What would you do if I sang out of tune?

We'd hide, that's what we'd do. Your singing is terrible mom.

Sorry kids, mom had too much coffee this morning.

My Resolutions

New Year's Day: Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.

Mark Twain

I dont make them. Happy New Year Everyone!

A very good girl.

One of my oldest and closet friends had to make a horrible loving choice this morning. She called me this afternoon crying her heart out. She had her old girl Lodi for almost 14 years. Lodi had been fighting bladder cancer, a skin disease and a terrible weakness in her back legs. She slipped on the ice this morning and just couldnt get back up. Her mom picked her and rushed her to the vet and decided to take away Lodi's pain.

Lodi was a huge mutt with the most loving attitude I have ever seen. I met her when she was just a pup. She swiped my candy bar and my Dr.Pepper and we were best buddies ever since. When I would go to Tulsa and stay all night, Lodi would cry at the guest room door to come and sleep with me. She would get all her toys and put them in the bed and she and I would snuggle.

I know Dee Dee's heart is hurting. I am hurting for her. Godspeed on your journey to the bridge Lodi. Stewart and Oscar kitty are waiting to embrace you.

Monday

GET BACK TO WORK HOOMIN!

Worst Blizzard in Oklahoma History.

That's what they say anyway. I doubt it. They don't have records from like oh say 1747. LOl. My little pine is struggling to keep its head up. Thursday was the worst day I have ever seen in OK myself. I didn't work Thursday, I wouldn't have made it. Cars were abandoned along the highway, a 50 car pile up in Midwest City. I had to go in last night. The drive usually takes me 30 minutes but last night it was about an hour and a half. I am not crazy. I went slow slow slow along the emergency snow route rather than the interstate. I don't want to be up on the highway with the big trucks. Sheesh what a mess. I counted 25 cars along the way. Just sitting in the middle of the road where people walked away. For those of you who don't know what I do, I work in a lab. I am a Histotech. I cut human tissue. (no animals, ever) If that sounds interesting, trust me after 16 years, its not. When the weather is bad it is the only time I don't care for my job or living out of the city.

The trio got a new blanket and a blue tent for Christmas. Tango loves her an afghan. I find these gorgeous handmade blankets at the thrift store. It's hard to believe people's hard work end up there for just a few dollars. I can load up on blankets for just a few bucks. Dudley and Mojo were hiding at first. It takes them a while to warm up to something new. Not Tango though, she comes right over and lays her chubby self down. They all got extra treats Christmas morning.

Jake and I are going to see a movie tonight and split a pizza. We are a little stir crazy from being in the house and he wants to spend his Christmas money. The boy waited up for me last night to get home from work. 4 am he was standing by the front door. His trip to the Bahamas was cancelled. Bad weather and his mother's boyfriends family takes everyone to the Bahamas every Christmas. Unfortunately the father has cancer and took a turn for the worse this week. I will be thinking of him. I know what its like to watch someone dying at Christmas. Changes the holiday forever.

I hope all of you are well and warm and you got what you wanted from Santa. We are supposed to get above freezing today, thank goodness. I took lots of food out yesterday for the birds. They were grateful and singing for the seeds and suet cakes. I feed some stray cats at work and was sneaking out the back door last night to give them their food. (I am going to get into a lot of trouble one day, if I get caught. lol). I slipped of course, navigating the ramp and fell right down on my ass. Nice.

Thank you and Happy Holidays to all

I have enjoyed nothing more this year than my fellow bloggers. I find you all to be quite wonderful. Your kind words for me when my Stewart left, your generosity towards animals and charity is stunning and humbling. I love that you are all different. Homemakers, artists, environmentalists, advocates, conservatives, liberals, christian, pagan and a little bit of eastern philosophy too.

I appreciate the differences in people. I always have. There are some who are more comfortable with everyone being the same. I revel in our differences and am tickled with commonality in total strangers. Thank you all for what you have taught me.

My Christmas wish list:

I hope to continually find ways to be a better person.

I hope and pray no more children will be brutalized in the coming year.

I hope no more animals will be brutalized in the coming year.

I hope the passion and anger people feel for politics will be replaced by a passion for making the world a better place.

I hope the people who jump up and down and scream about whats wrong with this country will jump up and down and scream when they see a woman being abused instead.

I pray there will be more patience and compassion for our fellow human beings.

I pray that our troops will never feel unappreciated, unwanted or unloved. I hope and pray they stay safe and return to spend next Christmas with their families. I love you men and women and THANK YOU. (Donnie and Chris, stay safe in Iraq please)

I pray that there will be a lesser need to take in more bunnies at Heartland this coming year. I hope we find some good forever homes for our four-legged kids.

I hope all my blogger friends have an absolutely stunning Christmas and a wonderful New Year filled with delights and dreams come true.

Love Christina,

Mojo

Tango

Dudley

Nemo

Haven

MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!

Cajun Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas:

an' all t'ru de house,

Dey don't a ting pass

Not even a mouse.

De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo',

An' Mama pass de pepper t'ru de crack on de do'.

De Mama in de fireplace done roas' up de ham,

Sit up de gumbo an' make de bake yam.

Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter,

Make soun' like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.

I run like a rabbit to got to de do',

Trip over de dorg an' fall on de flo'.

As I look out de do'in de light o' de moon,

I t'ink, "Mahn, you crazy or got ol' too soon.

"Cux dere on de by-you w'en I stretch ma'neck stiff,

Dere's eight alligator a pullin' de skiff.

An' a little fat drover wit' a long pole-ing stick,

I know r'at away got to be ole St.Nick.

Mo' fas'er an' fas'er de' gator dey came

He whistle an' holler an' call dem by name:

"Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an' Alcee'!

Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an'Renee'!

To de top o' de porch to de top o' de wall,

Make crawl, alligator, an' be sho' you don' fall.

"Like Tante Flo's cat t'ru de treetop he fly,

W'en de big ole houn' dorg come a run hisse's by.

Like dat up de porch dem ole 'gator clim!

Wit' de skiff full o' toy an' St. Nicklus behin'.

Den on top de porch roof it soun' like de hail,

W'en all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail.

Den down de chimney I yell wit' a bam,

An' St.Nicklus fall an' sit on de yam.

"Sacre!" he axclaim,

"Ma pant got a hole I done sot ma'se'f on dem red hot coal."

He got on his foots an' jump like de cat

Out to de flo' where he lan' wit' a SPLAT!

He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot,

An' his clothes is all dirty wit' ashes an' soot.

A sack full o' playt'ing he t'row on his back,

He look like a burglar an' dass fo' a fack.

His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry!

Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry.

His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry,

On secon' t'ought maybe he lap up de sherry.

Wit' snow-white chin whisker an' quiverin' belly,

He shook w'en he laugh like de stromberry jelly!

But a wink in his eye an' a shook o' his head,

Make my confi-dence dat I don't got to be scared.

He don' do no talkin' gone strit to hi work,

Put a playt'ing in sock an' den turn wit' a jerk.

He put bot' his han' dere on top o' his head,

Cas' an eye on de chimney an' den he done said:

Wit' all o' dat fire an' dem burnin' hot flame,

Me I ain' goin' back by de way dat I came.

"So he run out de do' an, he clim' to de roof,

He ain' no fool, him for to make one more goof.

He jump in his skiff an' crack his big whip,

De' gator move down, An don' make one slip.

An' I hear him shout loud as a splashin' he go,

"Merry Christmas to all 'til I saw you some mo'