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Shit Happens

I did something really stupid today. I’m embarrassed to tell my story, but everyone makes mistakes and nothing bad happened. It could have been bad, but luckily for me someone upstairs was looking out for me. I’m grateful for that today.

I’ve been sick all week with one of the viruses that have been going around. I went to the doctor on Monday because the wheezing in my chest scared the crap out of me. My doctor told me it was a virus and it would run it’s course. Monday I called in sick to work. My doctor said Tuesday I took a vacation day. My chest was better but my nose wouldn’t stop running. Yes, I was taking cold medicine, Mucinex, Delsym, rubbing myself in Vick’s and sucking on cough drops. Wednesday I worked 10 hours and thought I was going to die. I couldn’t breathe. My face was all red from blowing my nose on Tuesday and Wednesday. Yesterday I called in sick. I felt a little bit better, but I wanted to rest. Normally I wouldn’t call or take vacation but my husband was home on and off all week and I didn’t want to him sick with this virus because he had all of his teeth pulled today. If he was sick they wouldn’t pull his teeth and he really needed it done for health reasons.

Last night was the first night since Sat. night that I didn’t take any cold medicine. I felt kinda off kilter because of all of the medicine I took, but I was confident that I could drive him home, grab his prescriptions and take care of him the rest of the day. I would take a nap later on that afternoon. I was fine until the called me in the recovery room and the nurse showed me how to fold the gauze and place it on his gums. I almost puked when she took the old gauze out and showed it to me. It was all bloody and gross. She talked me thru all of the stuff I would have to do. Pain meds, foods he could eat, antibiotics, and time intervals for changing the gauze. The ice packs. I can’t forget the ice packs.

After we were done I went to get the truck. His truck. The truck I don’t drive all of the time. I know I’m making excuses, but hear me out. As I’m driving up to the door all of the instructions are running around in my head and I see him sitting in a wheel chair. I’m thinking I need to get out of the truck and go to passenger and get him settled in. I get out of the truck and it starts rolling backward. I screaming for someone to help me. I’m looking at all of the cars I’m going to hit if this truck doesn’t stop. I’m panicking. I’m reaching over (no i didn’t think about jumping back in the truck on stepping on the brake) to grab the shifter. I don’t know if I stopped the truck or if it was something my husband did, but somehow the truck stopped. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I felt it was. I haven’t talked to my husband about it and he hasn’t said anything. I don’t know if he even remembers. I feel horrible that he had to get out of the wheel chair after getting all of teeth pulled to help his wife because she didn’t put the truck in park. Obviously all of the cold meds I took during the week didn’t make me competent to drive. It was the first time in my life that anything like that has happened. I still feel like a dumb ass. Maybe it was seeing the blood and knowing I had to replace the gauze every 15 minutes that got me in a funk.

No one got hurt. My husband is doing fine. I am fine. I was a little shook up this morning. I kept apologizing for being a dumb ass, but he knows how sick I was this week. I didn’t damage the building, grass or anyone’s vehicle. All is good. The only damage I did do is to my pinkie finger. It must have got caught it in between the shifter and the steering wheel or something as I tried to get the shifter into park because it is black and blue and hurts like hell. And now that I think about it I need to give myself some credit. At least I ran after it instead of standing there and watching it crash into the building or some cars. This makes me feel a little bit better.

Shit happens. It’s called being human. I have to learn from the incident and move on. It was a fluke thing. I was sick. And I need to forgive myself and call it a day.

If only it were that easy. I still think I’m a dumb ass and probably always will. I can’t believe I did something that stupid and irresponsible. I know better than that.

That’s my story.

2018 The Year Of Me

I’ve been thinking about my goals for 2018. The list below is what I came up with.

To listen to my inner nudges/intuition more than I do now. I’m not very good at this. Listening to myself wasn’t encouraged when I was growing up. I would like to be more in touch with part of myself.

To be kinder to myself. I am my own worst critic. I would like to be my biggest supporter.

To heal my inner child and my soul so I can be the person I was meant to be.

To deal with my menopausal anger and see what issues come up from the past that I need to deal with and heal.

To be a good steward of my talents. I don’t really think I’m doing this right now. I’m not sure what my talents really are. I’m not really a church person, but I do believe in a higher power and I believe we are all given talents the help us evolve on our spiritual path. I want to give myself the time and space to explore what my talents might be.

