Last Day of 2008

No work today , it is way too blizzardy out there. I haven't even seen a plow go by yet. I think it will snow straignt throught the night. I should be cleaning or doing something productive right now but I am already in "January mood" that is what I call the kind of depressed mood I get in every year about this time. I know it is coming but I am never able to avoid it. It has a lot to do with the after Christmas let down and the fact that my birthday is in January, another year older, I hate to even think about it and yet I want a pretty birthday cake, something pink.

I am noticing in this picture of Justin and me how much we look alike, he is actually taller than he looks because he is crouching down. I am also noticing all the clutter on top of the fridge.I will need to attack it later.

Jubilee Roll

At the end of a hectic and stressful week I was doing a mad rush in the grocery store. I had forgotten my list, no surprise, I don't know why I even write one out as I inevitably misplace it. Anyway, without the list I was doing what could be called the grocery store ballet, a lot of pirouetting and running up and down aisles as I remember what I needed was seven rows back, except lacking a ballerina's grace and beauty it was more of a grocery store slam dance. Ramming my cart into "end cap" displays of Little Debbie snacks and bumping into other shoppers(smile and say sorry).

Well, there I was rapidly whirling in the frozen food section when I noticed it: the Friendly's Jubilee Roll. I stopped whirling, stared and stood as frozen as the frozen food and then much to my embarrassment started to cry , I hid it of course by getting very interested in the junk in my cavernous purse. The sight of the box suddenly made me miss my Dad. When I was a kid he would bring a Jubilee Roll home usually before Christmas and it was a treat that I looked forward to so much. I suppose it was not the memory of guilt-free eating of ice cream or the taste of the roll itself that got to me. (I don't even remember if it was very good).It was the memory of my dad and a time when I didn't feel life's pressures like I do now ; like I was feeling that day in the store. It reminded me that it really is the little things in life that touch us the most. It might be a stranger complementing your outfit or your husband pouring you coffee or your dad bringing home an ice cream treat.