T minus 42 hours.....

42 hours until the movers get here and I am in no way done packing. Not even close. Yet here I sit, at work with nothing to do but worry and blog. I am so, so kicking myself that I didn't put in more effort into packing over the weekend.

I dread the moving process, but I am excited about the new house. I wish we were in a position to buy rather than rent, but I am looking forward to the new house. It's got a fenced yard. It's small, but at least I can let the puppies run around outside, rather than having to walk them or put them on the leash in the back yard.

Christmas

Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.~Augusta E. Rundel

What a quote. It pretty much spells out what Christmas means to me. It is a combination of Joy and sadness. As a child, it was huge amounts of excitement and joy, made all the better for the mild disappointment of not getting something I thought I wanted. As an adult, it is made up of much more equal portions. The joy of giving, of friends and family, the sadness of missing family that is far away, of missing my Father and Nanny who have passed away.

Crafty postcards

Wow, I just found a site that teaches you how to make fabric postcard. How cool is that. I’m going to have to get crafty and give it a try. All I need is to get some wonder under and I’m good to go. Heaven knows I have enough fabric scraps.

Here is the site I found the postcards at. She rocks with the clear instructions!

The only project I’m doing for Christmas this year is making beanbag chairs for my nephews. Last year they got Thomas the Train blankets and scarves. I’m not sure if I’m going to make the beanbags out of fleece, denim or corduroy. I’ll post pictures when I finish them (with my track record, it will be the day before we leave to go home)

I think I need a bigger purse

I so envy the picture people, like Smitten Kitchen and RockStar Mommy. I wish I could remember to bring my camera to fun events. Like last Saturday. I’ve been kicking myself for not bringing the darn thing with me.

Saturday was the Cabbagetown Chomp and Stomp, which is a fundraiser for the neighborhood park. It is a fun filled day of Chili, kids, chili, dogs, chili and bluegrass music. Did I mention it was a chili cook-off? The Local restaurants make up one row of booths; the local residents make up another row. The restaurant’s chili, yum yum! The residents chili- not so yummy. There is usually one or two that are ok, but not this year! My girlfriend, Heat, (who is preggers) nearly lost all the other chili after tasting one homemade chili. Shudder!

As we do every year, we brought blankets and laid them out, making a home base for the group, then ran around comparing different chili’s, dogs, beer and other peoples choice of outfits to wear to a chili cook-off. It was chillier (tee-hee) than normal, but it was great to lay on the blankets and bask in the autumn sun.

if it we're done, tis best done quickly

Hubby and I are moving. Well, were looking for a new place to rent. The place we are in now is wonderful, but expensive. We're looking for a place that is cheaper, with a fenced yard for the dogs. I want to move closer to Atlanta. I'm tired of not being able to go do things on week nites because of traffic. grrr!

My favorite Shakespeare Sonnet

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof,—and prov'd, a very woe;
Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows
well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

I had to learn it for a voice and speach class in college. It has stuck with me ever since. I think because it reminded me of my love life at the time.