To find what makes me happy job wise. I like my job and I like the people I work with, but I don’t feel I can express who I really am at my job or figure out what my talents really are. I make good money, but working 10 hours a day doing something that doesn’t fulfill my soul doesn’t work for me anymore. I would like to find my purpose and make a living at that. I realize that may be take longer than 2018, but at least I can start thinking about it and possibly make little changes.

To learn more about the stuff that interests me. Past lives, Kundalini and chakras, intuition, organizing stuff and dragons. These things have always interested me, but I’ve never explored any of them fully. I have just been learning about the healing energy of dragons, which really fascinates me, but that’s another post.

To take two hours every Sunday (now that football is over. Well, it’s over for me. Pittsburgh lost today) and learn how to cook. I suck at cooking. I’ve never taken the time to learn. I would like to learn how to cook healthy meals that I can freeze. I need to definitely learn how to cook/eat healthier, greener meals.

To use the Simply Fit Board that my husband bought me for Christmas. This was an item on my Christmas list, but I haven’t used it yet. I have to figure out the DVD player to use it and I haven’t yet. I don’t understand why I just can’t just push play anymore and something works. I should just be able to use one remote, push play and be done.

To write an hour a day, find a writer’s group, and find out who I am as a writer.

To be more understanding/tolerant of others and their situations. We are all walking on this earth, but we are not all on the same spiritual path. We are all fighting out own battles. I need to be more kinder in certain situations instead of passing judgement on things that I may know nothing about — even if I think I do.

I know this is kind of an odd list. It surprised me, too. It’s not what I set out to write, but it’s what I want to do so I’m going to give it a shot.

Here’s to us all reaching our 2018 goals!!!

I’m Back

Hi everyone. My computer is fixed. I thought it would be finished before we left on vacation but it wasn’t. My step daughter turned 18 a couple of months ago so we took her to Vegas for couple of days. Shorts and t-shirts for three days. After that brutal cold that we went through the warm weather was heaven.

I can’t wait to start posting again. While I was in Vegas I wrote everyday for an hour. I wrote two blog posts on the plane to Vegas and reread and edited the first chapter of my romance novel on the way back. I started my romance novel about 13 years ago. I finished the first draft and started to edit it but never finished. I felt it was missing something but I didn’t know what. Last week while i was at work I realized what it was missing. Becca, my lead character, lost her father when she was 12. I tried to describe it but it fell flat. I didn’t know because I hadn’t lost my dad. Now that I lost my dad I can better describe what she went through. I can see her character develop now so I’m ready to edit it now. Yeah!

I’m going to try to post more than my normal twice a week. I have posts that i wrote while my computer was down that i want to share with you guys. Yesterday was my first day back to work. We are still on mandatory 10 hours of overtime and 5 on saturday so I will post when I can.

Here’s to a great 2018!

Happy New Year!

Just a quick note to let everyone know that my computer is sick so I’m taking it to the geek squad to get fixed. I will not be posting until it’s repaired. I’m typing this post from my phone. What a pain in the butt.

Happy New year!

It Can Wait Til Tomorrow

My house is a disaster. I have to bring the unused Christmas wrap, boxes and name tags downstairs. There’s a stack of magazines (writing and other) I started to go thru, but got sidetracked and never finished. I have a stack of mail that came last week that I need to go through. I have four half written blog posts sitting on the kitchen table that I need to finish. I have a sink full of dishes that need to be washed. And this is just the start of my to do list.

I had yesterday off. Yeah! I had big plans on starting to work on my to do list. I went shopping with my mom in the a.m., ran some errands and returned home about 1:30. I was exhausted so I thought I would take a short nap. I’ll sleep an hour and then I’ll work on my to do list. I covered myself up with a blanket in the recliner and took a nap. I woke up two hours later. I looked around the living room and saw my to do list looking back at me. Then I thought Screw it! I’m taking today off. I fired up my tablet and started to play Soda Crush.

Then came the annoying conversation in my head. Head: You know if you sit on your ass all day you’re not going to get any writing done and then you’re going be mad that you pissed the day away. Body: I deserve a day off to rest. I’m tired. I’ve been working ten hours a day for the last how many weeks. I need to recharge. Head: You know you are going to sit at work tomorrow and wish you wrote today. Body: I need a day off. I can’t run continuously. I’m going to get run down and then get sick. Head: Baby.

