What a bizarre week. Protégé came back on Monday and we had a fine day. I left about an hour early so I could go get my allergy shot and went on home. Tuesday; Hubby decided to take one of his personal days and we went to a movie, Dreamgirls. (That movie is a really great musical by the way.) An hour before we went in the theater I called Protégé to see how it was going at work. It was dead because it was raining. After the movie, I turned my phone back on and had a message from one of the other managers. I won’t go into the messy details but he should have called Protégé and apparently did but Protégé either didn’t give him the answer fast enough or at all. Needless to say after working 14 or so days straight I was really un-amused to be getting a phone call on my day off. I called Protégé to find out what was going on and he joked around, wouldn’t listen and basically blew me off. That went over like a lead balloon. I literally just went off on him..which is not my style but I had no patience left, I was tired and pissed. Long story short, he went over my head and complained about me. My boss told him he needed to grow up. The whole thing bothered me and I caught Protégé in a couple of lies…to cover his own butt. Not cool. I had to have a sit down with him….good news is I think that helped. I considered firing him but didn’t even end up writing him up.

 

Then at the end of the week, I got a letter from Dad’s sister. Most of the letter was just to catch up but she did mention Dad and I making amends and that Dad had told her he couldn’t understand why I had gotten so upset over Cheryl’s son and new wife (who had apparently, just had a baby but it wasn’t Justin’s baby! And he married her? What is this, Days of Our Lives?) coming to the dinner I had planned. Dad actually said it was his birthday; when it was Father’s Day. My aunt said she could see both sides but kind of also eluded that I should be the first to make amends and that we were both just thinking of our own pain. She is probably right about thinking of only our own feelings.

 

Thing is…I have written Dad and told him I wanted us to be closer, I tried to call for awhile after that happened, I try to email monthly and frankly that’s about all I can bring myself to do. Dad doesn’t initiate any communication and his wife writes back if I email. Never answering any questions I have, just babbling in run-on sentences about nothing.  

 

And I get it that I clearly have hang-ups about step-kids and my Dad. I don’t ever want to share him now as an adult. And obviously that isn’t reasonable to only have Dad and Cheryl at the holidays and such. But on Father’s Day? Don’t they have their own Dad? And if not; I *did* call them and plan the function and planned to pay for their meals. It was pretty uncomfortable having two 18 year old kids show up that I don’t know from Adam and have MY DAD on Father’s Day pay for them. I literally did not know they were coming until I saw Dad in the parking lot of the restaurant. What was I supposed to do? I ended up just paying for Hubby and me. Even more frustrating, Dad doesn’t even remember what Holiday this was!

I have spent most of my life fighting for some inkling of my Dad’s attention. Between the divorces, work, women and their kids-it didn’t leave much time for me or Ben. Maybe I am being unreasonable because I don’t care to know Cheryl’s kids. We are all adults and I literally have met her oldest son once and the other son 3 times in 5 years. Why bother? Who knows if Dad will be married in 10 years anyway?

Maybe it is my problem and I am being overly sensitive. I don’t feel like I am being unreasonable for wanting to have just a little bit of my own time with my own father. And I am just not willing to bend on that right now.

 

Meanwhile; I talked to a recruiter who is paid by companies for executive placement. He said he would search the area for me. I thought that was cool!

Mom just called. She said her sister (my favorite Aunt) just called. My Uncle’s sutures broke open. He had surgery on his neck on Wednesday…this being the third he has had of this kind. He has a disease that basically fuses the spine together if I understand correctly and it’s incredibly painful. He’s in ICU now. Poor Favorite Aunt and Favorite Uncle. They are wonderful people. The last year he spent fighting colon cancer…and now this. Boy, it really makes me think about counting my blessings every day.

 

This brings me back to my Dad’s sister. She is very thoughtful to have said something to me about Dad. I know she just wants the best for both of us. She is SO NOT a buttinsky so I know she must be really concerned. I guess I am just going to have to slog through it. Maybe it’s a lack of maturity or just downright stubbornness. She said she didn’t want me to live with regrets. Mom has said this to me too. Do you regret not swallowing every ounce of pride just to have your Dad in your life on HIS terms?

These are a freaking hoot. Let me apologize in advance for my jabs at the South’s checkered history. It’s all in fun…really.

