Tuesday Evening Thoughts....

Wow, Am I really alive? I have been bed bound for the last week or so with Bronchitis, at least that is what the doctor says, I feel like I got run over by a big massive truck but reading through many Facebook pages it seems that I am not alone in my misery.. Too all my friends that are also being held hostage by the cough, congestion, chest heaviness, lack of appetite, weakness and overall crappy feeling - God Speed good health to you...

I hope that everyone had a wonderful Halloween. This was the first year that I did not either dress up and go out or pass out candy. I was in fact laying in bed during the Trick or Treat hours. It was sooo cold though, I bet there were not many kids out there anyway.. Did anyone go out? I did however enjoy watching the Halloween movies over and over again the entire weekend. I swear those movies never get old. Michael Myers scares the bajeebies out of me but I swear I can't turn him off either. I got an email from a friend who dressed as Michael for Halloween this year and scared all the kids Trick or Treating. He said that he had one kid run so fast straight into his family's minivan that was following them that he lost his shoe in the run and never went back for it...lol.. Now that is some fears running through ya... No pun intended.. lol.. :)

I got Kenny's first stocking stuffer today as I ventured out for about 20 minutes. I love putting together his stocking. It is probably my favorite thing to do for Christmas. It is always filled with fun stuff, most of it he will never really use but some cool things are tucked in there also. I do believe that he has just as much fun emptying it out hat I do filling it up. I can remember how excited that I got Christmas morning going through my stocking. My brother and I would always negotiate with my Mom as we were waiting for my Dad to get out of bed and get his coffee before we were allowed to open presents... but we could almost always get her to let us go through our stockings :)

There are not many things that I miss about my last job. I was the Shelter Manager at a animal shelter but right about now I am missing fostering little critters. I always had some kind of little critter held up in my office at the shelter. In fact my office was considered the nursery because something was always pregnant or giving birth in there. I would have to come into work an hour early everyday to clean my office from the tyrant of critters from the night before but there was nothing like having kittens laying all over you and your desk while trying to work the day away. It always reminded me why I was there... I miss the kitties :)

Well, I have used up all my energy typing this out so I guess I will be off to bed.. I hope everyone has a wonderful evening and here's hoping all your election results turn out the way you hope!

Peace,

Christina

It's beginning to look alot like Christmas.....

Everywhere you go.......

I can't believe that it is that time of year again .. I know that it is because all the stores have their Christmas stuff up... That is not too surprising to me but I find it funny that in the dollar store by me, there is half an aisle for Halloween stuff and then you go over one aisle and it is like a big ol' Winter Wonderland with 3 full aisles of Christmas stuff.. lol.. Can we please get through one holiday at a time? Ugh.......

Speaking of Halloween, I am sad to report that this will be the first year that my son will not be trick or treating... Apparently he has out grown it and will be passing out candy at his girlfriends (wife's) house instead. Ummm, people of my age - Do you remember how old you were when you stopped trick or treating? Why so I remember doing it well into my late teens? Was I a freak? :) Me and my friends had lots of fun doing it... It is some of the best memories.

Back to Christmas, has anyone started their shopping yet? Every year I have at least one handmade gift for everyone and I have started those but shopping? I can't even imagine going into stores right now and thinking about Christmas gifts... I know of one person that is already finished with their shopping... REALLY? That is just crazy I say... Crazy!!!

I do have to admit though when I am walking through a Christmas display in a store I fall into my "I am still a kid" mode and have to play with everything. I do love Christmas, it is one of my most favorite times of the year... Baking cookies, lighting candles, the TV specials, the music in the stores (except for I want a Hippopotamus) for Christmas, I HATE that song), and just the general mood of everyone. :)

Well now I am in the mood for some Christmas music... I am going to go scrapbook and listen to some... I hope everyone has a wonderful night!
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Peace,
Christina

Tuesday Night Thoughts...........

Glee was awesome as always, there is just something about that show that I love, even though it is corny and dumb at times and I think that I may have a big ol' crush on Fin when he was walking down the hallway during his song...

I started a Scrapbooking blog and soon to be up Facebook Page... It helps pass the time for me.. If you are into scrapbooking, card making or crafty things, stay tuned.. should be a fun little blog and page :)

I decided that I needed a change in my world so I cut 5 inches off my hair.. Yeah I know, not really a "change" in one's world but when you spent as much time trying to grow it as I have then trust me, it is quite a change. It is not a change that I am adjusting too very well either but hell it's just hair right?... Sureeeeeee.....

Cavs preseason started right? Oh that's right... Our first real season as the Cleveland Cavaliers and not "King" James's Court... Thank God for that.. I was one of the few not sad to see him go, I just felt that he was more a pain in the butt then he was worth.. Yeah Yeah he won us games but please, I see no NBA title... He is no king.... Lebron did, has and will ALWAYS play for the name on the back of his jersey and not the front...

My son went to his first Homecoming this past Saturday. It was a happy and sad moment as Mom. Yes, I had tears when I saw him come down the stairs, as most Moms would... He had a blast and I loved hearing all the stories when he came home... I remember my first Homecoming... There are a few people here that can remember with me cause they were there.. Good Times.. I can't believe that life has come full circle that my son now has those memories...

That's really all I got ... I hope everyone has a wonderful week and please people... Stay Warm... :)

Peace,
Christina

Your own time machine....

