Love this season!

Top ten reasons I love this season...
1. eyes twinkle with excitement
2. the scurry of finishing my homemade gifts
3. the secret of knowing others' gifts
4. the magic in the air
5. the true story of Christmas
6. the girls excited to spend their money on someone else
7. my husbands strange questions about mixing paint???
8. 2 weeks with no alarm clock
9. snow in the forecast
10. receiving new cards in the mail everyday

Trivia Time

It is trivia time for you... 1. who was the first African American to reach the North Pole?
2. What happened on this day in 1773?

(To enter the contest, just post your hypothesis {educated guess} and you could be the lucky winner of a bag of puppy chow... ooohhh, ahhhh!)

By the way, I have done a few OLD WOMAN moves today... sending two Christmas cards to the same friends, forgetting to leave a few things for my sub, and leaving the laundry soap out of the washer. What does this mean? 33 could be rough!

3 syl*la*bles

I can describe my current thoughts is 3 syllable expressions...
Chris*mas*break
fi*re*place
wrap*ping*gifts
Christ*mas*cards
home*made*gifts
three*more*days
Che*la*da
... feel free to clap the syllables, it's fun!

Helicopter Parent?

Recently my principal made a reference to "helicopter parents" while we were having a meeting. Then she explained herself... a parent that hovers over their child and does not let them make decisions for themselves. I thought this term was very interesting. During our evening compute last night, my co-pilot/worker, decided we were raised by a "Stealth-bomber", sit back, let them make their own choices, then when incorrect, bomb them! We tend to parent like we were parented. I feel I am also like a Stealth-bomber. So are you a Helicopter or a Stealth-bomber?

The Story of the Christmas Wreath

Once upon a time on a little old ranch, lived a Christmas wreath. The wreath was hand crafted by good old Grandma Suzy. It was a little thicker on one side than the other, and it had a few long branches, but it still looked as lovely as can be. One day the wreath was wired to a gate on the end of the arena, where visitors could admire it as the drove up the driveway. Then one day, something bad happened to the wreath. The heifers in the lot got very hungry and ate it. Now, the little old wreath hangs on the gate with only a few sprigs of evergreen left and its frame exposed. Someone hopefully someone will fix it and the little old Christmas wreath will live happier ever after!

Pictures

In the darkness of the morning, I sat on the edge of the girl's bed to wake there sleepy head and noticed something. Something hanging on the wall in the clear slops of the grow tall with me wall hanger. There were three pictures staring at me, three pictures of boys. Immediately my mind starts spinning... oh my, who are these boys, boyfriends, last week fourth graders were holding hands, I will have a fourth grader next year! I stumbled over the toys and clothes lying on the floor and throw on the lights. Relieved I see the smiles of the three Rising Stars! My mind was eased a little!