 

 

 

 This is the ugliest, largest clucker I have ever seen in my life. It’s a wonder KFC ever got off the ground!

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/GAMARchicken.html

 

 There better be a bar at the end of this maze…….

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://faculty.concordia.edu/david_kluth/ANZtrip/images/H_dole_maze_ariel-lg.jpg&imgrefurl=http://faculty.concordia.edu/david_kluth/ANZtrip/Plantation.htm&h=450&w=590&sz=73&hl=en&start=8&tbnid=hk5g35ZzsbTCVM:&tbnh=103&tbnw=135&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpineapple%2Bmaze%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DG

 

I read that they have a recipe for Spam Chocolate Cake? Does Spam have meat in it? Maybe that is why they put it in Chocolate cake. Hey! Cheryl could make some for Dad! Gross.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/MNAUSspam.html

 

 Mississippi in 1940? Was the entire KKK on hiatus when this was built? The woman is black! The horror! Hey, just saying Mississippi Burning and they left up the giant black woman? Leave it to the KKK to not even be thorough with their ethnic cleansing.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/MSNATmammy.html

 

 I can’t tell you how proud this makes me to be from the Midwest.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/MNDARtwine.html

 

 The Miracle Tortilla? Get a life people. Jesus ain’t on your stinkin’ Tortilla.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/NMLAKtortilla.html

 

 Cow Chip Capital. Again, I am beaming with pride.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/OKBEAchip.html

 

 Welcome to South Carolina; where everyone who isn’t white is enslaved, hung or made to wear a giant hat.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/SCDILsob.html

 

 The Toilet Man!! I can’t make fun though…he’s 80. At least he isn’t sitting around bitching about the younger generation.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/TXSANtoilet.html

 

 

 Ma! I can’t see a thing. I think that Pink Elephant in the living room stole my glasses again!

 

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tips/getAttraction.php3?tip_AttractionNo==1645

 

 

 

Right before the final curtain closed on the catering business; Hubby and I got married. Since it was the second marriage for each of us; we had decided to have a private ceremony in the Keys. Teri and Mike had a time share and offered to let us use the room if we would pay for the extra charge for an extra bedroom-of course; they would go along as well. It worked out fairly well-and for the most part we enjoyed the trip. About 4 days in-I got a bad cold and subsequently didn’t have much energy for anything but sitting by the pool. Teri wasn’t having that at all. She nagged and nagged me to go down to Duvall street, walk here, do this and do that to which I obliged. She started drinking every day at noon so by evening she was trashed, loud and obnoxious. The next day, I flat said no, I am not going. So Teri asked Hubby to go with her and Mike. He declined saying he could use the day of rest. She told him not to put up with a guilt trip from me and to do what he wanted. Hubby reminded her it was our honeymoon and we wanted to spend our time together. I was not amused. The day of rest did me good and that evening; Hubby and I decided to go back to an Italian place on “the quiet side” of the island the four of us had found earlier in the week. It was our last night and we thought it would be romantic.  Right before we left, Mike and Teri came in just absolutely trashed. Teri was so loud and Mike was just his normal laughing self. They had found friends from a cruise ship and had come back to change for dinner. They wanted us to go and meet up with these people and party. We declined explaining our idea of a quiet evening and Teri threw a fit. It was our last night and I was ruining it being a baby. (?) She told me it was just a cold and that I needed to get over it! I was so over it, I just shut the door in her face and finished getting ready and we left. She didn’t talk to me the next day; and we flew to New Orleans in silence. That evening when Clarence arrived and met up with us…she decided to forgive me. Then the next day we had another fight, I forget about what but I was fed up with Teri. Teri, Mike and Clarence spent most of their time on Bourbon street until 3-4 AM partying. Hubby and I went out but usually were in bed by at least 1AM, which was plenty late enough. The day we left, Teri came down with my cold and was in a rotten mood. After snipping and bitching at every single one of us; Mike finally looked at her and said “Teri, it’s just a cold, why don’t you just get over it!” I could have laughed for an hour. I didn’t, it would have made things worse. She did finally say that she hadn’t been as sensitive as maybe she could have been; which was as close to an apology as Teri got.  It took me a couple of months to get over my irritation with her about that whole vacation.

