The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. ~Burton Hillis
I'm not a flake! It’s etched in my Italian genes that commitment and loyalty are golden. However with blogging, my dedication has sagged like Santa’s big bowl full of jelly-belly. Not apologizing, I wanted to state that work, kid-transport and life have pleasantly cluttered my writing path.
Now don’t get all worried and concerned (LOL!), this clutter hasn't blocked my unicycle path. I have still been riding Old Blanche four miles a week, although, after surgery recently I can’t hop on my old friend for another two weeks. Doctor’s orders! He also ordered me to stay off my feet for three days and I loved it! Permission to do nothing? I delightfully ate up that medical order like The Weiner Sisters in the hen house!
Christmas highlights have been abundant. After ten years of faking it with the Christmas tree, we bought a live one at our kid’s pleading. Other than the chaos of stringing on the lights, it has been all fun and fragrant. The pre-lit fake tree is in the other room and it's my “Mom Tree.” Read as: it’s all pretty with coordinating decorations spaced perfectly and hung just where I think they belong (think Gimball's Deaprtment store in Elf). Our live “Kid Tree” is adorned with loads of kid homemade and bought ornaments collected over the last fifteen years. Priceless and precious!
|Meet Priceless and Precious|
|Heading to Gemini Court|
Building Gingerbread houses came early this year. We had Grandma Fish, Aunt Debbie and Uncle Matt here from out-of-state and thought it best to create a village while all hands were on deck. This is always a fun tradition and the sugary smell that lingers all month makes my mouth water. Sa-weet stuff! Please pass the white frosting ... a little more ... more ...
|Gingerbread Village 2012|
|Overboard is Lucas's biggest band fan!|
News Break, Chicken Report: We have eight hens in our brood. That's after my Teckie had to break one's neck (named Timid) because she had a paralyzed leg that left her no feeling on one side. Timid did okay, draggin that leg around the coop like a sandbang. Then the poor-feathered thing pecked a hole in her numb side and gizzards were showing ... but that's a whole other Oprah. Thankfully, Daniel diligently cleans the chicken coop where we are getting 6 eggs a day! He loves those stinky birds and, for all I care, he can take them to Montana.
|Cousins: Best Gift EVER!|
|Crosetti Christmas Party, 1969, Great-Grandpa John Crosetti|
|Crosetti Christmas Party, 1977|
|Crosetti Christmas Party, 1982|
I'm the one wearing a table cloth; far right.
I still stand by my mantra that in life "Balance is Everything." To maintain that fragile place, make peace and gratitude your gift at Christmas and your blessing all year through! Oh, and to keep balance, pull your shoulders back and core straight when riding a unicycle. I'm just say'in...
I thank my God who delivers the gift of love to all!
Happy Birthday to our Hope and Savior, Jesus!