I don’t know why I feel guilty if I want a day to do nothing. Obviously I needed it because two hours after my first nap I was taking another one (with only the christmas tree lights on. I love the way my tree turned out). It’s not like I’m calling in sick to work (which I would love to do today, but can’t because I would lose my holiday pay). I’m taking a day off to take care of myself. I never looked at it this way before. I think I need to change my self talk.

I just found out my niece didn’t pass her driving test. My head wasn’t in this post while I was writing it because I was thinking about her and now it really isn’t in the post. Sorry about that. I’m sure I will tie this unfinished post in with another post I will write in the future.

This is not how I planned on finishing this post, but like the title reads, it can wait til tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next month……

My Brother’s Anger

My brother and my brother in law (my sister’s husband) are fighting. It’s over a truck axle and a loss of $800 for my brother. It happened over four years ago. I don’t know the exact details, but I do know how it has negatively affected our family. I know my brother in law would talk to my brother face to face about it, but my brother will not. After four years he is still angry. I mean angry and this anger rules his life.

How sad.

If it were a non family member that my brother was angry with I wouldn’t have thought twice about the anger in his life, but since it is my brother in law and I have to deal with my brother’s anger, I’ve thought a lot about it since Thanksgiving. My brother’s anger runs so deep that he’s pushing people away. He puts a damper on the holidays because he feels he is right and everyone else is wrong. He complains about being alone on holidays, but he chooses not to come to family gatherings because my brother in law will be there. He is invited. He chooses not to go. He isn’t honest about why he doesn’t go. He won’t admit to people that he’s been angry for the last four years and won’t let it go.

That’s just it. He won’t let it go. He won’t even acknowledge that my brother in law is in the room except for when he says a hurtful comment. He could bury the hatchet. He could call my brother in law and ask if they could talk. He won’t admit that he might be wrong or in any part had anything to do with what happened. It’s all my brother in law’s fault. My brother speaks poorly of my sister and her family. Four years later. He also blames my sister. He thinks that she should have stepped in and done something in his defense. The funny thing is is that he hasn’t stepped up to the plate and done anything to fix things except hold onto his anger for four years.

How long does a person have a right to hold on his or her anger? I think it’s ridiculous that it has gone on this long. That said, my brother has always operated from a place of anger. I’m not like that. I refuse to be like that. I can’t stay angry at anyone long. I believe in communication. I believe in talking through problems. My brother is so consumed by his anger that he doesn’t see there is another way. Love. Peace. I think since my brother has held onto his anger for so long it really isn’t my brother in law’s fault anymore. It’s my brother’s. My brother’s anger is the issue now. Not what happened between them.

My brother thinks he is right. It’s his right to think this. This is his perspective. What I don’t think he realizes is that being right has a cost. He has lost four Christmas Eve’s with his family because he would rather sit home alone and dwell on his anger and how he was wronged than spend time with his family. On other holidays when we are at my mom’s (she lives with him, but that’s another post) he says hurtful comments because he is angry. Those angry words, even though he thinks he has a right to say them, can’t be taken back. Sure, he can apologize for them, but at the end of the day the hurt behind the words will always be there. Always remembered. He’s missing out on having a relationship with me, my sister and my brother because he pushes us away with his anger. I don’t think he realizes it. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he won’t listen. He’s right. Everyone else is wrong. End of story. What a sad way to live. I wish I could get inside his head and understand why he thinks the way he does. I try to talk to him. I get snide comments. I invite him to come to our trailer, but he won’t because my sister and brother in law might be there. His anger has closed him off from so many things and so many people. I don’t know what to do help him so I just stay away. I visit my mom when he’s not there. I don’t know what else to do.

This issue has made me look at my own anger. Right away I think of the house we lost and the $675.00 we lost. Yes, I was angry, but my anger has died down. After thinking about how my brother holds onto his anger I decided that I can’t hold onto the any anger I have about losing the house. I think if they wanted to sit and talk about what happened I would talk to them. I’m not sure my husband would. For me, I have to let that anger go. It happened over six months ago and I can’t hold onto that anger anymore. I wish it would have turned out differently, but it didn’t and I have to accept that. Holding onto that anger isn’t going to do anything positive for me. It’s going to hold me back. I don’t want to be held back. I want to move forward. I want to live.