 

Mike’s business started to grow right away. Teri did her part by sending all of her old clientele a letter introducing the new business…riding a fine line of professional standards. I did proof the letter and we tried to walk on the right side of the line. Had I to do it over, I would have just told her I thought it was inappropriate-and listened to how wrong I was for the next hour. Teri started helping an older couple that she had met through her folks with an estate sale business. After a few months; she decided she would buy them out and run the business. Now, Teri and Mike were in a lot of debt with all of these businesses starting and not really making any money selling half of the catering business in the buy out. They were able to get loans and borrowed money from her folks; and off they went. Mike paid me well when I helped out and Teri always told him he was overpaying me. They would actually fight about it. I will have you know that I am the one who had the recipes and ingredients in my head for all of the “slightly changed” menu items on Mike’s menu. Mike told Teri he couldn’t do it without me. He started smoking meat and because it was different-he really made his way with the meats. That phased me out a bit and I thought it was probably for the best. Teri became resentful of Mike because he was cooking out of the house and was a complete slob about it.

 

I helped Teri with the estate sales; working along side her sorting, folding, pricing and researching antiques for her. One sale she had included a huge amount of pristine antique wooden lures in the original boxes-that were also pristine. I sorted over 200 of them and when she mentioned she thought she would ask $1.00 a box I told her they were worth much, much more. I spent that evening researching for her and found her a local dealer who paid her over $800 for all of them. She never thanked me, took credit for making so much money on that estate sale with our friends and paid me $7.00 an hour for my help. Now, granted I didn’t ask how much she was planning to pay me. When I looked down at my check and looked up at her she said “Well, Sophia, anyone can do what you were doing.”

 

More Later

 

 

Today; boys and girls we are going to talk about interesting reading because for the last two hours, instead of working I have been reading! I was busy this morning but all of the sudden its dead and I am caught up and ho hum. I have 5 hours left to work. I figure I have some time to spare.

 

The following reading material has continually educated, entertained or shocked and appalled me in the last week:

 

Wikipedia : For those of you who have been living in a cave for  the last two years, Wikipedia is a free online encyclopedia; ….except better because it has things like “famous gay actors” and the life story of Beyonce all right at the click of a mouse! Even more exciting; if you happen to be an expert on say…Spitting Spiders   you can edit the entry. I love this site! I have literally in the last week learned that Abe Lincoln is thought to be by some historians to be gay/bi and it is rumored that Laura Ingalls Wilder ‘s daughter, Rose, actually did most of the writing in the popular “Little House on the Prairie” series.  Also, did you know that there is a species of cockroach that grows up to 9 cm long and can weigh up to 30 grams? Some Aussies keep them as pets.

 

And when is the last time you sat down and read this? “We,  therefore, the Representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”

Sniff. Damn that Thomas Jefferson sure knew how to make a statement, didn’t he? God Bless America. I love Great Britain with their “The Colonies” statements, Uncle Ben clock, Royal scandals and stuffiness. Not to mention being our biggest ally in the last several conflicts and a couple of World Wars. However, I am still glad our Forefather’s had the balls to tell them to stick it. Speaking of balls...

 

Low Blow: A series written by a Senior News editor for MSNBC about prostate cancer. I would bet you are like Hubby and me, thinking prostate cancer wasn’t a big deal anymore. Snip, snip and go on with life. It’s still something to be taken seriously folks. When I mentioned to Hubby that after surgery; there is no “morning wood”…or afternoon wood for that matter for a year or more without help from a pill-I got his attention. Frankly, it had my attention-okay maybe I don’t always have time for a good roll in the hay before work-it’s nice to have the option! After hearing that wearing Depends for a couple of months after surgery might be necessary; we made an appointment for a check-up. Preventative medicine can only prevent if you make the damned appointment! GO, read now!

 

The Jungle Woman: For once, I have to tell you I am almost speechless…almost but not quite. If she went into the jungle at 8; she didn’t forget how to talk for God’s sake. If the woman is happy in the Jungle, I say leave well enough alone. There is something to be said for being buck naked everyday, no worries about paying the bills, no “get up and make the donuts” every day, no house cleaning, no rat race, no depressing news everyday…no irritating Mother In Law…hell if I were her, I would want to go back to the jungle too.

