Isn't it Ironic?

Ok...Your gonna love this. So today I decided to decorate a little. I have some energy back...a little, but my intent was good. So Eric hauls in my 32 gallon containers...and there's 12 of them and sets them in different parts of the house. I decide to decorate my dining room first. On my china cabinet I decorate with a Dickens Village theme. So, I start by removing my Fall stuff and then move on to the containers. I grab an item and it slips out of my hand and lands on my foot, more to the point...my toe. Well, I just have to tell you that it hurt like a son of a #*&%@ and my toe immediately swelled up (warning: kinda gross pic coming up on a non pedicured foot...hey!, I've been preoccupied lately)






So after the crying and cussing ended, I hobbled over to the bathroom to clean it. It's not broken because I can move it and I couldn't yell for Eric because he's on the roof putting up the lights so, I hobble back to the dining room and pick up the item that was left on my hardwood floor. It's in perfect condition, no cracks, brakes and nothing lose...even the floor endured. What landed on my foot you ask....this




That's right...my Dept 56 Victoria Station. Being that my given name is Victoria I thought that was pretty ironic...but no, I guess not ironic enough because after I tended to my food and iced it I went to tell Eric of my misfortune. He immediately tells me to sit down on the porch so he could take a look at it and after realizing it wasn't broken he asked me what piece did you drop. Before we were married and while we were dating, our very first Christmas together he had bought me this piece as a gift, so when I told him he wanted to check it out. We come in the house and I show him. He can't believe it because this piece is big and heavy and he gave it to me. We laughed about my so called "Flintstone feet" and then he goes to put my Victoria Station securely in it's place on the china cabinet when apparently he miscalculated the area and hits the top of it on the under cabinet. The gold piece at the top of the roof comes flying off and now there is a large hairline crack on the back side. You see...THAT'S IRONIC!

The moral of this story....don't let you hubby handle your Christmas stuff and always and I mean always have a glue gun at the ready....Oh yeah...and wear shoes when your decorating....I'm just sayin'

The Spirit of Music...

Sitting in the waiting area of Raquel's orthodontist listening to Christmas music got me to thinking about this type of music and how it relates to me or something from my past. First of all, this happened 3 days before Thanksgiving and believe me I actually thought about leaving the office and waiting outside. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas music... but at Christmas time....hello! It seems they start playing it earlier and earlier each year so with me, by the time Christmas gets here...I'm very over it.

Growing up in the mid 60s and beyond I basically grew up with the classics. ...you know, Nat king Cole, Tony Bennett, Frank Sinatra, Andy Williams and all the rest. Every year my parents would turn on the reel to reel tape player and we would all listen to and sometimes sing along with these famous people. Oh! the memories of some Christmas's pass. Like the time my father was chasing my mom down the hallway with mistletoe. I think of that little incident when I hear Eartha Kit's, "Santa Baby" because that was playing at the time. I can't forget Johnny Mathis, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas"...it was my maternal grandmother's favorite and it was one of the very few times I actually heard her sing.

I have danced with Meredith and my squirrely grandsons to Jingle Bell Rock and danced like a Charlie Brown character with Raquel while listening to her Christmas tunes. As a teenager, I have managed to go Christmas caroling a few times although we never sang John and Yoko's, "Happy Christmas" being that is was that era. I have sang with girl scout troupes, horse riding clubs, old girlfriends at parties and I sing my brains out in the car. All the tunes that I put on my blog are either songs from my past growing up or songs that I either have or want. I love them all but my favorite one is, "Merry Christmas Darling" by the Carpenters. I don't know what gets into me when I hear this song but 99.9% of the time, I start to cry. I also think that the song "Let it snow" is romantic. I especially love the lyrics, "The fire is slowly dying, And, my dear, we're still good-bying"...sounds like a good make out session if you ask me...lol.

So, here's a few of my favs. Turn it up or turn it off, it's all up to you. Whether it's old and traditional and brings back memories or it's new and jazzy or even a novelty song, Christmas music just make things that much better. It brings us together in love, happiness and in spirit...and that's what counts....I'm just sayin'.

In the beginning...

This day 54 years ago I came into this world, in a bathroom, in the hospital, on Thanksgiving day.....Ok, everyone say aaahhhh.




It's my birthday!
It's my birthday!



update...
I just came back from giving myself a b-day gift. I had my face threaded...can I just say.....OOUUCCH! I could of thought of a couple less painful gifts to give myself.

Thankful but....

I know that this time of year everyone is posting about being thankful for this n that and that's how it should be, but speaking for myself I am thankful everyday for what I have or rather what I don't have...examples;

I'm thankful I have a new bedroom room set in the spare room and I'm thankful that my hubby chooses not to sleep with me and sleeps in the spare room while I recuperate.

I am thankful that my squirrely grandsons live 4 miles away from me and I'm thankful that they are way too busy to just drop in anytime.

Thankful for Diet Pepsi and equally thankful for the very small cans.