My brother is over weight (over three hundred pounds and 6 feet tall) and has high blood pressure. Now I understand why. I can only imagine how holding in all of that anger and all of the other negative emotions puts strain on his heart and other organs. It’s sad that he’s too caught up in his anger to see this. Holding onto that anger is affecting his health in more ways than he realizes. I’m afraid his anger is going to kill him.

I do realize that people get angry. Hell, I get angry and I get angry faster and more often than ever. Because I don’t really get mad that often, I didn’t know how to deal with anger I felt and how quickly my temper flared. I felt I had to deal with my anger issues after an episode at the campground where I couldn’t get the anti-gravity chair to open and I almost threw it much the amazement of my husband, my brother, and my husband’s brother and his wife. I was surprised of how quickly I could get angry. I loose my patience quickly and snap easily. I didn’t like the anger I felt and I knew I had to find a positive way to deal with it. Luckily through my work I get five free counseling sessions a year through EAP (Employee Assistance Program). I did go see a counselor. She helped me learn that we all have trigger points and what to do when we get to these points and how to stay away from our trigger points.

It’s almost 2018. Don’t you think that my brother would want to start the year fresh and not carry over any resentment into 2018? I doubt if he sees it this way. I don’t see why we just can’t all get along. I know this is easier said than done. I know some people aren’t easy to get along with, but I think those people just need more love in their lives. In my brother’s case he just pushes it away, but I do things to show him I love him anyway. He gets mad and makes crude comments, but I show him anyway. I would love to have a closer relationship with him, but I guess I stay away because I never know what mood he is in and what is going to come out of his mouth. Maybe I’m closed off.

I just wish he would let go of his anger so we could be a family again. This would be a wonderful gift to give my mom. To have all of her children laughing, talking and enjoying each others company in the same room.

If I Ask For Your Help I Need You To Help Me

Before I left for work on Friday I told my husband I needed his help and asked him to fold the towels and put the lights on the Christmas tree and decorate it (it’s a small tree). I didn’t think I was asking too much. He took my step daughter to get her wisdom teeth pulled that morning so they would be at the our house all day while she recovered. I thought decorating the tree (even if she laid on the couch and told him where to put each ornament) together would be a bonding time for them. With my husband being on the road and my step daughter working most weekends, they don’t get to spend a lot of time together. I thought they could laugh and talk about the hand made ornaments as they decorated.

Silly me. Why I thought the tree would be decorated or even the lights be on the tree when I arrived home is beyond me. I should have known it wouldn’t be. The towels for folded and the laundry from the washer was in the dryer. He does get credit for that. You know why he didn’t put up the lights? Because I brought the outside bin of lights upstairs. I thought they were in that bin. Shoot me. I have all of the Christmas bins in one spot in the basement. Did he go look? No. Did he call or text me when I was on break or lunch to ask where the lights were? No. Did he improvise and put the garage lights on the tree? (They are indoor/outdoor lights) No. Did he offer to help me look in the basement when I got home? No. Did he stay up to help me put the lights on the tree when I got home? No. I did end up using the garage lights because I couldn’t find the other ones. When I got home at 10:30 I did the dishes, finished his laundry and did a load of my pinks, and put the lights on the tree. I went to bed at 1:30 a.m. He went to bed at midnight after the movie he was watching was over.

And to top it off, he tells me yesterday that his truck is ready to be picked up at the repair shop and that I should take my brother to go pick it up. What? Are you serious? You can’t help me with the Christmas tree, but I’m suppose to help you. I calmly told him that I would be busy decorating the tree and that I wouldn’t have time. What does he expect? I’m suppose to help him, but he doesn’t have help to me. Bullshit. He called his sister to help him.

And now he was one pissed off wife to deal with.

Look, I’m really not trying to bash my husband. He really is good to me. I love him and am happily married….Until moments like this where he takes me for granted and doesn’t value me or my time and I get pissed. I asked him for help because I really needed help because I am working 55 hours a week and it’s Christmas. I have a lot of things on my plate and the thing that grinds me is that he knows this and he still couldn’t do the tree. The thing is is that everything that he needed was in the living room. I normally don’t ask for help. Being a truckers wife you get used to doing things by yourself, but when I ask him for help I need help. He better help. He should help. He needs to help.

