I apologise for my tardy posting of today’s winner of my fantastic book Laughing in the Midst of Marriage. Of course you have the privilege of hearing some entertaining stories before I announce the winner.
On the way home from California yesterday, the highway was closed for several hours due to an accident and the 100 mile detour was not very tempting. So we after getting off the cruise ship at 9:00 am, we arrived home at 10:00 pm. It’s only supposed to take 6 hours. Bhhaaaaa! Anyway, glad to be home and that’s why I didn’t post yesterday.
Today’s plans were to put up the real live Christmas tree in the family room for all of the precious handmade adornments that my children have crafted with their talented little hands over the past 16 years. Well, to make a long and agonizing story very short, we HAVE put up the $5 real live tree…. several times now. (It pays to wait until Dec. 19th!!!! It’s a nice tree!) Currently, however, it is leaning at a 40 degree angle and is propped up between the wall and the entertainment center. We have also picked up all the ornaments several times, shop-vacced the water out of the carpet and thrown away several glass ornaments that didn’t take well to being smashed to smithereens when connecting rapidly and repeatedly with the floor. This is so FUN! I can’t wait to do it again and again until we get it right. I’m ready to hammer an ugly nail into the wall and tie the tree up with a bright orange bungee cord.
So, there was a slight delay in getting the names cut and folded for secrecy for the drawing of the winning name. We also needed eggs, milk, bread, bananas and cheese….. but I digress. Child #2 hand wrote all the names. Child #1 verified that he did indeed copy all of them correctly. I folded them all to improve the random choice. And child #3 chose the winning name. I bet you’re wondering who it was, aren’t you???
First one last bit of unimportant trivia from my day…. in the midst of the $5 Christmas tree fiasco (which is still not concluded) Besides the Christmas tree I also purchased petunias, lobelia, pansies and alyssum for my naked flower pots. Keeve and I yanked out all the summer vinca and he asked if he could transplant his peas to bigger pots or a plot on the ground. “Yes, of course, my little gardener.” We readied a huge cement pot with new dirt and moved some empty pots of his that didn’t sprout. Keeve sadly said, “A seed is not a promise!” as he moved the dirt filled pots. I previously read the story A Seed is a Promise to him. So cute! (and depressing when seeds don’t grow!) Well, the peas were planted in peat moss pots and the pea’s roots grew through the pots and down into the soil of my raised flower bed. BIG roots. Deep roots. So instead of transplanting, he just filled in the area with dirt and the peas will stay where they have put down roots. (I told you it was unimportant!) And the winner is Valeera, aka Gram. Congratulations. Please send me your address via email and I’ll send out the book.
Please come back for more scintillating Christmas tree stories and heart-filled holiday trivia from our home to yours with love.
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