New Year's Tradition

Jimbob and I have a New Year's Tradition. For the past six years (our anniversary was last Sunday) he goes to the market and buys two (not just 0ne) can of blackeyed peas because it's supposed to bring good luck to eat them on New Years Day.

And every year I tell him that I'll fix them for him because I don't like blackeyed peas. Just as pridictable, he's absolutely shocked at my response.

Happy New Year

Here I sit on December 30th having just come in from working in the yard. Even though we've had some temperatures in the high teens, to day isn't one of them, I ran errands this morning and by the time I got home it was 70 degrees and I just couldn't sit inside on my butt.

We had a very quiet Christmas since JC had illness in his family and didn't make it over until the Saturday after. Since I already had all the food and the meat was defrosted, I went ahead and fixed dinner for us and Jimbob's sister. Then we had another Christmas dinner when the kids came over.

I hope that everyone has a great and safe New Year's Eve. Maybe this year we can stay awake until midnight...maybe not.

Time Is Passing Me By

When I was a kid, people told me that the years would go by faster as I got older. Of course, as a kid, I didn’t believe them. After all, a year was forever. Now that I’m “older”, the days, weeks, months and yes years, seem to be chugging right on by.

It’s hard to believe that Christmas is nearly here. It seems like we just celebrated Easter. I have no idea what happened to St. Patrick’s Day, Memorial Day, 4th of July, Labor Day, or even Thanksgiving.

Does this mean that I’m getting old? I know some people who say I’m older than dirt, but I don’t feel that old; at least most of the time I don’t. First thing in the morning when I have to drag my butt out of bed at 5:30 I’m not so sure.

I’m looking forward to Christmas only because my #1 brat and his family will be there. It would be so much better if #2 brat and her sweet little girl were going to be home too, but I’ll be happy for what I have.

Another sign that I’m aging is that I don’t really care if I get gifts for Christmas. My dear Jimbob always buys me jewelry because he can’t think of anything else. I’ve tried to gently hint to him to save his money this year. I’d be happy with a fuzzy steering wheel cover for my new car. I hate the feel of the cold plastic on my hands.

And next thing you know it will be New Year’s day and the Super Bowl and it’ll start all over again.

Thanksgiving

You can't tell me that this isn't a sweet face. I was lucky enough to have Miss Tara and her momma here for four whole days. I hated to let her go home on Friday. The house seems so quiet without them.

Off to Work Tomorrow

I could really get into this retirement thing. Unfortunately, I have to give up the delusion and return to the trenches in the morning. I've been off since last Tuesday and I don't miss hearing that damn alarm clock go off at 5:30. At least I've had my laptop at home so I don't have to go back to 500 emails.

I just wanted to post a picture that I took on one of my walks. This was about 6:45 AM. I thought it turned out really nice.