One Friday Night on the Eve of Christmas

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, as I’m sure you knew –
The excitement is building, though the kids have the flu.
The tissues were piling up in the trash cans.
The fevers were making us rethink our plans.

The couch was filled with blankets and boys –
And, TV was preferred over playing with toys.
With plans on resting throughout the day –
In hopes the fevers would just go away.

The weather was changing, with a promise of snow.
And, were were home sick, with no place to go.
Still the presents were plenty, the Christmas spirit alive
We’ll make this a good one, without having to drive.

As the sun slowly sets, Santa hurries to fly –
While we wait to hear sleigh bells jingling in the sky.
So, hunker down now – and snuggle in tight –
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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Be kind, and take care of yourself and each other.

Home again, home again, jigitty jog.

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Dear Blogary,

I believe my first post within the past 7 days should be made to you, my most intimate keeper of my most not-so-secret thoughts.

Blogary, I returned late yesterday from a family trip to Coppell, TX. We visited my sister and her family, celebrating the high school graduation of her youngest son, as well as the college graduation of her oldest daughter. Fun was had by all.

Today, as I step into my first day back to work after vacation, I find I am drinking from the fire hose. Though I typically long to find distractions and diversions of the edible nature during ‘rushed’ times like these, I am actually enjoying the gushing work load and deadlines. [Blogary, please note, I am still finding ways to procrastinate and avoid the tasks at hand, but I am doing so without the help of food.]

We drove from Woodstock, GA to Coppell, TX in a rented mini-van, with my Mum as our guest passenger. We made the drive in two days, stopping in Minden, LA going to Texas, and stopping in Tuscaloosa, AL coming back from Texas. The drive was uneventful, which is a wonderful thing. Plus, I am thrilled to say the boys were fantastic in the car. And Blogary, as an added bonus, my Mum was fantastic in the car, too!

Some of my siblings also made the journey from Georgia to Texas, though they chose to travel by plane. [Whimps] Overall, our family trip could not have been better. The journey to and fro was easy and enjoyable. And, the time spent with family and friends was fantastically fun and enormously enjoyable.

Joe, Carson and Charlie. Note the black cups containing bugs.

Blogary, if you asked Joseph, our 5 yr old, I am fairly certain he’d say his favorite part of the trip was finding bugs in Texas. Please keep that in mind, as I review my trip with you.

We headed out West in a Chrysler not a Lexus.
“Mommy, do they have clover flowers in Texas?”

We stopped in Minden, LA for the night.
“Mommy, do these little black bugs bite?”

We arrived at my sister’s house Friday afternoon.
“Look, Mommy! I found a caterpillar cocoon!”

The boys spent many hours swimming in the pool.
“Mommy, I think the best bugs can be found at that school.”

Family and friends gathered enjoying food, laughter and hugs.
“Mommy, do you think Jack will help me look for more bugs?”

At night we lingered, holding off our good-byes.
“Mommy, can we stay longer and catch fireflies?”

Bribing for camera shots, oh how we did wheedle.
“Hey Mommy, come see this HUGE big, black beetle!”

The Family that Gathers Together ... (This is just a sampling of my family. Some folks could not make it to Texas.)

Come Monday it was time to travel eastward by car.
“Mommy, can I take these bugs home in a jar?”

We stopped in Tuscaloosa, and there we did sleep.
“Oh Mommy, did you see that cricket just leap?”

Tuesday afternoon we made it back home with glee.
“Mommy, I’m going outside to try and catch a bee.”

Blogary, though I had a great time with family and friends, I also had a blast watching Joe’s never ending quest for finding bugs.

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Holy Fluff o’nutter, Batman! It’s Friday!

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It’s a frazzled Friday in my head; I kinda wish I could stay in bed.

This poem will have rhyme but no reason; tonight I am going to see The Swell Season.

Today I am eating lunch with Joe; he’s my oldest, don’t you know.

I wish fluff o’nutters were on the menu; but pizza’s being served at this venue.

What’s that thing I want to eat? A peanut butter n’ marshmallow sandwich treat.

As I sit here thinking what to write, I am scratching a mosquito bite.

Mosquitoes, poison ivy, and horseflies, things of Summer I do despise.

Thunderstorms and water gun fights, parts of Summer that bring delight.

Not much excitement these past five days. Hey do you remember Billy Mays?

Oxy Clean sure was the stuff, when laundry detergent was not enough.

Any hi de ho, I am not sure what more I know.

We’re under a severe thunderstorm watch tonight, this according to NOAA’s website.

The weekend is just hours away, our options are endless – a veritable buffet.

We may swim, watch softball, or search for bugs; Joe has a serious interest in grubs.

Yes, as this week comes to an end, I wonder what’s around the bend.

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My Ode to Amherst Shore

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Amherst Shore, Nova Scotia Canada

Since birth, my Mom has taken me to Amherst Shore, Nova Scotia for the Summer. My Mom’s family is from Nova Scotia, and her family always spent Summers at the shore. Now that I have a family of my own, packing up and heading North has become challenging. Finances and vacation time, limit the frequency of our trips. Thankfully, we can live vicariously through our family and friends via Facebook and various photo-sharing websites. In fact, my cousin Lisa is already at the shore and actively posting pictures. *sigh* Some cousins have all the luck.

The View from Aunt Thelma's Cottage

Today, I find myself longing for Amherst Shore. (Lisa!) We won’t make it up this year. I feel guilty whining, because I have so much for which to be thankful. Plus, I know my increasingly somber mood stems from Mother Nature’s wicked ways of hacking into hormones. Still, here I am with a headache and feeling sad. [Enter violinist playing a woeful tune.] Now lamenting, I give you my …

– Ode to Amherst Shore

Amherst Shore, Amherst Shore how I wish I saw you more.

Grateful for the times I’ve been, knowing I’ll return – but when?

The Original Summer Crew

Walking, talking, sailing and swimming; the fun was endless, always brimming.

The scent of sweet hay filling the air, hanging out nightly, who cares where.

My first kiss I shared with you, and I truly did not know what to do.

Crushes and loves throughout the Summer, some unrequited, what a bummer.

The Big White Cottage

The Big White Cottage where many stayed, was also the place where many played.

Trivial Pursuit, Bridge, Spades, not darts; Did I hear someone just bid two hearts?

We watched the Northern lights one night; oh what a show – oh what a sight.

Jumping off the Northport Bridge

Bridge jumping in Northport was fun to watch; and the Tidnish bridge took it up a notch.

Ketchup chips and Craig’s ice cream, while at the Shore we live the dream.

Who won the annual Brown/Christie Games? It’s all in fun; let’s not name names.

Oh Amherst Shore, Oh Amherst Shore, I know we’ll have more trips in store.

Next year we’ll make it, whatever it takes; in the meantime, please send me Jos. Louis snack cakes.

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