Aren’t you in the mood for a senseless recap of all that is my life?
Me either. It’s just that I have nothing else to talk about tonight and I haven’t used nearly enough words today to skip blogging.
Let’s first discuss the Christmas gift my mum-in-law gave me for Christmas. Since we’re going all the way back to the Little Town of Bethlehem, it’s going to be a long post.
FringeMummy (we’ll call her that for today and hope she doesn’t mind) gave me this most amazing makeup mirror for Christmas. My mum (not the giver of the mirror – keep up please) and I fought for turns in front of the all-telling/all-showing mirror. It’s a lovely silver mirror that shows pretty faces on one side, and then you flip it to see HORROR, PAIN, SHOCK, DESPAIR, FEAR…
I could go on and on.
I saw things growing on my face that are still unknown to the human race. I have this love/hate relationship with the mirror now. It draws me. When my facial hairs even think I’m getting close to the mirror they quiver in fear. They practically jump off my face before my tweezers can get near.
I am thanking my lucky stars she did not send me a full length mirror.
FringeMummy, I canNOT handle full length 8x’s optical zoom.
Just want to be clear.
Currently there are no openings in the local psychiatric center. I should stay clear of my mirror for a while.
On to other news…
I continue to purge, clean, clear, and dispose of unnecessary junk in my home. Surprisingly I’ve convinced FringeBoy to scale down his library. For the record, I love books. I love that my son loves books, but he’s encroaching on my bookshelf space. He has two bookshelves in his room and he’s overflowed to the bookcases in the living room. It was certainly time to scale back.
If you want to see what we cleared, click HERE.
It’s my Ebay listing, so if you have young children, you may actually be interested in some of these books – Magic Tree House, Bernenstain Bears, A to Z Mysteries, Boxcar Children.
Look at this blasted thermometer. The inside of my house hasn’t seen 98 degrees since August. I am bordering on hypothermia people. This is not the time for my thermometer to fail me. Oddly enough the outside temperature is accurate. I am freezing to death one icy cell at a time.
Should I even move on to the subject of snow?
No, I didn’t think so. Since 49 out of 50 states have it, who wants to talk about it! And I can only imagine how much white fluffy stuff my Canadian friends are buried under.
But, I am cold. Like frozen.
And also sad.
There are so many to pray for in our world. You know this. You watch the news just like me. I have a heavy heart for many tonight.
Ok, that is enough for now.
Be well my friends.