My tweezer may go bad.

I spend far too many minutes everyday in front of my magnified mirror tweezing those suckahs.

It's just not right.

It's just not fair.

It comes with age, genetics and that pesky thyroid disease that annoys my life.

I finally made the plunge and bought laser hair removal treatments - thanks to Groupon.

$199 will get me six sessions (chump change when you have the ol' plastic magical money).

The logic is that this will save my sanity and maybe a bit o' self esteem.

The hair on my chinny-chin-chin will be history in less than a year.

This is a life changing event.

This could be my birthday gift to myself...

Wait, that's what this was:

I will mention that I forgot to have the halo added...

Countdown to 40... continued

In 61 hours I will be 40.

I have 61 hours left of my 30's.

I will be in sunny AZ when I phase my way into my fourth decade.

If I was born at 9:09 in the Central Time Zone, does it mean that I turn 40 at 8:09 in the Mountain Time Zone?

When I was 12 and 20 and even 30 I thought 40 was old.

I hope I never look or feel 40 until I'm 50.

I think I like this...

"make our (your) mind so like still water that beings gather around us that they may see...their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our (your) quiet."

W.B. Yeats

Countdown to 40

In 23 days I will turn 40.

In 22 days I will be flying to AZ.

It's currently 77 degrees there.

It's currently 17 degrees here.

I will spend the last day of my 30s and the first days of 40 is warm weather.

This is good.

The definition of a fool

A fool is someone who is off work starting Friday at noon and comes back on Tuesday only to look at the calender around 10 a.m. and see that they were to be off on that day as well.

Who forgets to take a day off?!?!

Fortunately I had today to take off and all is well.

Feeling VERY bah-humbuggy this year

Things have changed so much since my grandpa passed away in the fall of 2005.  He was the family glue.  Without him there is no gathering for Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas is losing it's appeal.

Forever I have dreamed and anticipated Christmas Eve with my mom's side of the family (Day is reserved for my dad).  I have forever been solid in my traditions - where we go, what we eat, etc.  It's what makes Christmas.

Today I visited the cemetery, brushed off the dusting of freshly fallen snow and shed a few tears because I miss my grandma and grandpa so much.  I miss who he was and what he represented.  Is it weird I took a picture?

This year I will "host" Christmas eve and there will be a total of four of us.  Yes, it's about love and getting together with family and friends but something is missing.

I didn't decorate at all.  But I was busy making a scarf for a friend.  Turns out I was so terribly, terribly sick the night we were to exchange that I wasn't able to give it to her.

There's major clutter on my coffee table.  Nothing that a box and a closet can't handle.

I have major cleaning to do.  My vacuum cleaner doesn't work.

I have to buy the food I will be serving in 24 hours.

I'll go see a movie first... after I watch an archived episode of Bones.

Christmas will be good.  I just have to get there.

Phewy.

Holly

I recently came across something on etsy.

My heart instantly soared and I felt a little flutter... I may have actually gasped.  HOLLY HOBBIE!

When I was little, perhaps a wee six or seven years old, I went to some gathering with my mom's work.  There was a drawing to win various prizes.

My name was called... What did I win?  I won a Holly Hobbie doll!  Being insanely shy there was no way I was going to go up there to claim it.  My mom's friend went up to get it and when she handed me that doll I remember the feeling that it was all I ever needed in life.

I loved her rosy cheeks.  I loved her calico dress and bonnet.  I loved that her hair was brown like mine and that it was braided... not like mine.  I would look at her and hug her and trace her eyebrows, smile and each freckle with my little finger.  She was beautiful in my eyes.  I loved my Holly Hobbie doll.