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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Tuzzi Time


This is Tuzzi, my black lab. She is 10 months old, and keeps me on my toes! We had a sprinkling of snow a few weeks ago, and she pretty much turned into a 4 legged snow plow, she LOVED IT!! Christmas is tomorrow, and in my world, dogs don't really care. In 'other' peoples world, they do, so there are gonna be puppy gifts under the tree. My only concern with Tuzzi and Christmas was wether she would try to eat my Canuck Christmas Balls, but she has shown no interest in the trees, decorations or wrapping paper. I will accept this as her gift to me, not that she knows or cares (remember, this is MY world after all).

Friday, December 18, 2009

A Canuck Christmas




Soooo, the trees are trimmed, well, since they are fake I should say they are fluffed.. The little one is the 'kids' tree, a bit too colourful for my taste but hey, it's Christmas right? Mine is black, white and silver decorations, and of course Canuck baubles galore!! I have yet to find just the right tree topper, so for now it is one of my Canuck hats. Some day I hope to find a Canuck angel, or something along those lines. I might just get crazy and drill a hole in a Canuck puck to stick on, but that is another year, another project for another rainy day.


Thursday, December 17, 2009

Gaaaahhhh Christmas!!!!

Sooo I thought Christmas would be simple. I have had crap going on, time has been flying by, not in a good way, and I stupidly said to myself this year, Christmas would be a basic simple easy stress free time, ummmmmmmmm no! I was down to 3 people to buy for, but that has changed. Low and behold, some OTHER people have the time to visit and therefor, expect gifts. Did I mention BAH HUMBUG? I have no clue how to deal with this. I have my grandaughter "secretly" building me a birdhouse, which I LOVE. She doesn't know that I know, and really, it will be a surprise as I don't know the design she came up with. That just makes it all the more special. I am not allowed in the basement as top secret stuff is going on down there, there are drills, sanders, hammers and laughter coming from below, how can Christmas get better than that? I have Santa's workshop at the bottom of my stairs!! Why can't everyone on my list be as happy with homemade as me? Why does an implied price tag mean so much? Am I cheap? No! But,, expected gifts, with a minimum purchase value, do kinda take the fun out of it. At what point do I take a stand and say screw you, here is some macaroni stuck on a string, it's called a necklace, pretend it's diamonds, grow up and get over it!