I know that the change to a new year is just an arbitrary line in the sand, a mark of time passing that really means nothing.

Yet, I am hopeful that 2016 will be better than 2015 was for my family and me. A quick recap of the bad of 2015:

I got a serious infection/abscess in my leg. I ended up with massive surgery that has not healed yet. My lymphedema got markedly worse. A long hospital stay happened.

My Aunt Rosie had a major stroke. She is doing better, but not 100%.

My Aunt Sue died, a couple weeks later, her husband, Uncle Dan, my Daddy’s only brother, died from lung cancer. He never smoked a day in his life.

I think I’m still processing all of that.

Granny went further and further into the Alzheimer’s. She is gone from us. The shell remains, but every bit of who made her my Granny is no longer there. I miss her.

Our landlords lost the house we were living in. We had to move. While, the new house is much better suited for us, it was still a pretty rough transition.

My father-in-law was diagnosed with stage four non small cell lung cancer Thanksgiving week.

I’m dealing with another plunge back into depression and my anxiety issues have worsened. However, I’m still fighting my way through it.

It’s been a rough year, as you can see.

There is good though.

I love our new house. I love loving in town.

Tony and I celebrated 17 years of marriage and 19 years as a couple.

My job is still fantastic.

The niblings have spent more time with us. That makes the move worthwhile as we actually have room for the kids to stay (our old house was 624 square feet. seriously tiny.)

It will be better. It will.  I have hope.

At least at the end of day one.

Christmas up to my ears

Today was one of those days working for the paper. I’ll go a week and have very little to cover. Or a couple weeks with a couple decent stories.

Then, a day like today. You see, I write for a small weekly paper. There aren’t many of us and we actually have a new (fresh out of college, even) editor.

There were half a dozen events for me to cover today. I spent my day running (ha, scootering, go gimpy girl, go) from one location to another.
Breakfast with Santa first thing this morning. Cute little kids getting to spend good quality time with Santa Claus. Much fun, over fairly quickly.

Next was onto the vendor fair. That was well, slow, not many vendors, few people, but some interesting items. I got some good pictures and onward.

Time for the Christmas parade. More adorable kids, vintage cars, a couple floats, and SANTA! It was over quickly, as it isn’t a big thing in town, but enjoyable enough.


Onward I rushed to the local Episcopal church to take pictures of their volunteers on the fifth anniversary of their monthly “feed the community” lunch.

I zipped through there, talked to a few eating, a few volunteers, and then, WinterFest. Kids, again, Santa, again, Actually the Santa from the parade. Activities and food and too much, my goodness, I was getting tired by now.

Several hours of this and I was done.  And, all of this before the sun went down.

No, I’m not through yet. The lighted boat parade on the river. The one that starts at 5, but didn’t actually start until 5:30 PM. I’m still cold from that, to the point that my bones hurt.  It was gorgeous though and worth it.

Finally, grocery shopping as it was shop or go to McDonald’s. I just couldn’t. I had it earlier in the day and no, just no more today.

Groceries, done. Home, cooked dinner (simple soup and grilled cheese as I said above freezing.)

Now, we have Bad Santa streaming and I am getting ready to crash before I start all over tomorrow. As, I will have my tree up before Tony goes back to work on Tuesday morning.

(also, five in a row, bitches. holy shit.)


It’s late, close to midnight. I have had no time today to actually sit here and write.

Too much going on, plus a migraine and an early, busy as hell, day tomorrow.

I need a drink, but instead I’m drinking tea.


It will get better, life will slow down. It has to slow down soon. Or, I’m going to curl into a ball somewhere until I get enough sleep to feel better.

So, I’ll leave you tonight with a few year old picture of Santa at the WinterFest parade.



Jingle Bells

I had the privilege of covering the Colonial Beach Elementary School’s holiday concert tonight. Not only did I get to watch all sorts of local kids look adorable, but got to see three of my niblings be entirely too cute.

It brought me to memories of my little sister in a turtleneck and tights, carrying an old heavy, phone being one of the four calling birds.

Or when I was a member of the local Baptist church’s children’s choirs even though I was Catholic. Wearing white or blue robes and sitting in the too packed church, row upon row of children, sweating underneath our clothes as we waited for our turn.

Then onto high school where I was a member of the W&L choir for several years. I do have to say that we were damn good and our holiday concert was amazing. Our robes were worn for the holiday show and I really loved every second of it.

Watching Jylian, Coren, and Shawn start down this path toward hopefully years of shows made my heart sing right along with them.


It also put me in the holiday spirit a little bit. Just a tiny bit, but enough that there are now decorations on the outside of my house and the start on the inside. 3 weeks and a day to go. Ho Ho Ho.