Has this ever happened to you? You are driving along and flipping through the radio channels and a certain song comes on that stops you right in your tracks.... All of a sudden you are transported back to a certain time in your life and all at once you can remember what you are wearing, where you are, who your boyfriend was and how you were feeling at that moment. This is an amazing thing to me. I mean it is only a song but the memories that linger around it never fade.

This has happened to me twice lately. The first was quite comical and I shared it with the person that it involved although the second time it goes much deeper. For this time, it was not just one certain incident or experience that I remember but what seems like a period of a lifetime. It is funny how a song or a few songs by one band can be associated with a period of your life, but this is exactly what it does.

It brings me back to the good times, the bad times, the happy times and the sad times. It is a wonderful experience and I have spent the good part of the day back in that part of my life. I have relived all the fun moments and even the sad moments and realized that those moments make me who I am today. It makes me remember who I was at that time and how I have grown. How things have changed and yet how some things have stayed the same. It makes me remember certain things that I have forgotten about and brings back some that I wish that I had forgotten about.

How can a song do this? The artist has no idea what they do when they write these lyrics. Sometimes it doesn't even matter what the words are, it could be the dumbest song ever but if it is being played during a life changing moment in time you will always remember it, you will always associate it, you will always be "haunted" by it. I wonder in twenty years what song will make me relived a part of my life that I am going through now?

Enjoy your experiences through music!

Peace,
Christina

Stop Hammertime...

I saw this picture and it made me giggle instantly as I pictured MC Hammer in his big ole shimmery pants doing his little "Hammer Shuffle". What is it about the music from the 80's and early 90's that just puts me in a great mood?

I think because the 80's were such a trademark time. They were something special that can never be repeated. It was when I grew up, when I found out who I am and who I wanted to be. It was the period in time when I had to find out the hard way of many things and made me realize that real life was going to happen no matter what.

The 80's were not just about all that though, they were fun, they were daring, they were... well the 80's. They were Izod shirts with the collar up, when we were gagged with a spoon, when we all wanted to be on Star Search, when every girl owned a banana clip, when we all knew how to breakdance and we all wanted to go where everyone knew our name. :)

My son, who is going to be 16, always gives me odd looks or little smirks when I talk about the 80's. He just doesn't understand nor will he ever. I keep trying to tell him that one day he will be telling his kids about this time in his life and they will look at him the same way and everytime I do, he shows me the same look that I gave to my parents when they told me that... I guess everything in life comes around full circle eventually.

Peace,

Christina

As I venture into the new world..

For as long as I can remember I have kept a journal, a diary some say. I would spend hours just writing my thoughts and experiences down into these journals. They started off being cute little things, all pink with flowers and a little lock that couldn't keep a bug out. They progressed through the years into solid colors with some writing on the front, sometimes the writings came with it and sometimes it was my own writing of the current boy I planned to marry when I grew up weather it be the boy in my school or the most current movie star of that time. Regardless, my journals always represented me at that current time of my life.

Here I am taking that next step and out the door, or at least tucked away under my bed, are the hand writings of my deepest thoughts and desires along with all my secrets. I have graduated into blogging. Now my thoughts and experiences can be shared with the world, or at least anyone who takes the time to read them. So pretty much just me again. If you are one of the people who find they have the free time to read this then congrats for opening your mind to my thoughts and opinions. Enjoy, then after your done why don't you go ahead and get yourself a hobby.:)

My first experience that I wanted to write down and never forget? I remember it so clearly, back when I actually believed that Santa crept down our fake chimney and eat the cookies that were left by my brother and me, I can remember that year so well because my brother and I were very sick that Christmas Eve and we all had to skip our yearly tradition of going to my Grandparents house. It was amazing to me that my parents and my brother and I happened to all be sitting on the couch looking at the Christmas Tree just as we heard 'reindeer" hoofs hitting the roof and before I knew it, "Santa" came through the back door to surprise us with a visit and a few gifts to make us feel better. It was one of my most treasured Christmas memories and I knew I never wanted to forget it and as luck would have it, Santa gave me a diary that Christmas, not because I asked for one but because he is Santa and he knows what is in every little childs heart. That was when I decided to start my diary.

I came to the decision to start my diary based on that experience, I decied to start this blog, one because I am sick of hand writing everything but mostly because I held in my hands this morning that very first diary. Started January 1, 1984. Pink Vinyl with little hearts all over it. A wrap around little lock that came with a key that I never lost, after 26 years, I never lost that key. The lock of course could be opened when you add just a bit more power then opening a door knob but that didn't matter to me, as long as I held that key, I was convinced that no one could get into that diary. It holds my thoughts of my childhood, the good, the bad, the thoughts that I would never tell anyone else. People always say that they wish they could go back to their childhood, well, I can go back. I can go back to specific days and bypass the ones that I want. I can recall certain feelings, smells and images just by reading what I wrote some 25 years ago. It is an amazing trip that I like to take sometimes. A trip back to riding my bike from morning till night, a trip back to chasing the ice cream truck or re-living a favorite birthday party, or a fight with my bestest friend. A trip back to my first kiss or graduation from elementary school.

As I grew older and matured, my diaries turned into journals and they lost the hearts and locks that held my secrets in place. They never lost the heart and soul that I put into each entry. They never lost the emotion that I felt with very written word and they never lost the excitement that I felt and still do to record my thoughts and experiences down on paper. So now I guess when I am done I can't hold my journal on my chest and wrap my arms around it and laugh or cry, depending on the entry of that day but I can share it here, with you and maybe just maybe, you or someone you love will start a diary or journal of their very own.

Peace,
Christina