dregs

Dudes. My blog is depressing. Maybe that’s why I don’t come here so often anymore.

I seem to go to a lot of funerals. Another one of my Aunts died this week, another of my father’s siblings. And another funeral to attend this coming Tuesday.

I’ve seen so many people do this great “best of 2009” round up posts so to cheer myself up I thought I would take a look at my archives and see what I could link to as my “best of.” Except all I can find are “not the worst of 2009” posts.

I wrote far too much about trying to lose weight. I posted far too many pictures of my cat. I became a quintessential mommyblogger, (even though I hate that term.)

My one shining moment of true hilarity was cause I was doped up on pain meds. Honestly, I haven’t written anything humorous since them because I just can’t compete with myself. Ooooo, I last saw my funny at the hospital!! Maybe it’s at the lost and found! ~sigh~

See? My best posts are the pathetic dregs of the blogosphere.

Dear 2010,

Bring back the funny.

xo

Annette

ps. Rest in peace Aunt Lee.

reminder

Contest is over.

Okay peeps, this is the last day to enter my raffle/giveaway. I’m hoping some of you meant to but didn’t get time because my timing stunk by posting it on Christmas Eve Eve. Me and my brilliant ideas… ahem.

Grace and a giveaway

Contest is over. Comments closed.

Some years ago there was a lovely little girl named Grace who lived in Romania. Grace was an orphan there, along with her two little sisters. The three girls had the good fortune to be adopted by two of the most amazing people ever, Teresa and Bill, who live in Maine. It’s important to know that they were three of the last orphans to leave Romania before the moratorium on outside adoptions began.

A year and a half ago, Grace died in a terrible accident. Out of the pain and sorrow of this tragedy grew a little thing called hope. The Foundation for Hope and Grace was created, with a mission is to advocate for orphans around the world. While Grace watches over them, Bill and Teresa are creating hope for orphans around the world.

(If you would like more information about the Foundation you should read Bill’s blog Life with Grace, or email him at billteresalegere at gmail dot com if you have any questions. The Foundation’s website is coming soon.)

So, you can probably tell that this organization is very near and dear to my heart. I’ve been friends with Teresa since we were preschoolers, and Bill since Teresa first met him in high school. I love these people like I love my own family. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do to help their cause for awhile and and since it’s Christmas I think it’s time.

So here’s the deal, I’m going to give one of you a little gift if you give a little something to the Foundation for Hope and Grace. I have a very pretty, very blue, soft, and cozy scarf that I just made to give away to one of you.

All you have to do to enter is give a dollar. Or two. Or twenty. However many dollars you donate (tax deductible!) is how many entries you get in the giveaway. (Okay, it’s more like a raffle, but anyway.)

Brrrr, it’s cold outside and you know you want this scarf.

Here’s how you can enter to win it. Go to their blog and look in the sidebar, you’ll have to scroll a bit, and you will find a paypal donation button. Click it, send whatever you want, and come back here and leave me a comment that you did. I will get confirmation from Teresa who paid what so I know how many entries you will get.

Important! Please make sure you use the same email address in your comment form (where no one can see it but me) as you use in paypal so I can match up addresses.

The contest is open until midnight on 12/31/2009 and the winner will be announced within a few days after. (U.S. residents only please.)

Go on, I’ll wait here for you to come back and comment. And if you’ve made it this far you should know I’m probably going to make a matching hat to send along with it. xoxo

Santa Claws

I just can’t help myself. Josh has all these little hats from his multitude of stuffed animals lying about the house. I pick them up, look at them and think how purrfectly they would fit on George. And they do. As long as he sits still.

I swear it’s not photoshopped! Damon and Josh witnessed George posing for a good 10 minutes so I could get the perfect shot. Yes, I managed to hold in my lap and take the photo at the same time…

I am an old cat lady.

stress free or stressful?

Everyone around me is frantic. Shopping, wrapping, traveling, baking, planning, cleaning, shopping some more. Some people seem to thrive on it. The craziness suits them. Others not so much, and crankiness abounds.

The complaining; “Oh I have so much to do! I’ll never get it done it time!” Procrastination, resignation, hurry, hurry, one more week. Sigh.

I succumbed to the pressure and stress around me for just a few days last week. And then I remembered. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.

Holidays are supposed to be fun and relaxing. Even for adults. (Christmas spirit! It’s not just for kids anymore!) It’s okay to stop trying to make Christmas perfect and instead, actually enjoy it. Your family and friends might thank you for it. Your blood pressure might too.

Edited to add: I completely forgot to mention decorating! How could I forget that? Well. Cause I slap up a fake pre-lit tree, put a couple strings of lights on the porch and call it done!

go hug somebody today

I didn’t mean to be gone so long. It just sort of happened. Sometimes life just happens and you don’t have time to write about it.

Then sometimes death happens and you don’t know how to write about it.

One of my uncles died on Friday. It wasn’t really unexpected, and in many ways it wasn’t as sad as I thought it would be. Not to say there wasn’t sadness or tears, but there was also that sense of relief when pain is at an end.

The wake and funeral gave me an opportunity to hug cousins that I haven’t seen in more years than I care to count. Those hugs mattered. To them and to me.

It also gave me the opportunity to have a little extra bonding time with my sisters and parents on the long drive to Northern Maine. Oy. Laughter is pretty healing you know, and we’re pretty good at it.

This whole weekend was a reminder how important family is and I’m incredibly fortunate to have so much family in my life.

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Who do you wish you could hug one more time?

I wish I could hug my Memere. She passed away 28 years ago yesterday. I was nine, and I just didn’t get to hug her enough. If you still have a grandparent in your life, could you go hug’em for me?

xo

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