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Resolutions

I’m not a New Years resolutions person.  I’m almost “Bah Humbug” about it.   If I have something I need to change or improve or a new habit that needs starting, I start it right away and not wait for the New Year.  Anytime is a good time to start with the new you.   If you stray from your diet give yourself a little patience and understanding and dust off and get back on the proverbial horse.  If you forget to do something from your resolutions don’t beat yourself up.   Tomorrow is a brand new day and perfect for trying again.  Never beat yourself up about a mistake or stopping the quest adventure you started yourself on.  There is no point in it but making you feel bad and discouraged to keep trying.  Why bring yourself down?  Does it help you to become better by nagging and ranting about how you screwed up.  No, it’s pointless.  Spend positive energy to lift yourself up and encourage yourself to do better.  Push yourself with positive reinforcement towards you.   And you’re not a looser or a bad person because you can’t keep up or make a mistake.   Your human and will make mistakes often.  We are not perfect or ment to be perfect.   Sometimes realizing that you’re not ready for a new start is a good thing to.  Be true to yourself and encourage yourself to move onwards and upwards with the new you.  Stay positive.

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Christmas Happy Dance

So it’s Christmas Eve day and I’ve been stealing some crackers and cheese from out of the fridge which I should wait for tonight for but I had the munchies while making my first coffee this morning.  Well while trying to change batteries on my camera I dropped a heavy butter knife on my big toe which made me yelp and send Rosie running to see if I was okay.  It hurt a bit but I was fine.

So I’ve been very hyper the past few days and been trying to keep busy so I don’t go insane.  I ended up going to the Body Shop on Sunday with a 30 dollar gift certificate from my younger sister which I happily spent and pretty stinky stuff.  Strawberry body wash, pink grapefruit body wash, banana shampoo and the best lip balm ever, a coco butter one.   Feels great too.  it also smells very good.   Wow I sound like I’m doing a beauty commercial in a boxing ring.  “And in this corner it’s Pert Plus shampoo vs. Head and Shoulders heavy weight.”

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Well Monday I met up at a friend at the library and took a room to go sit in and chat.  The room has a glass wall so people can see you but a glass door as well so you can close it.   And we did close it cause we tend to get loud and laugh a lot when we get together catching up on the past year.  So she told me to help me cope with the next few days that I should get an audio book.  This was an awesome idea since I’ve been working on my Christmas jig saw puzzle.   Boy did it ever help.  I felt lest restless while doing my puzzle and could concentrate better and less jumping up and down yelling “yay it’s Christmas” and clapping my hands wildly.  But I managed to finish it yesterday.  Yay me!!!  it was a lovely African Savannah watering hold pic with lots of animals.

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So what did I do next to keep myself from going batty…take out another puzzle to do.  LOL

So on my pen pal site one of the girls I contacted finally got back to me 2 weeks later and she let me know she wanted to be pen pals.  This tickled me pink so I could start another letter to someone, which I love writing letters.  I wont be able to send it out till my seasonal taxes come out in January.  I’ve started the letter this morning as I was having my first coffee.  Which as soon as it started Peter had to jump up and sit right on the letter on my desk making it impossible to write anymore till he jumped down.  I swear he’s such a silly butt!

So yes I’m going stir crazy and a few minutes ago I ducked into the kitchen to make my second coffee and of course had to open all the cookies I had for Christmas to make sure they were good for Christmas don’t you know.   Thank you they were quite fine and ready for Christmas eve.  Ahem.

Merry Christmas everyone

Daily Prompt – The Holdiay Season

Getting Seasonal

The holiday season: can’t get enough of it, or can’t wait for it all to be over already? Has your attitude toward the end-of-year holidays changed over the years?

So i was wondering what to write about when my brain stopped on the word Christmas.  My tree went up really early this year.  Normally I get stuff out and do the tree Nov 1st every year but I was feeling down with Halloween coming up so I put the tree up a week earlier.  Why?  Cause I can’t stand Halloween.   It’s spooky, which i don’t like.   It’s dark and depressing, which I don’t like.  It deals with creepy monsters and ghosts, which I don’t like.  And to top it all off, don’t like being scared.  I don’t feel good when I’m scared.  I don’t get a rush from it and all it does is give me a panic attack.  Those of you who have panic attacks know how unpleasant that is.

