parents of the spoiled brats…um children.  Therefore, we became the ringleaders of mischief.  Do not leave us to our own devices…you WILL pay.  DH’s specialty is food fights.  He is very subtle and no one has any idea how these battles begin—well, I do but no one else does.

     I specialize in telling bad fart jokes or engaging in other antics that will make milk come out of a child’s nose.  (I warned them not to seat us there.)