 

Michael J. Devlin:  I might be a little obsessed-I’ll admit. I hate bullies, HATE bullies. Obviously bullying, intimidation, terrorizing and abuse are the reasons most of these kids can’t (or don’t feel they can) get out.  Part of what bothers me so much about abductors of children is that the abductor is usually repeating an offense that was at some point in their lives done to them. It’s another abusive cycle like so many others. Logically, I get that. My heart feels differently. I ( I am quoting Hubby here) don’t think he is worth a .05 cent bullet to the head. Having said that (and not that I am the one that will be doing the judging on this…that is God’s thing) I think he should rot in Hell and certainly never spend another day free in his life. The whole thing makes me so angry I get tears in my eyes every time I think about it.

 

Diary of an Affair: "Catholic based Retrouvaille" pimp aside, this is a great lesson. I have been married for 6 ½ years…which is not a long time in some peoples’ opinions. However, I have watched my parents marry and divorce at least 4 times. A little girl learns from her parents’ mistakes if she is smart. Recently, I learned of a couple we knew up north (Mike and Teri if you follow the blog) divorcing after 25 years of marriage. Of course her side is that it was his fault because he had an affair, I have heard. I haven’t heard his side from him but I saw him withstand more nagging, bitching, berating, scolding and fault finding than I ever thought a person could stand when they were married. It takes two to make a marriage work and it takes two to make it end. I think so many people take their marriages for granted and don’t’ work on their marriage. By work, I literally mean choosing to love your mate. Let’s say you feel like sh*t, had a crappy day at work, forgot to thaw something for dinner, have your daughters’ play costume to finish tonight and come home to find your Hubby sitting on the couch watching college basketball; kids fighting-house a mess- You ask if he remembered to go by the bank and make the deposit (because you have floated checks to pay bills) and he gives you a sheepish grin and says “I forgot”. You have a choice to make in that moment. It is the small choices and the little fights that add up to looking up one day and having no idea who you married. No, I would rather be in love with Hubby when I am 75 and worked REALLY hard to keep a strong marriage than the alternative.

 

Sophia

I am officially ready for Protégé to come back. Today, I am tired…or tarred as they say in the South.  Every single person who came in my office today (I am sure the figure must be in the 100’s by now) had an emergency that I needed to fix, stat! The GM had to have a report for last quarter on his desk by the end of the day-and he told me about it at 1:30 this afternoon right before I was sitting down at my desk to eat lunch. Every person I talked to on the phone knew more than I did about my own inventory. I love experts. I made 5 appointments, none have showed. I have always wondered why people make appointments and then no call/no show. How rude. I wouldn’t do that, I would just say no, I am not making an appointment if I didn’t want to make an appointment.
I sometimes think I am the only direct person…other than my mother left in the world. Interestingly enough, directness is often perceived as rude. I guess a person can’t win either way!

 

You know, right now, I can think of a million places I would rather be…other than here. People say they would rather be anywhere other than here - but think about that for a minute. There are quite a few places I would rather not be…anytime!

 

Frozen Tundra-which is (as you know) my idea of Hell on Earth. Oh, look kids here we are in Frozen Turndraville! We have been out of the car 4 seconds and I can’t feel my feet, my fingers sting every time I move them, my nose is dripping snot that immediately freezes to my upper lip; causing the original stiff upper lip. And I have so many layers of clothes on my ass officially has its’ own zip code. I think not.

 

Iraq-otherwise known as the Biggest Sandpit on Earth; where the natives are hell bent on killing each other. Are you kidding me? I would rather sit through “Rosanne sings The Phantom of the Opera”.  Hello!? President Bush? Could we bring our soldiers home now, PLEASE!?

 

The Running With The Bulls of Pamplona-  Don’t misunderstand. I would LOVE to go to Spain and drink wine and eat cheese and frolic on the mountainside and down on the coast with Hubby for about oh…two months. However, I have no desire to attend an event where one desires a good trampling upon their head, back and shoulders AND considers the event fun! Maybe they spend too much time frolicking in the mountains drinking wine…….

