Sick of being reminded of the resolutions that have remained on my list, since 1970.
Guess the only thing left to do is finish that list and move on.
Instead of beating myself up for the same things that remain undone … I’m going to concentrate on the amazing things that I did resolve to do and have since completed.
Besides, it can’t be healthy to remind yourself that you haven’t lost weight … in fact you probably gained weight since the last time you wrote it down.
Not the way I want to start the New Year.
There’s something very wrong with giving the same old standby gift every year … that’s how my mother ended up with 156 elephant statues, with their trunks up for good luck and 58 of those little shoes you buy at the card store.
I’ve been on a quest to buy handmade gifts and it made me realize how much access we have to so many talented and creative people.
The best part of purchasing a gift from a small business (whatever the gift may be) is that I’m really giving two gifts and that makes me feel really good!
I have a shop on Etsy and have found myself spending more time there. Such a fun place filled with amazingly talented people … that are so lovely to work with!
Last but certainly not least … while I don’t know many of my blog visitors personally … I do want to THANK YOU for stopping by and at times … letting me know that you did!
Enjoy a Thanksgiving that’s stuffed with happiness.
Have a great day!
1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they’re serving rum balls.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can and quickly. You can’t find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an “eggnog-aholic” or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it!!!! Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That’s the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand-alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello???
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year’s. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you’ll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple, pumpkin and mincemeat – have a slice of each. Or, if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
10. One final tip: If you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven’t been paying attention. Reread tips: Start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.
Remember this motto to live by …
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming
“WOO-HOO what a ride!
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so. ~Stanley Crawford
It’s easy to get melancholy, this time of year.
In years past, I have looked upon the holidays as a sad time. It makes me wonder why I would dwell on the fact that my rather large family never got together, weapons down, for a holiday celebration. Truth be told, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Even as a child, I don’t ever remember having a Walton family holiday. There is no memory of us all getting together, in our festive holiday garb, sipping cocoa, cooking, sledding, watching movies, playing games, eating tons of food, laughing, singing songs with joyful holiday music and a roaring fire, in the background. We never did. We never will.
Except for the amount of food involved, I am grateful for the multiple Thanksgivings that I will have to attend, with those that I love. It’s okay, as long as I don’t stain my holiday outfit and my pants continue to fit.
This year, in particular, I am so very grateful for many things …
- My health.
- My children, and grand babies.
- Food in the fridge.
- Warm clothes.
- Having a beautiful safe place to rest my head.
- Being called a friend … but mostly having a real Best Friend.
- Still being able to put one foot in front of the other.
- That I can finally let people be who they are.
- The mental capacity to remember Thanksgiving’s past.
- Not having to cook a turkey.
- Holiday pants that still fit from last year.
- Having the ability to rebound and move on.
- That I am mature enough for the wisdom to forgive.
- The little black dog under my feet.
- Blemishes that are hidden by my clothes.
- Good hair days.
- The means to give those that I love those holiday pj’s, again this year.
- Baseball caps that go with any outfit.
- I can, if I want to.
- That my true friends and family don’t try to convert me back into a carnivore.
and last but certainly not least…
- I am truly grateful that I am still here to celebrate life, with those that I love!
Cheers, to a wonderful holiday season!
This came to mind, during my walk with the dog this morning.
Wouldn’t it make sense to proclaim Monday a National holiday?
It would change life as we know it.
P.S. to Jake … thanks for making me get my butt out of the chair for a walk every morning, especially Mondays.