Blame It On The Toes

For some reason I have been dreading to say that these words out my mouth "I am in my late 20's." Technically I guess 26 would be considered late 20's, but I convinced myself for a year that 26 is really MID twenties. So very immature I know, but to me "late 20's" FINALLY meant that I am "officially" a grown up. So strange to call myself a "grown up". I feel far beyond it, but I guess I just have to come to terms with it. I am 27 in my LATE TWENTIES and it is GREAT! I certainly haven't accomplished everything I have wanted to do at this point in my life, but then again when are you EVER going to accomplish everything you want by a certain age? NEVER! It wouldn't be called life if it always went as planned. I have always loved the quote, "If you want to make God laugh , tell him about your plans."   My husband knew that I was having a hard time with this transition this year so he worked really hard to make my day...

Christmas, as seen in my previous post, is a dreaded time for me. However, I found this year it needs to be a time of remembrance and creating new memories for the future. So below is what I am "remembering" & the memories we created this year for 2009. Remembering... 1. Always my dad. He was a great man and I dedicate every Christmas Eve to him. By lighting a candle to remember of the wonderful man he once was. ~John G. Augustine (4.11.1937-12.24.2007) 2. My Mom. It was always rare that I shared Christmas with her because she was always working on Christmas, but she always made my Christmases great as a child! The best story she ever told me when I was a kid was how Santa came into our home. I asked her how did Santa come into our apartment because we didn't have a fire place. She told me through the bath tub. Ha ha. I still think about it and laugh. I can't wait to share that with my children. 3. My husband. He has always has made Christmas special for me in hi...

On Christmas Eve it will be the 2nd year anniversary of my father's passing. Christmas has always been the time of year that I had spent it with my dad and my sisters. It was something I always looked forward to every year. When I was younger my dad and I would drive to Houston to see my sister and niece and nephew. On the way there I would ask my dad what he had gotten me for Christmas and his clues were so useless, but I love them. He would said, "It is bigger than a loaf of bread smaller than a house." Typical dad always trying to get me thinking. He knew how sneaky I was when it came to Christmas gifts. We always had a great time together during this special time of year. I now find myself not looking forward to Christmas as much. Not because of the stress of shopping and the lack of our finances, but sad because I no longer get to share Christmas with my father. Not only not sharing Christmas with my father, but now Christmas is a reminder now to me what has to be th...