I need your help today. No. I’m not joking. What do those words mean? Before menopause I wouldn’t have asked for help. I just would have done it myself. But now? Now is a different story. It seems the deeper I get into menopause the more aware I become of my needs and how they sometimes aren’t met. I know that’s my fault because I didn’t express them before, but I’m expressing them now and sometimes it’s not a pretty site. I want to write. I want/need time to be creative. What I realized since Friday is that I need him to help me more around the house so I have more time to be creative. I’m not asking him to cook me a 10 course meal when he’s home, but a little more help would be nice. For example, when you take the last roll toilet paper from the cabinet walk downstairs, grab a pack and fill up the cabinet instead of leaving me without toilet paper when I need it the most or when the blue bag garbage can under the kitchen sink is full, put in a new bag (the blue bags are right next to the garbage can) and take the bag out to the garage instead of leaving the recyclables on the counter because the bag is full or when he sees the carpet needs to vacuumed for whatever reason just vacuum it instead of telling me it needs to be vacuumed. I don’t think it’s asking too much. Is it??!!

I’m not trying to be a bitch, but I’m not the maid either. In the past I didn’t say anything because deep down I was afraid that he would leave if I spoke up (that was my own insecurities talking). Now, I don’t care. I say what I feel (respectfully, not hurtful) and if he doesn’t like it tough crap. I’m fully capable of making it on my own. If standing up for myself and what I need and want is being a bitch then I am a bitch. I just can’t keep quiet anymore.

It’s Sunday and the tree still isn’t decorated. I bought new ornaments for the tree, but haven’t put them on yet. I’m debating. I would love to put the tree back in the box and put it in the basement, but for some reason I feel my inner child wants/needs the tree up and decorated. For the last couple of years I haven’t put up a tree, but this year I actually wanted to put up a tree. My husband asked me if I fell and hit my head. After I post this I will go and put the ornaments on the tree. And finish wrapping presents.

What I learned from this is that I want my thoughts, feelings and time to be validated and appreciated. These things are important to me. He needs to understand that I have other things to do than to cater to his needs and wants. I want to cater to my own. Our relationship is changing. It’s scary, but I think it’s good because I’m allowing more of myself to the surface. I’m allowing me to be me. Finally.

Navigating through these menopausal waters is hard as hell sometimes.

I Matter

I matter

My hopes matter

My dreams matter

What I like and don’t like matters

My thoughts matter

My feelings matter

Who I am matters

Who I long to be matters

Who I love matters

What I long to do matters

What I love to do matters

My goals matter

My intuition matters

My job matters

My life matters

All of me matters – inside and out

All women matter

Breathe In, Breathe Out And Let Go

When I was at work today I felt there was old emotions swimming around in my body that I needed to be let go of. Old emotions from the past that I had stored in my body over the years. I took a breathe in and as I released that breathe I pictured my shoulders opening and old, stagnant air coming out of my shoulders. Normally I wouldn’t do this at work. I would wait til I was at home where it is quiet and I am alone, but I couldn’t. The feelings keep pushing at my shoulders as if to tell me they needed to be released.

When I have this feeling and I’m at home, I lay on my back on my bed, close my eyes and ask what part of my body needs to let go of something. I visualize that part of my body opening and whatever needs to come out comes out. For example: in the past I have visualized thick chains and bowling balls coming out from around my heart and briefcases have come out of the top of my head. I believe the chains are from past relationships and the bowling ball is from the bowling alley where my first love and I hung around at while we were dating. I have no idea what the briefcases mean, but that’s ok. I don’t worry about what comes out. If it’s ready to come out then I am more than happy to let it out whatever it is. I may remember the significance of the item later on in my daily activities. I may not.

Today I felt old, stagnant air coming out of my shoulders. This doesn’t surprise me. The air coming out of my shoulders was probably the aftermath of remembering my past hurts. Last week I was thinking about creating a menopause calendar and over the weekend I was working on a drawing for the month of February. When I think of February I think of Valentine’s Day, love and hearts. Usually I think of a big, red heart. Not over the weekend. Instead of drawing a happy heart, I wanted to put on paper what sad events happened in my life and how my damaged heart might look like at this point in my life. My heart was bigger on one side than the other and it wasn’t perfect in shape. Fat and skinny black lines made up the outer wall of my heart. My heart had a jagged gap from the top left corner of my heart almost to the bottom of the other side from the death of my dad. About half of the gap had grey duct tape holding it together. A small section at the bottom of the gap had healed and was a light pink. In the left hand corner there was a light, brownish mark with red dots poking through that was left from when my mom had breast cancer. My mom’s cancer was caught early and she is fine, but it still left a stain on my heart. The pink dots show that the stain is fading and parts of my heart are poking thru. Part of my heart is gone on the bottom right side from when my first love broke up with me. There’s a band aid in another area from all of the times I was bullied. There’s five or six areas on my heart that are black x’s that look like stitches for all of the times I was hurt and didn’t fully recover.

