And Then I Rambled....

Well, here it is January 3rd already. Three days into the New Year, and I am just clueless as to what to blog about.

I guess first thing I should share pictures of these gorgeous Christmas ornaments that my dear friend Green Eyes sent me from Canada. Her Mom makes dozens of these and other ornaments to sell at craft sales.

I don't know if you can tell by the pictures, but they are supposed to be angels. They are irridescent, which I love, and about 6 inches long from the hanging loop to the tip of the ornaments.

She sent me 4 of these! They are beautiful, and I absolutely love them, Green Eyes! I will cherish them, and I will think of you every year when I unpack them to decorate for Christmas.

Thank you so much for sending them to me, Green Eyes, but even more, thank you for being my friend.

I put a card and a letter in the mail for you today but I have no idea how long it will take to reach you there in Newfoundland. Hopefully it won't take too long to get there.
Fair warning, rambling about to commence.

I know a lot of my blogging friends have been writing some deep introspective posts concerning new beginnings and resolutions for the New Year. I've done some mental straining and deep knee bends, and you know what? I've got nothing for you right now. I'm just not in that place mentally and spiritually right now. I may come back in a week or a month with a post like that, but for the present it's not happening for me.

Not that what a lot of you are writing isn't good stuff and that it doesn't speak to my heart, because it is and it does. There are some really good posts out there about setting goals, making new starts, being more committed to Christ this year, and so on. For some reason that's just not where my head and my heart are right now. I waited several days for the Muse to inspire me to write one of those "New Year, new goals" kind of posts, but I think my Muse is on vacation in Hawaii or some other beautiful tropical paradise. She ain't Musing in my direction right now, that's for sure.

On a completely unrelated note, I think my personal wiring is crosswired or something equally technical. I sat here yesterday in front of the computer with sweat dripping off my face, and my feet were covered up in a flannel throw and they were still frozen. Now I'm kinda dumb sometimes, but I know something's not right when my top half is flaming and the bottom half is almost frostbit. And I know all about hot flashes, or "power surges" as my sister Donna calls them. This is not hot flashes. I get hot all over, except for my feet, which stay frozen. I don't know, maybe I blew a fuse or doohickey malfunctioned. Whatever, all I know is it's very uncomfortable to be flaming up top and freezing from the knees down. I guess I can go au naturale on top and wear my furlined snowboots, but I'm almost sure that would make for some strange looks at the Walmarts. Not that I don't collect quite a few of those anyway.

Now that I've completely sickened and mentally blinded all my former blogging buddies, moving on...

Jessica is gradually becoming less sick and nauseous every day, praise the Lord! She still has her moments, but they're less frequent and not as intense as they were. Her tummy is definitely pooching out there and she can't suck it in anymore. Her loosest pair of before-Peanut jeans are now cutting into her, and it's gonna be stretchy pants and sweats for the duration. She has a few pairs of maternity pants that were given to her, but she says she isn't wearing them until she absolutely has to, for some reason. I don't know why, because everyone knows that maternity panels in clothing are the most attractive feature EVER.

I told her it's about time for another tummy picture to compare to the others. She is scheduled to go January 16th for an ultrasound. Hopefully we'll find out the sex of the baby this time. Lamar and I should get to go in with Jessica and Jason when they do the ultrasound. I know you're all probably sick of hearing about my Grandbaby, but I am so excited about it I'm about to blow a gasket! I can't help myself, sorry.

I'm sitting here in my spare bedroom, formerly Jessica's room, surrounded by "stuff that needs doing". There's dirty laundry, clutter, Christmas gifts that need a place found for them, more dirty laundry....And I could go on.

Jessica and Jason got me 4 new dining chairs for Christmas and I'm in a quandry as to what to do with my old ones. They're still fairly good. They're also stacked in here while I decide what to do with them. The frugal-don't get rid of it because you don't know when you might need it again part of me wants to try to find room in my already stuffed-to-the-gills outside utility room for them. The part of me that worked for a month last summer cleaning, sorting and throwing away mounds of stuff that you might need later is screaming at me, "Throw the junk in the garbage, you idiot! You have new chairs! What're the chances they'll break any time soon? Besides, if you need new chairs again, the Lord will provide - again." Right now it's a toss-up whether my frugal side or my get-rid-of-the-clutter side will win. I'll report back when one side wins.

I promised rambling, and I defy anyone to prove that I did not, indeed, ramble as promised. I think I'm done now.

Wishing you all a great rest of the week. Love and blessings to all of you, my dear friends and family.