Happy New Year

So like now I'm stuck in that awkward position of what do to about the unsent Christmas Cards. It is really much too late now to send anything but a letter with apologies. I have done that in the past. I got thinking about my dilemma and thought of what I should do. Then a bright idea came to my head. Valentine's Day is coming so I am going to pick up cards and send them with an apology and explanation.

I did a really stupid thing. I decided one afternoon two days ago to rearrange and clean out the bed room. My arms, as I keep saying feel like noodles. Not firm ones either, but the really mushy ones. Then the following night I decided to give Hubby a massage. He was a lot tenser than I thought and so the muscles went from mushy noodles to a quivering mass of jello. Today we are back to mushy noodles. Carrying a coffee cup requires more effort than usual. And I want to attack the dining room tomorrow. ..... Maybe I'll rethink that plan until I can lift a cup to my mouth without wincing.

My mom gave me a hint for cleaning glass. I had been complaining that what ever I use leave streaks. She poured about two-thirds of a cup of water into a bowl then added a drop of dish soap and proceeded to clean her french doors using a soft cloth. She dipped an end of the cloth and washed the window then dried it. Does it ever work. My french door and cabinet door of my secretary desk has never looked so good. It took a bit of extra time but the streak free shine was worth it. Plus its now one less cleaner I have to buy. I admit I'm getting cheaper as I get older.

I didn't make any New Years Resolutions. I figure I'm past that and besides, I never stick to them any way. Things like losing weight or giving up caffeine (Yeah tried that once. Man never again) I can't adhere to, I'm not that disciplined or have the will power. I admit it, so this year I just reaffirmed my quest of living a joyful life along side of Artist. She and I are partners in this. Who else is going to keep my insanity in check. Hubby tried once but gave up. He is not very good at therapizing like Artist and I are. He tries but he can't wrap his mind around our thoughts as quickly as we can. Its becoming an art with the two of us.

Even the dogs recognise the signs and settle in for our sessions. The persistence of the Beagle usually results in him laying down after a disgusted sigh at our chatter. One friend was witness to one of our sessions and turned to Hubby asking how he could stand it. Hubby just told him to nod and smile a lot and he'll survive.

On that note, May you all Nod and Smile your way through the New Year. I know I plan to. I think I'll add a laugh or two just to shake things up a little.