I was thinking about a serious theme for the calendar. The menopause calendars I have seen in the past were humorous. I don’t want to create a humorous calendar. I want it to be a thought provoking calendar that has a different theme every month. I think one of the main themes of menopause is that makes us look at the places in our lives that are not working and that need healing. We need to remember the events that happened in our lives that we may have forgotten about and heal these areas because we probably still carry around the pain. I wanted to draw my heart to see what areas came up for me that need to be healed/dealt with. The two areas were: being bullied as a kid and the death of my dad. I have dealt with being bullied a little bit. A couple of years ago my neice was being bullied and I cried as I shared my story with her. I know I just hit the tip of the iceburg and there are still issues that I need to deal with. I know I have self esteem issues that stem from being bullied that hinder certain areas of my life. And my dad’s death. That’s something I will deal with every day for the rest of my life. It’s not a bad thing. It just is. It doesn’t get easier. I still cry. I think I am used to my dad being gone. Will I ever heal completely? I doubt it.

I know to some people visualizing emotions/things coming out of my body may seem odd. It was at first to me, too. I do it because I believe my body knows when it needs to let something go and this is the only way I know how to let it go. I want/have to keep moving forward and growing and in order to do this I need to let those feelings go. I believe that we hold our past in both in material things outside of our bodies and emotionally on the inside of our bodies. We store past memories, good and bad, in certain areas of our bodies. Just as we need to purge our homes of things we no longer have room for or no longer need or want, we need to do the same for our emotional selves. We need to release those old hurts and negative feelings so that we can move forward. I think the more healed we are the more good things, people and experiences we are able to let in.

One of my goals for 2018 is to work on my self-esteem issues and let all of that old crap out of my body so I’m not dragging it out around anymore.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Let.

I think this should be one of my mantras for 2018 because a girl can’t be on fire if she’s dragging all of that stuff from the past around can she?

I Love Sending Christmas Cards

I don’t know why, but I love to sending Christmas cards. Some people call me crazy. Some people think I am too in depth. Some people think I spend too much time and or money. I don’t care. I love to do it!

I am very picky about the Christmas cards I send. I don’t send cheap cards. The cards I send have to have a nice picture on the front and a meaningful saying on the inside. The cards I send hold a special meaning to me and I hope they mean something special to the receiver. I am sending a part of myself and what I believe and what I hold deep in my heart. I want them to be special.

I usually buy special pens to write on the inside with. Sometimes I buy silver and gold pens and sometimes I buy red and green pens. They can’t be any pen. They have to feel nice in my hand and they have to write nice. This year I didn’t like the silver and gold pens I bought so I used red and green pens I had at home instead. I usually write the name of the person(s) in red, then I write Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in green and then I write love, steve and chrissy in red or vice versa. Sometimes I do write special messages inside, but usually I don’t.

I usually address the front of the card with regular black or blue ink, but in the middle of the back of the envelope I stamp a saying or picture. This year I stamped a snowman holding up its arms and above his arms is a heart. To me it looks like the snowman is giving the heart to the person who opens the envelope.

I love sending cards because I think it sets a good tone to the start of the Christmas season. To me sending cards is sending love. I’m letting the person know I am thinking of them this holiday season and that I love them.

I wrote out 29 cards today and I am not finished. I send special cards to my mom, sister and her family and my brother and my other brother and his girlfriend. I always give the mail man a card with $20 dollars in it. I’m sending out more cards this year than I normally would because I think with all of tragedies that happened this year the world needs more love, more happy moments, more smiles, more giving and more caring.

Today I’m sending you, my beloved readers, virtual hugs, love and warm holidays wishes for a very happy holiday season. Thanks so much for reading my blog, your comments, for sharing your stories with me and for helping me grow and become a better person and writer. Your support means more than you know.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Love, Chrissy