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That song ... Home... by Phillip Phillips - makes me think of taking a dog home after adopting it.

No Snow

Well no snow, not even a dusting.  It stayed south and east.  At least it should keep the roads clear for Mom and Dad.

It only took Mom coming back into the house two times before they left.  Once because they thought they left the Garmin and the other because she forgot her purse.  Oy.

I just found the money she left me under the keyboard too.  Thanks Mom.

I think I will get a seat cover for the front seat of my truck with the Christmas money I received.  The driver's seat is coming apart.  Not that I blame it, the truck is a 1989 model.

Rob got the present he wanted and he is tickled with it.

Good times this Christmas.  Too bad Mom and Dad were sick though.  Hopefully they make it home ok.  Wasn't to confident with Dad driving but he said he is feeling better than he was the past few days.

Now to get back to crocheting and editing.  Only another 300 + pages to go ...

Christmas

Survived the Apocalypse.

Mom and Dad are both sick now (colds or something).  So Rob and I will probably end up going to family functions without them.

Presents abound and visiting with friends and family is turning out great so far.

Windy Apocalpyse

Getting ready for the Mayan Apocalypse on the 21st.

Nah.  But it will probably be colder and snowier than today.  And it is windy today.  Like gusts up to 50 mph windy.

Dad and I put up the Christmas tree last night and the trains.  Then we all played Monopoly, the game will continue tonight.

Mom is doing her shopping bing at the grocery stores.

Just listening to the winds and the news now.

Hope everyone has a good winter season and happy new year.

Not sure what to say

With the tragedy in Newtown, CT, I don't know what to say.  Obviously condolences to those affected.  But should anything else be said?  Should there be a call for policies to be changed?

I think a more effective thing would be to be more aware of the people around you.  I can't say what the family of the suspect had tried to do, if anything, to get help, but maybe something more should have been done.

It seems like every time something like this happens it is known the person wasn't totally stable.  Makes me wish someone cared enough about them to try and get them help.  Help so that these type of tragedies don't keep happening.

Granted I get angry at times.  Provoked enough to say awful things and threaten.  But when I really examine what I would do... I can't say for certain that I would react that violently.  I like to think not.  At least not anymore.  I guess I am one of the lucky ones.

I think the paperwork for the house in Union is finally sorted out.  Hopefully everything will go smoothly until closing.  Once we get the house and get the water pipes repaired we can see if the well and septic are good.  I hope so.

Funny that I prefer hope to pray.  I don't like to pray for things.  To expect whatever it is that makes this word spin and the universe to exist to listen to the pleading of a single soul.  Especially on something this materialistic.  I prefer hope.  Hope is something you give your own strength to, something your own soul reaches for.  It doesn't require outside intervention, but if something does decide to assist it is welcome.

I know prayer is something that a lot of people find comfort in and I am happy they do.  I just don't want to be asked to beg.  To beg something or someone I know little to nothing about.  I hope for speedy recoveries, I hope for good luck, I hope for that winning lottery ticket.  If I invest just my own feelings into it and not beg for it, it doesn't seem as selfish to me.

So I hope that people find some sort of peace this holiday/winter season, from Newtown, CT to Syria, to the refugee camps around the world, and even a little yellow house in Union.

We have a contract

dream

Well we found another house with 5 acres that we are excited about.  Going to be doing some more research on any possible hitches and putting in a bid.  Mom is freaking out still but she means well.

I am worried about Allie and Jimu.  I want to help, but I don't want to interfere.

Forgot to mention that the dog Allie and Jimu found is now officially theirs.  She is a sweet dog, protective of the family and great with the girls.  I just hope she gets a more discipline because she is acting more and more like their nut mutt Bullet.  I love that they named her Ricochet.

Continuing to work on the first school story.  Luckily Jimu doesn't know much about the characters or the world and so is a wonderful guinea pig.  One issue being that he poked a hole in the main character.  The character I have just because he is human.

So yeah.  I am glad he found it and made me realize what it was but - UGH more work.  But I would rather it be a better story.

mouse

I am very disappointed that may razar naga mouse is dieing already.  I've only had it 3 years maybe and it is near impossible to use it because of how hitchy it is on the X axis.  And now the left click is not wanting to work properly.  I think I am going to give up and get a generic mouse since I am not playing WoW anymore.  I did really like the thumb pad on the razar since it gave me easy access to more buttons.  I am just disappointed the mouse didn't last longer with the price we paid for it.

In other news - it is near impossible to get Mom to stop shopping once she has begun.

I appreciate all her effort but sometimes I would like her to slow down a little.

And I just yelled at Rags and he came running to me.  I guess that works for having him stop what he was doing.  Dog of a cat.