Today is yet another cold, blustery February day. We’ve had lotsof snow and ice this winter and I’m ready for Spring! So I tracked down some quotes about it:
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
– , 1852 – 1933
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
– , 1861 – 1941
I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.
– Robert Brault
This terrific book has patterns and techniques to teach anyone to make Chain Mail Jewelry.
I usually don’t pay much attention to the many joke emails that go around. After all, it seems like the same twenty or so just keep making the rounds. But then today, I got this one. It’s hilarious! Enjoy:
- 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.
- Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it’s rare. In fact, it’s even rarer than single-malt scotch. 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-alcoholic or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.
- Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. 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? Labor Day?
- Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
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. Re-read 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 one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”
Have a great holiday season!
I know I haven’t posted to this blog in months, but I’ve been extremely busy. But for my friends who want to see my lovely daughter and two granddaughters, here’s one of the pictures I took last time I was at their house:
And here’s a great picture of my granddaughters:
Oh, no, not in that way. He’s still very much alive and doing quite well. Thank goodness!
It’s the absolute worst part of a relationship coming to an end. It’s not great that the romance is gone, but that’s the least of the sadness I feel. It’s the friendship that I already miss.
Already today there were jokes I’ve heard and my first thought was that he would really enjoy that one. There are the fun adventures we had planned to do together – but now I only have to make flight arrangements for one.
It’s the things I need to get used to again. Like having no date for a big black tie dinner I need to go to. Things like having no one I can discuss politics or any number of other things with because none of my friends see those things the same way that I do…except him.
I need to get used to the idea that when the day has gone great or truly awful, there’s no one there to talk it over with any more. And I have to stop wondering how his day has gone.
I wish him well, and I hope he finds what it is that he is looking for, either within or without.
All I can say is that it stinks.
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage. ~~ H. L. Mencken