So I started working on the tree which is white with blue lights.  I was decorating it with blue and silver which is cold colours but really looks pretty.   I couldn’t find some of the blue tinsel so I made due and spaced things around evenly.  Sure enough, right after I get it just right, I find the box with the last of the blue stuff.    Grumble, grumble.  I was not going to take apart the tree again just to add the stuff.  Once it’s up, it’s up.  So I went and sat in my chair and moped about it.   And being real mature I stuck my tounge out at the decorations that didn’t get used, and of course grumbled some more.  Part of me wanted to be two years old lying on the floor screaming and crying having a tantrum.  But I didn’t and then moved onto accepting that the tree still looked nice anyways.

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So one of the things that happens during this season is a visit from my dad and step mom.  This year it was going to be at my place instead of my sisters who had lived in my building for a few years.  I didn’t have any money to buy food so I decided to make a pot of stew for my parents, and to use the slow cooker that my dad had got me a number of years ago.   So they had a tin of cookies for me and I had one for them too.  My dad gave me a card with 100 dollars in it for Christmas money.  My dad always gives money but also at least one personal gift as well.   Well back to the stew.  Well no matter what I did with the stew it just tasted horrible and had a bad flavour.  I tried tweaking it with soya sauce and tomato paste but it just turned out worse and worse.   So embarrassingly I told them how bad it was and apologized but they were okay.  So when we went out to spend the money dad got us food as well at the mall food court.  It still ended up being a nice visit and afterwards we played Scatagories, in which I won both games.  (I steam my knuckles and rub them on my shirt, with a cocky grin)

I love Christmas for the bright lights and colours, a beautiful time of year, nice music, doing something nice for your friends and family, the music, people or cheery, Christ of course, a colourful tree, decorating and getting new things is at the bottom of my list.  It’s very magical and inspirational for me.  What I don’t like is taking it all down and my house looking dull again.

Just to let you know I get presents for myself cause all my friends are poor and can’t afford anything.  I always get myself some books and favorite body washes and hand soap (smells like gingerbread).  I get myself something creative like a paint by number or a jig saw and some chocolates.  But I never forget my cats.  They have some treats coming for them too.  And I always get them a new toy every year.  And I always pretend that I have to put their Christmas bag O’stuff together when they are not looking.

This season brings me much joy and pleasure and happiness.  God Bless you all for a Merry and Joyous Christmas time.

Morning Cat Musings before Coffee

As a cat lover there is just some things you come to accept with your house full of fur balls.    Like my coffee isn’t perfect unless it has 2 cat hairs in it.  It’s good fiber.  And if you drop food on the floor there is no 5 seconds rule, cause the instant it touches the ground there is cat hair all over it.  Well you could eat it if you want to spend 5 minutes picking pet hair off of it.  And what is it with cats sometimes throwing tea parties in the litter box.   I think they are secretly building sand castles or digging to China.  Then there is the butt in face greeting you get everyday when they climb up to your lap.   You can appreciate the gesture that they are greeting you with their one eye, but I think I’ll stick to the handshake.

