Tuesday, December 26, 2006

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.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006


- 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.