The gift that keeps on giving

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Note: I wrote this post several weeks ago and guess what? I never hit the “publish” button. Yep. That’s how organized I am. Better late than never, right?

A couple of summers ago, a friend of my mother-in-law posted on Facebook that she was thinning her iris bed and would share with anyone who wanted them. I quickly asked for some.

I love the whole idea of sharing plants. I’m not sure of the origin of Cindy’s irises, but I know that she’s had them a very long time.

And the best part about it all? Years from now, when my bed is full and I need to thin, I’ll share with someone else.

I will never look at a bloom out of this bed without thinking about the gift Cindy gave me. Long after she’s gone and long after I’m gone, those plants will be blooming. What better gift could there be?

Angels o’er the plains

Angels we have heard on high

Sweetly singing o’er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echoing their joyous strains

Gloria in excelsis Deo

Gloria in excelsis Deo

Come to Bethlehem and see

Christ whose birth the angels sing

Come adore on bended knee

Christ the Lord the newborn King

To me, nothing spreads the spirit of Christmas more than Christmas music. There’s something about the combination of the familiar words and the comforting melodies that makes me slow down and reflect on the purpose of this glorious season.

But if truth be known, I’m really not all that choosy about my Christmas music, either. There’s a time and a place for “Joy to the World,” the same as there is for “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.” After all, who doesn’t have funny stories about that crazy relative who painted the fingernails of her praying hands figurine fire engine red? Hypothetically speaking, of course. <Read more>

‘Tis the season of the UPS man

You know you do a little too much online shopping at Christmas when your husband says, “I really wish we  could have gotten the driveway graded before UPS man comes every day for two weeks.”

And I agreed.

I’m not so much worried about the pothole for our vehicle, but I have nightmares about a top-heavy brown truck overturned at the bottom of the hill. Somehow, I don’t think Amazon Prime free shipping covers that kind of damage.

Which brings me to my current game. I log on to my computer every morning to track where various packages are en route to my front door.

And this is what I saw this morning.

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My package made better than expected time last week and arrived in Wichita on Dec. 5. This is where the problem begins. Instead of my friendly UPS man delivering to my door, they transferred the package to the U.S. Postal Service. Mistake No. 1.

USPS transferred my package to Lincoln, Nebraska. Umm. That’s the wrong direction. Mistake No. 2. The USPS folks in Lincoln took one look at the western Kansas address and sent my package east to Omaha. The N on the side of those Nebraska football helmets is for “Knowledge,” you know. Mistake No. 3.

Luckily, the package has now arrived back in Wichita, where it was originally delivered five days ago.

There’s a reason the U.S. Postal Service is going out of business, people. And there’s a reason I pay to see the UPS man. But now instead of worrying about the brown truck overturned in the driveway, I have imagined a red flag pops up when a package comes through.

“These people need to work on their driveway. Pass it off to USPS.”

I really hope not, though. I’d like to get my orders before St. Patrick’s Day.

No excuse

So I have no excuse for not blogging. None.

But I can’t even wear socks that match my pants and shoes, so what do you expect?

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Seriously? I don’t even have the excuse of dressing in the dark. I thought these socks were black, just like my pants and shoes. Nope. Blue.

At least my shirt isn’t on inside out. Yes. That happened.

Does anyone else wonder how I manage? Because I do.

35 years of patience

My mother-in-law has driven the school bus for 35 years. God bless her.

There are gold stars for people like that; special places in Heaven for that kind.

She retired today. She deserves a few lazy mornings. And my son thought she deserved flowers on her last day.

 
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Pinterest made me do it

I love Pinterest. You can see that here.

Just the other night my husband asked, “Is Pinterest the reason we can’t have normal food anymore?”

Isn’t he just hilarious?

But he won’t be laughing tonight because I’m making this.

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They love Lasagna Soup and the weather turned cold enough that it just seems like the right thing to make tonight.

Speaking of Pinterest. . . did you know that just “pinning” something doesn’t actually make it magically appear in your home? Someone should get on that. It would be so much easier.

So, I saw this pin recently. Iheartorganizing.blogspot.com is a great blog. I’ve read her blog for a while now because maybe there’s something to this learning by osmosis thing. If she’s organized and I read her blog then I’ll be organized too, right? Right?

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Back to this photo. If you saw underneath my bathroom cabinet, you’d cringe in horror. I took the plunge and bought a couple of plastic drawers. Now, to actually have the time to go through my stuff and see if I can make some sense of organizing that one tiny little spot in my home. I’ll keep you posted, but a word to the wise – don’t hold your breath.