Christmas and the days after....

Well Christmas has come and gone. We have all been on the edge of our seats with excitement because we got my brother the PRS he was wanting for Christmas. If you don't believe how much he wanted one, go to his blog..www.theonenutwonder.blogspot.com. Now it took all any of us had not to spoil the suprise (especially dad). We definitely (at least I think) got him on this one. We waited until all presents at all houses had been opened when I asked him if he got his guitar. He said no and went on to show me what he did get when dad came around the corner with the case. As you can see, it was a suprise.

This Christmas was in a different perspective than the past ones. We were happy to have everyone together, healthy, and just enjoying each others company. Mostly. Phoebe MIGHT have gotten banned from next years christmas, though I don't know why, she is so innocent. Dudley was good as usual, just watching the world go by and enjoying the christmas lights. We have all been through trials this year and to be able to spend the holiday appreciating the true meaning of christmas was all I could ask for. It was wonderful. I also got a smurf hat, true blood blanket, glee karaoke, a claddah necklace and a poop deck sign, so that helped too. Not to mention the previously purchased black friday sewing machine, dyson and shark mop. Yep, I am spoiled but it was no PRS. After approximately 100hours of driving, I made it home. I might exaggerate a little......

Did I get pics of my aunt decorated as a tree? Well she was asleep within 10minutes of arriving and it was just too easy, plus it is a family tradition and Tom and Julie went there yet. After that she was banned to her room because she was "sick." Christmas eve we awoke to snow on the ground and me being the only one with 4 wheel drive was nominated to do the last minute grocery shop. At this point I was a wee bit nervous to leave the dogs with my gma and uncle both of which are not proclaimed animal lovers and also my dogs are BIG momma's dogs. All I could think was "please don't let phoebe have diarrhea (she MIGHT have had a buttsplosion the night before in the basement....shhhh...) " She only peed, hence the banishment, but as I was chauffeuring everyone around we came across a snow plow which excited my aunt to no end. REALLY?? She grew up in the midwest but now resides in Phoenix. But still, REALLY? Anyhoo, everyone made it safe.

I arrive home to find everyone still alive and Tess is good shape considering the trauma of the kennel. Luckily everyone there was patient with her and she was happy to see me again. She probably won't be flying solo at the kennel next year.

Now it has been back at work. Not the best time, yesterday was rough, two euthanasias. I have always proclaimed myself to be an honest person and I am going to continue to try and stand by that. (The PRS was an exception though.) But as I return to my normal (at least for me) lifestyle, I am again plagued by what God has in store for me. I am struggling. To make ends meet, to stay healthy, to be honest, to get insured, to easy my dad's worries, to find something that I love. It eventually circles around to the fact that all of this, this whole years worth of issues, would help if I had someone, a special someone to lean on. I am thankful how my SIL stood by my brother through all the treatment and he for her. My grandparents have been married for 65 years. All of this would be easier with two incomes, joint health insurance, and just support. I fear that many don't understand how hard it is to be single and trying to support yourself. I fear that many just don't understand the stresses of everyday. I have friends, family, dogs, cats, and God of course. I do ask Him everyday to help me through this and I know he will, but sometimes I wish there was a heavenly eight ball to get me through the tough times. So if you are reading this, throw out a little prayer for me to whoever you believe in and if you don't believe in anyone, well then have a drink for me. As I was pondering all day (and crying) about the blog to write tonight, I came home to find a Christmas card to continue to show that there are still people out there rooting for me. Thanks God. You knew I needed it.