Do you know what takes about three hours out of your life? One decision. One. That's all. In my case it was the decision to update this blog. Three hours. Three. That's a number you know, 3.
You know why it takes three whole hours? Because I can't learn a lesson from a mistake by doing it once. I have to make that mistake again. And again. And sometimes it takes another one three, okay, four times. I mean, I do eventually figure out the problem. Usually.
But graciousness sake's alive. Three hours. And let us not forget the headache. Literally. There was a doozy coming on after three hours of fixing my self-imposed problems. So it's done. Well, I can't fathom that I would right now, this minute, spend any more time fixing. Because I almost like what I have. Almost. I mean I'll live with it for tonight.
Finally, eight collages (Thank you PicMonkey), three hours, a headache, and a Jason Statham kill-everyone-except-the-girl movie later (Richard is a fan, apparently) and I can take two asprin and say goodnight. Oh wait, go back to yesterday's post and find out how to give your unloved unwanted blocks and WIP's up for adoption--possibly to someone willing to finish them for a deserving charity organization. Now goodnight.
Here's hoping that you and your family had a wonderful Christmas. At the Marcotte home, this Christmas was one of the best. Although two of the grandchildren had a virus the week before, they were recovered enough to visit and spend the night. All others are well and accounted for, and we counted our many, many blessings as we attended mass then sat down for Christmas dinner with our children and grandchildren beside us.
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| Candy and her two pups |
In case there wasn't enough chaos and merriment in our household on Christmas Eve, our Maltese, Candy, decided it would be a good time to birth her puppies. She did very well for a first timer with a house full of guests and has proven herself an excellent little momma!
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| Five days old |
Today the puppies are five days old and already we can see how much they've grown. They whimper loudly for such tiny babies, move around and on top of each other and, apparently, are getting lots of milk because they sure are some round little babies. Pink noses, ears, feet and tummies, they do resemble lab rats but with much cuter faces. Cotton and Candy are awfully proud, but then they did manage to produce a cute little pair of pups!
In the meantime, I managed to work up a terrific migraine and spent three days doing my own whimpering. A Frova tablet combined with lots of sleep (well, sort of sleep) and it finally broke last night, so today I was able to visit my dad for his 82nd birthday! Now there's a proud poppa!
All of my sisters and many of our children and grandchildren were there to celebrate, so we had a grand time. It was wonderful to visit with my sisters, and though they begin leaving tomorrow, there are a few more days of visiting before we all return to work, family and commitments.
In fact, we're have a "gumbo cook-off" here on Friday. I likely won't be blogging on Friday night as a result, but I'll give the results of the gumbo tasting and try to get a few pictures as well. Keep in mind, however, that there will easily be 25 people in and around my house on Friday, so who knows what I may be able to pull off!
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Have a Happy New Year!
Happy Quilting,
Mary