 

The Dirtiest City on the Earth- Oh hell, I can’t remember the city in China. Apparently, China is still burning coal like the Marlboro man smoked cigarettes. Oh and apparently, they don’t bother with the filters. What good would that do? There are actually people in these cities wearing cloth masks because the air is so bad. Here’s what I don’t get: How on Earth, could China be excelling at anything over the United States? Polluting the Earth is just fine and oh “by the way-you’ll need to drown your newborn baby girl because women just aren’t important” are accepted ways of thinking in this country! I’ll tell you what, I have changed my mind. I am going to China…and I am bringing an attitude and opinion the size of Texas along. We are all going to sit down, these “leaders” and me. We are going to have a little come to Jesus as it were. Who’s with me?

 

Hey, you get through your work day how you want and I will get through my work day how I want…with humor. J

 

Sophia

 

 

These are just a few of the things I have filled my day today thinking about today. I thought I would share.

 

Shawn Hornbeck. Okay, obviously there a whole lot about this boy and the past four years of his life that we don't know. And probably don't need to know. I can speculate and it's horrible to even IMAGINE what that boy might have gone through. So the first thing I think is that I should pray for him and his family. Then I think, Shawn, why? Why didn't you run? If he was abducted at 11, he wouldn't have known how far away he was from his folks. I know this having come from a rural town and wanting to run away. I always thought "To where? I don't know how to get to the nearest city!" (Which mind you was 45 minutes away.) But as he grew older, he had openings. Clearly he was pychologically (and I don't even want to think about anything else) bullied, abused and controlled. Kind of makes my childhood look like a walk in the park.

 

 

Senator Borack Obama. I'll admit immediately that I do not possess enough information to speak intellegently on this subject. Still, I have thought about him. A black man running for President. My opinion? Well- it's about time. No offense to any of you who happen to be white and male but as far as I am concerned; a little color on the skin,a different gender or both as President wouldn't do anything to harm this nation! Not by a long shot. As far as his abilities, experience and the rest of it-I will reserve thoughts until I know more. It's interesting, that I know for sure.

 

American Idol. Hubby and I pride ourselves in not watching much television, not to mention reality TV. We, for the most part, find what is on TV today to be..in a word...crap. However. I have laughed, cried, empathized and had so many other emotions watching this show. Probably partially because I always wanted to be a singer. Hubby, however, never had any aspirations to sing and he likes it too. It's the American dream, I guess. You can accomplish anything you want in this country. All  you have to do is try. That rocks.

 

Blepharoplasty.  It's a mouthful, I know! AND YES, I had to look up the spelling. The other day, I looked in the mirror in the middle of one of my famous eyebrow lifts...and saw an eyelid wrinkle. I was absolutely horrified. Look, I have good hair, pretty green eyes and nice lips. That is all. I cannot have one of the three going to hell at 35.  Okay, okay, I know it's insanely shallow for me to entertain the idea of having my eyelids lifted. But hear me out on this. I can hid my spider veins with my tan in the summer. I can excersize if I want my bod back to the hard, bounce a quarter off my ass magnificance of my youth. The boobs, they make a great bra for lifting-and cleavage is not a problem. My eyelids falling? Not much I can do there! And Grandma/Dad gave it to me! Oh no, I am not having droopy lids at 35. It just ain't happenin'!

 

And speaking of middle age. Is it just me or is it some sort of sick irony that we all wait for pubic hair to grow and then in our mid-late thirties start discovering them in places that just aren't supposed to grow the pubes? I give you, boobs, nipples (EW), upper stomach (?!), lower arm, butt cheeks and the other day folks, my Hubby pulled a 1/2 inch long hair out of my chin. He called it a chin hair...I called it a deranged pubic hair who went way north when she was supposed to be headed south. WTF OVER?

 

 

Having read this probably makes you a little scared of me. Rightfully so.

 

Good night and Happy Hair Pulling!

Sophia

I never write in Pink. Too girly, I usually think. What is that about? Who gives a sh*t if I am girly...or not? Talk about being overly obsessed with what I portray as myself. It IS my blog after all, at least here, I should be myself.

