The Secret of Life is Enjoying the Passage of Time...

....a quote by James Taylor. I love that quote and that is exactly what I have been trying to do lately. It has been 2 weeks since I have posted and I guess I have been enjoying the passage of time. Uh, maybe "enjoying it" is a stretch...but it hasn't been a bad year so far. I am taking the resolution thing slowly....getting into the mood...getting ready to start resoluting. However, as you know I am a full blown carbohydrate/sugar addict. If there was a rehab for people with my addiction, I am sure I am ready to be intervened with. I am not going to blame my childhood (it was lovely, although I do remember a lot of cinnamon toast...my first hit). I think I may have been bitten by the sweet little candy fairy who hung around here during the holidays. And there must have been a chip fairy although I never saw it.








The Christmas got packed away and I thought I would pay a little tribute to the New Year before Cupid heads to town.
That one little Santa is still out because he stays out. He is from Chuck's childhood and he has priveleges that the other Santas don't have. And the green and white plate is from my Grandma Willie....my Daddy's mother. We ate off of these plates when we went to see her. Cinnamon toast ....or heavily buttered bread toasted under the broiler in the oven....so much butter it was not crunchy toast, but soggy toast (see I have few memories of my childhood, but I can recall the bread in detail...does that scream addict?)

Oh, and if you read this post regularly and you saw Chuck hardy, har, har laugh when he was opening his present from Cameron....here is where that ended up!

Oh, no HE DID'N....



Oh, yes, he did.

I also want to share the book that Cameron made for me for Christmas. Well, it's just a picture of the outside but let me see if I can explain it. It's called altered art. She took an old book and "scrapbooked" some of the interior pages and the outside cover. It is really neat and it is so special because she made it. It is full of great quotes, like the James Taylor one. And full of lots of pictures of our family with captions found in magazines and such. When I opened this gift, there was a message telling me to look for it on the bookshelf. It was stuck amidst all the books, so it took me awhile. Now I have it sitting facing forward .....because I am also a black & white check freak/addict. Cameron has always liked making us surprises for gifts....last year she crocheted me some houseshoes.



I want to share a quote from the book Cameron made. I am getting addicted to quotes. Don't addictions run in 3's? Anyway....

This is a quote from "On Children," The Prophet Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children...
They come through you but not from you,
And although they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

Now, I know it's a little deep. But anyone who has gone through the teenage years may find solace in there somewhere. When they are pulling away and becoming someone different than the child who would lay on you and kiss on you and hold your hand in the mall....remember they really belong to tomorrow. And really didn't we?

On a lighter note......another quote from a sweet soul...Winnie the Pooh.



I am heading to Scottsdale on Thursday evening to help Jordan pack up and move back.
She really, really wants to stay out there...but at this time, no job opportunities. We are going to do a little sight seeing on Friday (Chuck probably thinks I am going to a museum, but sight seeing to Jordan and me is Old Town Scottsdale....full of cute shops), then packing up her stuff and cleaning her apartment on Saturday and driving back on Monday and Tuesday. I should have lots to blog about after our trip.