Wilsonworld

Goodbye to 2007

It is hard to believe that another year has slipped by. they seem to be going so much faster than they did before. As I look back on this year, my memories are filled with laughter and tears. I lost a close friend in March, and i think i am still dealing with his death. It gets a little easier each day, but i really had no idea how affected i would be by losing him. In April i reconnected with old room-mates which led to the great sleepover of 2007. Many a good memory was made that night.
It was a year for job changes, both for me and for Hubby. I switched jobs, and the company that he works for was bought out. So far both moves seem to be positive ones, although not without little bumps along the way.
It was the year of pie throwing and reaching goals.
I set out to write a novel in november (you remember Nano?) and finally succeeded. What will i do with it? I have no idea, but at least i finished what i started.
It was a year of family and friends...
and of learning.
As i look back over the year, i know that i did not complete all of the goals that i set out to do...but i guess that i part of growing as a person. You realize that some things are just not meant to be, while others are worth fighting for.
Papa had several trips to the hospital this year, his last one being due to a fall on the ice. We have settled in a nice routine with him, and for now that will have to do. As his disease progresses things will change, but as of now, things are evening out.

With the holidays almost done and over with, we can soon settle back into our routines here...the kids are off of school for another week, and Hubby has had such an unusual schedule here, that i am so looking forward to getting back into "the groove" so to speak.

Here is hoping that 2008 is good to all of you...may you start the New Year with friends and family, and may that love continue throughout all of 2008.

The Christmas Story.

No, not THAT one.

Two nights before Christmas, keith and i were holed up in the house wrapping presents and generally freaking out about the state of things to come.
He had gotten up to go into the kitchen to fix another cup of coffee (i long night was ahead of us).
Suddenly the sound of Silent Night filled the house.
I stood.
He came out of the kitchen.
We both stared at Nana's little music box which sits in the library.
A room where neither of us were.

We had not touched it, or come anywhere near it.
But it had began to play.

We stood there, silent.
Both of us looking at the little box.
It is plastic organ, with angels sitting atop it.
And it needs to be wound.

And yet.
It played.
On its own.
maybe.

Without thinking, and at the same time, we both said.."Merry Christmas Mom"...and the music stopped.

Did she know what was in our hearts, without either of us telling the other how we felt that night?
I like to think so.
I like to think that it was her way of letting us know that as bad as we might feel right now, things will be better...
Her way of still being Mom, the one who wanted you to feel better and look at the bright side of things.

Hope that your Christmas was filled with Miracles..and Love..and Hope.

White Christmas?

Winter arrived here in Wilsonworld over the weekend. The huge winter storm that the weathermen had been talking about actually made it this far, and for the first time in a long time our town has snow before January.
A foot of snow fell on Sunday. It was really pretty sitting and watching it fall. it was even nice as we went out and helped neighbours shovel out.
Much to the dismay of the children, school was open today, although there wasn't a bus to be found in the city or county. Schools were open, but no transportation. Too bad really. Too bad for my children who live a 10 minute walk from said school.
Was it wrong that i danced as they left for school this morning..grumbling something about all of the other mom's let their children stay home?
Yes, i think we all pulled that one on our parents!

I cannot believe how fast December is flying by. I have some cards posted, no baking done, and gifts? What are they?
We did get the tree up, and managed to put up some of the decorations, so at least it is beginning to LOOK at lot like Christmas, even if in my heart it doesn't feel that way. In talking to people I have found that this year there seems to be more and more of us who for whatever reason cannot get into the spirit of the season.

What about you?
Are you in the Christmas Mood yet?

(i must admit, the snow really helps..but i am not there yet.)

Trying it again (or, better titled as i don't know when to quit)

So a while ago i used to do this thing called JunkYard Poetry.
Even though i stopped doing it online, i have still managed to do it with my children's classes at school and recently it was brought to my attention that maybe i should start it up again.
So i did.
If you are feeling creative, or silly, or don't know what i am talking about but are intrigued..head on over to HERE.
You know you want to.

And Mark?
Now would be a good time for you to start playing...you never played before but i know you would be good at it. Give it a shot.
Al the cool kids are doing it.

Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat!

Now that Bug's birthday has come and gone, we can get down to the business of CHRISTMAS!
If you have been reading me for a while, you know that this is my favourite time of year.
It is time to start pulling out the ornaments and other decorations, and deciding on when and where to get our tree.
Tree picking is something i take VERY seriously...it is not something to be entered into lightly.
It has to be strong enough to hold the antique ornaments from my grandmothers, but not too bulky.
Tall enough to command attention, but short enough that we can reach to put my angel on the top.

In choosing a tree, i take all of these things into consideration, but most of all i wait for the tree to choose me.
Yes, i am the tree whisperer. Our Christmas tree will let me know that IT is the one that is meant to come home with us.
I cannot explain how, or why..but it will talk to me.

Bug seems to have inherited this gift as well, but last year she was only able to hear the "charlie brown" trees. This year i am hoping that her gift has developed a bit more. It takes a lot to nurture this gift, and i would love to have some help in the tree picking duties. The men in the house don't seem to have "the gift" and would be happy with taking the first tree they see.

One year i had Keith go to 8 different places, as none of the trees were very talkative that year.
Bless his heart for 17 years ago understanding that when i said picking a tree is an all day affair i meant it.

Also ready to make an appearance is my grandmother's manger. I have spoken of it before..HERE. This year she may be coming here for Christmas dinner and i am excited to have her see it in it's new home.

What Christmas decorations hold a special place in your heart?

Weather Men

frantically pointing

shades of purple fill the screen

Storm of the Year

they say

can't they find anything else to comment on?

YES it's cold

We DO live in the GREAT WHITE NORTH

The Artic blast decends upon us

STAY-IN-YOUR-HOMES

but can the children can still go to school?

The result of all this hype

two

snowflakes fall slowly to the ground

Wondering

what all the fuss was about

Latecomers to the party

held in their honour

Better late than never.

Say it ain't so!

That sound you heard this afternoon at approximately 2:00pm.
That crackling hardening sound?
Was the sound of hell freezing over.
For one brief moment in time...
THERE WAS NOT A STITCH OF DIRTY LAUNDRY HERE.

I cried tears of joy.
My mother told me that there would some time come a day that this would happen, but i foolishly did not believe her.
After all, I am a Mom.
I have a daughter who believes it is her God given right to change 8 times a day.
I have a son who takes his clean clothes and puts them back into the hamper...once he has decided that he isn't going to wear said item. I think he thinks that hamper is an extension of his dresser.

But.
and this bares repeating..
THERE WAS NOT A STITCH OF LAUNDRY LEFT TO BE DONE.

and then it was gone.

I hear that this phenomenon has occurred once or twice before in my life time.
Let's hope i don't have to wait another 40 years to see it again.