 

Since I am being myself I will tell you that I am totally Aunt Flowed out today. I have endometriosis and sometimes it just wears me out. No, I have not had surgery, nor do I intend to unless/until it completely debilitates me. I don't do hospitals. My lining has wrapped around my lower intestine. So as I am sure you can imagine there is no #2 during Aunt Flow. If there is, it is extremely painful and unpleasant. I am taking birth control but it doesn't seem to be helping. I have Dr. “I Don't Listen To My Patient”-a complete opposite from the Dr I had up north so I am thinking I am going to have to switch Dr's before anything is really helped. We had the pain pretty much under control but alas...it was not to last. I think it controllable...I just need the right Dr to hear me. I would have loved to have curled up in the fetal position this morning and just sleep part of the day but I never call in because of Flow. It just ain't right. My step sister does that every month...and women wonder why men think they can't handle the Presidency. What are we going to say, SORRY Prime Minister, I can't meet with you today to discuss world peace because I have the cramps. Come on. Oh, I know TMI. Get over it.

 

Meanwhile, my allergies are nuts today. I took my Claritin D and it didn't work. My nose is chaffed from blowing it and it will not stop running.

Did I mention I am pulling 12 hours every day this week b/c I let Protégé take a vacation? GAWD I am an idiot. Why he couldn't split up the week I don't know, I suppose he didn't want to...and I thought it was his prerogative. It is but MAN does it make a long week for me-78 hours including the driving. Hell that’s lawyer/Dr hours and I don’t get NEAR what those folks make. His pocket book is going to suffer tremendously. I don't know if he took that into consideration...he's a grown man (sort of) so who was I to say anything?

Sure as hell will help my pocketbook. Which reminds me; we got the house rented out! We received our first payment on Saturday. BOY is that a relief. YAY! We had to buy a fridge for the house which is fine. We had to buy a dishwasher for our house here so Home Depot so loves us right now. Thank God for 0% financing.

 

Also, I will have you know, I sent Hubby's mother a thank you card for the popcorn. Hey, the best way to combat a mean spirit is with kindness. I'll admit, I had to make myself do it and Hubby didn't want to sign it. At least it's one more thing I can tell the Big Man upstairs I tried to do in the His spirit. Lord knows there is a plenty I don't do in His name. (YIKES!) Truth be told; I knew it would get her goat. She wanted Hubby to get mad and react and although he did get angry, he didn’t let her know it. We were gracious and thanked her for “remembering us at Christmas and wished her blessings in 2007”. I am so bad. I would so get called out on the carpet for not being sincere in my note but hell, at least I wrote it. One day at a time, right?

 

I have my resume out and have had one interview. The guy was kind of a jerk though. He knew I was a manager currently and I wanted to stay in a managerial position and didn't tell me that Group Sales Manager was a title intended for a sales person. When he told me the starting salary ($20,000 under my current wage) I nearly just got up and left the table. What an ass. I confess, I yawned four times in the interview.  LOL I couldn't help it, he has less experience than I do and he was an awful interviewer! (If you were an animal, what animal would you be?) (Like we all don’t know what that is about, give me a break! I am so not the type to fall for a she is a type A personality just because she answered Elephant…or whatever. If I couldn’t outsmart those types of questions, I would just hang it up.) I just thought it would be rude to get up and leave. Damn Claritin D makes me tired...and I just couldn't stifle the yawns. I did apologize. LOL-still what a waste.

I have heard from a few others but I am going to be fairly calculated about this move. I have a job so I can be picky.

 

The house is coming right along. We have the office yet to organize but it’s really starting to look like home! We are chomping at the bit to get in the pool. We are having a “Cold Front” move through currently. It’s in the 40’s. Which for around here is darned tootin’ chilly. Even Hubby and I have been surprised how chilly it’s felt to us. I guess it doesn’t take long for a body to acclimate to such nice weather all the time. I sure don’t miss living up north; where it is to be 7 (yes SEVEN) degrees for a low this evening. UGH.

 

I sent my brothers two children coats for Christmas. I wasn’t going to send them anything and then remembered it’s not their fault I am not allowed to see them or that their dad is a jerk. I am absolutely positive any extra money my brother has will not be spent on his children so at least they both have nice, new coats for this winter. And they live WAY up north where it’s winter for like…forever. Frozen tundra country…if you will. My idea of Hell. Frozen over. LOL

Okay, that is enough for today. Thanks for cheering me up. I am looking forward to writing again lather this week.
Love
Sophia