Showing posts from December, 2012

Rooperts Christmas

Yup...we had a white Christmas for sure this year!  I worked Christmas Eve so we decided to have a low key quiet Christmas at home - just the three of us.  Which usually means Pajama`s for 2 solid days, some crazy hair and complete comfort.  All of which I adore.  Roopert was pretty funny this year and I thought I`d share why.  When we pulled the stockings out of storage - Roopy got pretty excited.  I think on some level he recognizes this giant sock that delivers new doggy toys and cookies on an annual basis and was pretty keen to have it magically deliver these items to him again.
When he came across his stocking and all the sniffs it contained, he would not leave it`s side.  This is why good little boys and girls should be in bed when Santa arrives.
Look, another stocking added and even some Santa gifts now there, still Roo will not move and is staring at Russ, trying to use his Jedi mind tricks to communicate his great need to get into that red sock bearing his name.  Off to bed…

CNN and arm chair politicians

What a strange world we live in.

A world where everything is liked and disliked in an instant.  Where we can sit in the safety of our house while watching havoc being reigned down on others, drawing opinions from the scraps we are fed, pulled along into controversies created by companies competing not for the truth but for the most eyes watching.

Knowing 27 people were gunned down by a someone determined to destroy, and then knowing that these individuals were mostly little children, it's heartbreaking.  Some 2000 miles away from me and I watch with such sadness, from the safety of my dark little room.  I see only snippets of what has been produced for me to see.  Yet now with social media I also get to see the responses to these images by other basement arm chair politicians like myself. Ready to solve the world's issues with conjecture knowing we have none of the power or responsibility to put our plans into action.

How can we be so plugged in...and lack so much compassion…

On the 12 days of Christmas

Not to worry I'm not really looking to be exact in this little quest, just realizing the humor in the work behind the scenes.  So ixnay to the partridge in a pear tree. I am just trying to add a little fun and focus to our lives.  I appreciate little gestures and acts of love and service more than gifts - a realization I made when reading that darn book about love languages.  But knowing this - it packs a project like this one - to provide 12 days of Christmas to my husband - with a bit more scope and expectation, all of which I have put on myself.

I have found a few great little websites that have amazing suggestions for such a plot as this.  Thought I'd share a few: 
Passionate Homemaking Blog - lots of inexpensive and creative ideas

The Romantic Vineyard  - geared towards husbands - but some cute ideas here. 
A Yahoo Open Question - lots of good answers here
But what about the kidlet? 
Our tradition of doing Christmas activities will still remain.  A little letter is delivered…

My True Love Gave to Me

The Twelve Days of Christmas.

We all know the song, right?  Well if you don't, someone had the bright idea of giving their true love a little something on the twelve days of Christmas.  Sometime in early December I thought, "why have I not done this?" I mean I have a true love, how hard could it be to find a partridge?  Pretty bloody hard, let me tell you and pear trees are not in season up here.  So I am rethinking my plan.  Updates to follow.