Tipsy? Who says I'm tipsy?

Should you decide to quaff a few (or ten), to celebrate the New Year, don't drive. It's quite okay to knock yourself off, but totally uncool to knock off people strange to you.

Snow Sculpture

Look at this elegant snow sculpture, produced during our recent storm. Quite honestly, I would be happy never to see snow up-close and personal again.

But I have to admit, it makes for some gorgeous scenery.

Making a list, Checking it twice

A new year often means a time to start fresh. To do that, we set goals for ourselves. Often the goals are the same ones we set the prior year, and failed to accomplish. The only thing we really do, is rewrite them more neatly, on a fresh piece of paper.

Having long ago accepted this as an exercise in futility, at least for me, I no longer bother. But I read an interesting post on another blog that made sense to me. (See it here)

Instead of setting goals like 'lose weight', 'get in shape', or heaven forbid, 'run a marathon', think about the motivation behind these goals. In this case, 'feel good about myself.' Then choose a few words about how you want to feel, or what you want to be.

My list would look something like this:
Patient
Enthusiastic
Hardy
Whimsical
Amiable

Then make choices in 2011 to achieve them. 

It's an interesting concept to think about. Even if you don't write them down, just forming them in your mind is quite insightful.

But should you decide to simply dust off the old list, I have only this to say. Doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result, is a sign of insanity.

Too Good to Believe

News Headline:Will 2011 be the year reality TV dies? 

Dare one hope?

 

Starry, starry night

Flaming Star Nebula. A wonderful name for a wonderful image.

Though not nearly as interesting as the Running Chicken Nebula.

A strange name for something so beautiful. Do you see the chicken? No, I really don't.

Those whimsical astronomers. What will they think up next.

Yowza!

It's snowing in Carolina. First time in 40 years it snowed on Christmas day, according to the weather-casters. Snowmobiles being thin on the ground here, one of my fun-seeking neighbors hauled out his lawn tractor and zoomed down the street.

I can't blame him. A winter wonderland to be sure.

I just hope he doesn't end up on one of those reality shows. You know, 1,000 Ways to Maim Yourself on a Snowy Day, or some such thing.

Wherever in the World You are Today

To You and Yours, from Me and Mine;

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Phew! Made it.

The shopping is done. The presents are wrapped. The tree is decorated.

Time to kick back with your hot beverage of choice, and a Christmas cookie or ten.

Merry Christmas!

Books! POO!!

A lesson for parents.



I can't blame him. If I was expecting Batman toys for Christmas, and got books instead, I'd say POO! too.

Holiday Greetings from the Farm

Well this is just silly.



But I did giggle.

Fancy Wrappings

Surprise!

On the Fence

Sadly, not my own.

Thankfully, my neighbors are far more whimsical.

Seasons Greetings

From the good old, bad old days.

News Flash! Cheap New Energy Source Discovered!

News Headline: Ukraine to open Chernobyl area to tourists in 2011

Presumably meant for those quirky, thrill seeking tourists who wish to glow in the dark.

Lutherans at Play

Christmas seems to bring out the music in everyone.



For Lutherans, they do seem to know their way around wine and beer bottles.

And thanks to Staff Support and his...uhmm...unusual relatives, who keep me supplied with such interesting stuff.

Pet Glee

I may have discovered the next TV reality show.



Just as long as they keep Simon Cowell away from the judges table.

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times.

Christmas shopping brings out the irritated in me. I have been in stores, both large and small, the last couple of days. Picked out my stuff in one large department store and went looking for the register. Met half a dozen other people, their arms full, also trying to figure out who to pay. We wandered around until we trapped someone at a register, in the perfume department. None of us was buying the perfume she was pushing. A little put out, she took our money anyway.

Alternatively, shopped a different store and found the register just fine. It wasn't hard. I was attracted by the fourteen annoyed people in line. It was the only register, amongst several, that was open.

There's a recession on. People are begging for jobs. And yet, it's hard to pay for stuff in stores. AT CHRISTMAS TIME.

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. And probably fifteen times today alone. (Aren't you glad you're not the Support Staff)

The easiest thing to do in a business should be, taking the money.

Book Trailers? Seriously?

Stumbled on this book trailer. Didn't even know such things existed. I liked it because of its message about great ideas, connectivity, and time.



I gather from this that I have lots of great ideas rolling around inside my head. They just aren't old enough yet. Unfortunately, if they wait much longer, I'll forget them before I can wipe the drool from my chin and grab a pencil.

Beautiful music of the season

Why am I never here?



Seriously, how do I get invited to one of these?

Patient Potter Pets

Couldn't help myself. Too cute.

Bookworm Fun

Even if you don't read 'em, you can have fun with 'em.