I'm thankful for Facebook and most importantly, I can get on there without people seeing me.

I am thankful for Vicodin AND very thankful for stool softener.

I am thankful for a 16 year old daughter who hates to cook and thankful for Hamburger Helper.

I am thankful for being so organized it drives my family nuts and thankful I've let that nonsense go.

I am thankful that I can give a sub. the opportunity to work for me and earn some Christmas money while I'm on leave and thankful that the vice principle called and said "hurry up and get better, we need someone to make fun of"...lol

and last but not least...

I am thankful for meeting and connecting to some wonderful blogging friends who just blow my mind with words, art and creativity....and thankful that you haven't deleted me yet!


Wishing everyone a peaceful and healthy Thanksgiving....and can't wait for all the Christmas blogs.

A picture is worth a thousand words...

I'd like to think I'm 30 something, but my kitchen counter says otherwise....



I'm just sayin'

Ying and Yang in the OR...

As I walked holding Eric's hand to my appointment to meet with my surgeon, I anticipated what he would look like and how he would act. I envisioned him to be an average white guy, kinda nerdy and not very communicative only because that's the kinda doctor I've been running into lately. We enter his office and it is very sparse with the traditional hotel looking pictures on the wall and of course that damn TV with the "Health" channel set way back in a corner. After I sign in, my behind barely touches the chair when I am called back..and off we go. We are guided to an exam room and asked a few questions by the nurse and left to silence and shouting nerves. As quickly as she left quickly the doctor comes in. Who is this guy? He's not what I imagined. First of all he is Asian, later I find out he is Japanese. I am sitting on the table and the doctor is sitting right in front of me on a chair with his legs crossed. The first thing I notice is that he is incredibility handsome. Yep, he's a looker and he's probably my husbands age...late 40's. He tells me to give him a minute while he looks over my paper work and I gesture OK because I'm too busy checking out his shoes. They were fine leather almost perfect condition shoes...very expensive. He was dressed to the nines with his grey linen pants and grey and white striped shirt that obliviously was designer ...along with his blue silk tie. He wore Gucci glasses with the best lenses in them. How do I know? I was an Optician and a frame buyer for 20 plus years...that's how I know, plus the frames had the Gucci mark on them. This doctor blew my image away. As we talked he was very patient and I could tell he was a no nonsense guy. He was very precise in his wording and very confident in what he had to do and as we parted ways he told me that I would be just fine and that he would see me later.

Fast forward to hospital minutes before surgery...

They take me from the warmth and comfort of my little hospital room to the room before surgery where it is 100 degrees below zero. It's so cold I'm shivering. One of the nurses orders someone to go get me two blankets and as they unfold the heat on my body I am lulled into a false sense of security. Up until this point I am pretty good. I haven't cried or complained and I was almost looking forward for this whole ordeal to end as it has been going on for a long time.
The nurse asks me if I would like a little something to calm me down..Well, I reply...doesn't everybody? My operation is set for 10 am and it is 9:40ish when this little guy comes strolling in, walks straight towards me with his hand extended and introduces himself. He is the anesthesiologist. He proceeds to ask me "so Victoria, were gonna get rid of your gallbladder today" and without time for me to answer he continues "Yeah, well, there are a lot of body parts we can do without right, uterus,appendix..." and as he continued, in my mind I'm thinking this is the anesthesiologist? He's twelve years old. I hear him laughing as he's setting up my IV, he is talking and caring on with the staff that is in the room, he turns and asks me "so you want something to relax?" my response...sure! Well, we can give you a little sumin' sumin', we got it all...you want the Michael Jackson special?" Ok, I'm thinking, this guy is strange and he's scaring me with the MJ reference. He tells me he'll be right back and walks into another room. I'm lying there thinking this guy is either a gangster wannabe or a mad drug scientist. Right about then my calm, professional, handsome and stable doctor walks in and ask me how I'm doing. I ask him better yet doctor "How YOU doing?" He laughs and tells me he's just fine, pats my hand and says I'll see you in about 5 minutes then walks away. Here come the twelve year old with a syringe and proceeds to put it in my IV. He asks me how ya' feeling Victoria? Across the room from me on the wall there are roughly 5 computers and I tell him the computers are getting blurry..his response, OK, let's get this party started. That's all I remember...next thing I know I'm being wheeled down a hallway to my little cozy room..did I miss the party or was I the party?

So apparently all went well with the doctors on the opposite ends of the specter. And I can't help but wonder how these two got along in the operating room. I can only imagine it now..."Oh come on doc don't be a downer..it's time to par-tay"...loosen up!

I am here...

First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for their prayers and well wishes....it all worked. I'm slower and cold most of the time now and working my way day by day to full recovery....in the meantime, this is my routine....sitting with a pile of blankets, the remote and my teddy bear. Why a teddy bear? He helps me to cough, sneeze and laugh which is an ordeal. That's it...I'm tired and I will visit you all soon and be up to blogging when I can. Love to all!