~*~ Merry Christmas! *~*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS! :o)

I have nothing to wear!

Jack's company Christmas party is tonight! EEP.

(I have been instructed by Emily not to act like a total dorkfish.)

Now why didn't I think of that?

Emily and I finally got to the Christmas presents this morning.

I've been putting it off...

I am not a good wrapper.

The paper is never straight, and the edges are always raggedy.

My bows won't stick.

By the time I'm finished, the gift has a generally mauled over appearance.

Sincerest apologies to anyone on the receiving end of my efforts.

*Hanging head in shame*

I took the brightly colored rolls out of their package with much trepidation...

But...

O what joy! The paper had little lines on the back! And pictures of little pairs of scissors showing me exactly where to cut! Bliss!

Made the experience much more enjoyable. And neater.

Then I began really thinking about the diagram...

About the person that dreamed up the idea...

It had to be a someone just like me!

I could have made millions!

This marvel could be worth nothing less, of course. ;o)

If only I hadn't been so busy trying to extract myself from the invisible tape...

Today I am 45.

Those aren't wrinkles, dearie...

They are deeply relaxed laugh lines. :o)

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas...

Emily's Christmas tree has been up for a few days now.

I finally put the lights on it last night.

It was a daunting task.

It took a whole strand of 60.

The tree is 3 feet tall.

I also hung an ornament on it.

Yes, one.

I'll get to the other 14 today.

Maybe.

Phew.

The Great Debate

Emily likes her honey buns cold.

Straight from the package.

Jack says they are better hot.

He uses the microwave.

Which way is better?

Since I am the taste tester, we may never know.

Mother Mayhem

So I thought it was time for a new blog...

I thought wrong. Chuckle.

Birdie Legs

I was born with the heart and soul of a dancer.

Someone else got the body.

I was roly-poly. And short.

My mom bought my clothes in the Pretty Plus department at Sears.

Anyone else remember that one?

She also bought me patent leather dress shoes.

Ecstasy.

I adored them.

It didn't matter what color...

Red, white, black...

I loved their every sound.

In my head, I was Ann Miller.

In truth, I was a little fat girl clogging through the aisles of the Piggly Wiggly.

My mom never had any trouble finding me.

Tap-tappity-tap-tap... TAP. TAP.

But, when I was 14, a miraculous thing happened...

I grew.

Well, at least my legs did...

Long, lean, and quite shapely...

The thrill was obvious.

I once shouted, "Just look at these gams!"

In public.

Yes, I was called down. ;o)

I still had my stumpy upper half...

Giving me the resemblance of an odd sort of bird.

The point was totally moot.

I danced with my brand new legs anyway.

Everywhere I went.

Whether anyone was looking or not.

I didn't care.

(Except for that time a picture of me busting a move at a high school dance made the local newspaper. BIG no-no for the grandaughter of the pastor of a church that didn't believe in having music, let alone dancing. Oopsy. *Blush*)

As the years have passed, health issues have caused me to dance more and more with my heart and soul and less and less with my legs.

I just want to be thankful that I can hear the music.