The Cone of Shame

You might wonder what this is.  Those with pets will know what this.   It’s that big dumb looking funnel looking collar thing you put on your cat or dog when they have stitches or a wound so they don’t hurt themselves by biting at it while they are healing.  This big flexible plastic cone is a huge annoyance to the animal and makes it hard for them to eat or drink or play with toys.   Well my friend (of 21 years) has a huge horse of a dog named Taco.  Yes…Taco.  See my sister and him (my friend not the dog) were dating for a few years and they got a dog together and she likes naming pets after food items.  She also has a cat named Cheddar and had a cat in the past named Rasin.  Well it at least makes for a good conversation starter.   Well Taco had a operation on Tuesday to get his butt glands removed due to many very bad flair ups causing expensive vet bills and medication.  The best solution ended up being to just get them removed.  Yes it’s an expensive operation to get done but after a lot of calling around and checking online he found a place that was quite a bit under 2000 dollars with a reputable vet.   So Taco is recovering from that and having to wear the cone around his neck.   He looks like a lamp now and the dog has no idea how big he is and is knocking things left, right and center and having trouble fitting through door ways.   And when the dog sits beside you on the couch he is taller than you.   So he loves to give kisses but with the cone on he practically cuts your head off when he tries.  Well the cone of shame must stay on Taco for 10 days.  Poor dog but he will be better off for it.  That and he gets great reception with the satellite dish hes wearing.

This is Taco.

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The Object of My Dejection – Bad Stew Day

The Object of My Dejection — Tell us about the object of your dejection — something you made, a masterpiece unfinished, or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations. What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?

So recently I’ve gotten back into cooking.  I like making chicken vegetable soup, beef stew, chilli, fajita ect.  Normally stuff turns out good and I really enjoy making it.  sometimes I’m not even in the mood to eat what I’m making but I am having fun putting it together.   Sometimes the recipe needs tweaking so I’ll call my neighbor that had lived out east in NFLD and Nova Scotia and has experience with down home cooking.  He has a knack for putting stuff together like magic.  Ta Da!   So I was having my dad and step mom over on Sunday and I didn’t have a lot of money to get groceries and I wanted to make something to eat for everyone so no one had to spend money.  So I pulled out the stewing beef and carrots, celery, onions and potatoes and decided to do it in the slow cooker so I wouldn’t have to do on the stove cooking while they were here so we could go shopping or go for a walk.   Well it wasn’t tasting right.  I used low sodium beef broth which I have used before but for some reason it wasn’t the right flavour and I was quite disappointed.  I was quite embarrassed since I don’t see my dad very often and wanted to impress them. So I called my neighbour to see what he suggested.  He said soya sauce, a tad of lemon juice and tomato paste.   I have done this before and it turned out great.   To be honest this batch really sucked.   It had a metallic taste to it for some reason.   I was fed up and the more I tweaked it the worse it got.  So I gave up and told my dad and his wife that it was really bad and that I don’t want to serve it cause I wont even eat it.   None the less at the end of the day the stew ended up in the flusher and we went to the mall to get food at the food court.

Tired Coffee With The Brain…

So I’m a bit slow this morning.  I get up trying to find my well-loved ratty pale pink houseboat and find Peter is keeping it warm for me beside the bed.  I put it on and stumble to the kitchen to turn on the light and put on the kettle for coffee.  To be honest I don’t remember what happened between me putting the kettle on and it starting to whistle.  So I stumble out of my chair rubbing my sleepy eyes and almost walk smack dab into the wall by the kitchen.  I get enthralled by the swirling coffee spinning as I stir it.  So I get the coffee back on my desk and put it down so it can cool enough so I can sip at it.  One third of my large blue mug is 1 percent milk.  So I like a little coffee with my milk. So sue me!  So the cat wants up like usual and he insists he wants to lie in my arms across my chest so I can rub his belly.  I kept telling him no saying I didn’t want to sit like that at the moment.  Well tired head must have zoomed off to the void somewhere cause next thing I realize is that cat won and I’m lying back in my chair rubbing him while he’s purring.   Tired brain 0, Cat 1.   I’m gonna try to drink my coffee now if no one minds.  Even if you do mind it still wont stop me.  So na na na na.   My brain is thinking “you can’t touch me”.   Yep I need to wake up more cause of the brain with the tired.  Back to the coffee.

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A fantasy story told in "Dear Diary" form

I have no idea.

Not the foggiest.

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snail mail, art, love~♥

ThreeCatYard

Cats, and a yard. That's enough to talk about.

The Dante Diaries

HER life from my point of view

And Just a Touch of Crazy

Confessions of a Bipolar Girl