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Heard a great comment from a co-worker today...
"We make our own reality."
Isn't that the truth!?!!
"We make our own reality."
Isn't that the truth!?!!
So....what's your reality??
On the way to my -- wait for it -- Ahhhhhhh! Scrap Day at the Cellar, I was behind a vehicle with a tire attached to the back door. I was so inspired, I had to take a picture of it. Yes, I did what you are probably thinking...I propped the camera on my dash and as I drove, I snapped pics. But honestly, look at this picture...doesn't it look like a happy face (see the eyes, nose and smile) with arms and legs, even two ears??? Okay, call me crazy. But it put me in a jolly mood for my ride to New Lenox. 
As I mentioned in my previous post, I couldn't have felt more joy in giving this gift. Watching the excitement in his face as he enjoyed it was just about the best gift I've ever received. And although I still have a couple more Christmas get togethers to attend over the next couple of days, it is difficult to imagine that I will experience anything more satisfying than watching the excitement on my grandson's face.
I hope your Christmas Day turned out exactly the way you wanted it to be. Mine was!
Here we are, the day before Christmas Eve (a.k.a., Christmas Eve Eve). I've got the tunes on, enjoying the beautiful snow (isn't it always beautiful when you can stand at the window and enjoy it?!) and finishing the wrapping of the last of the Christmas gifts. It has dawned on me that each year, I go thru the same thought process as I wrap gifts.
You see, when I was newly married I had an experience that nearly crushed my soul when it came to gift giving. Long story short, my husband was disappointed in the gift I'd gotten for him. He had it in his head that I would get him...wait for it...the Atari PONG game. This, after telling me NOT to get it. It was just a matter of me not "reading" him correctly, I guess. It happens with newlyweds. As you can imagine, it caused a big fight.
All of a sudden we hear from the back seat, "Loud. Mom. Louder." They had been waiting all week to hear the song on the radio. "...I play my best for him, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum..." We sat listening to every word, singing to ourselves. As we were eating dinner, I said to Cormick, "Do you know what my favorite part is? Pa rum pum pum pum." "I like that, too", he says with a huge smile. Turns out he knows the story behind the song. He knows why the "little boy drummer" plays the drum and who he plays the drum for. Another "ahhhhhhh - life is good" moment.
Many people know that one of my hobbies is cardmaking. It's sort of an offshoot from scrapbooking. What it does is offer you a quick fix when you need to create and don't have a lot of time. Well, every year I have good intentions to make my Christmas cards. The theme is always snow, snowflakes, snowmen...you get it. I've included a couple pics of previous years' cards. (Boy, I've grown in my cardmaking skills!!!)
I very much enjoy making the cards, but I know I should start much earlier in the year to get the cards completed. But I don't. As a result, most years my good intentions of getting these cards in the mail get, er, let's just say sidetracked. The Christmas cards end up getting mailed the week between Christmas and New Year's. So, I can't really call them Christmas cards, can I?? Among my fellow scrappers, it's now become standard practice to call the cards I send out at this time of year "Winter Cards". I mean, it's not like they have a Christmas tree or Santa Claus on the card. They have some form of snow on them. And when you think about it, isn't it kinda nice to receive a card with a peaceful theme AFTER all the hustle and bustle of the holidays?? See?? I could very well be on to something here.
When my daughter was in college, she wrote a paper about giving kids encouragement and praise to build up their bank account of self-esteem. This was based on a book by Rick Lavoie called "When the Chips Are Down." She and I affectionately refer to the whole concept as "poker chips" and we still have conversations about the necessity to accumulate poker chips. Jack Canfield, the originator of the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" series maintains that it's not just kids who need poker chips. We all do.