I love and hate holidays all at the same time. It's wonderful to spend time with family but holidays should be 3 or 4 days long so there's no hectic rush. It seems in today's world everyone is so busy running here, visiting there, that time is limited or doesn't seem as precious or quality.

Holidays leave me thankful, reminding me of all the positive in my life and appreciating the people I care about. Holidays also can leave a sadness, whether it's missing someone no longer around or just a general melancholy mood that can creep in if you're not careful involving so many "what ifs" that it can get overwhelming.

I realize I am very lucky and thankful to have what I have and to have such wonderful children and family. I wouldn't trade them for anything. My kids have always been my life.

I hope that everyone has a peaceful Thanksgiving.

Yesterday was a crazy day. My daughter called, crying and hurt. Somehow she fell into a mirrored door. She bruised and scratched up her back. Fortunately no glass pierced her skin. Then my son called and hurt his ankle. Turns out he broke it in two different places and will be getting a cast put on it tomorrow. It really upsets me when my kids get hurt. They both are fine, thank goodness.

I have just been hanging around the house today, goofing off online, sent out a few resumes, did some packing and spent time with my mom. Tomorrow I am going to my daughter's. We'll be cooking for Thanksgiving. This year it will be at my sister's.

The holidays will be a little tough. I miss my dad.

I'm feeling blah today. Not terrible blah, just blah. I did a lot of writing and music listening today. Music can sometimes have a negative effect on me. Happens when I'm such a sensitive cry baby.

I spent some time outside today, but it was a bit cool. Took a short walk and sat on the porch for a while and read. Vegetable soup for dinner and a hot bath afterwards.

Now I am just watching HGTV, or at least listening somewhat to it, and well, kind of just sitting here.

I put my toilet tissue on so that it comes off from the bottom. It is just how I roll. I'm cool like that.

Speaking of cool, I am much cooler than the flip side of the pillow. Ask me, I'll tell you.

I am a freak on many levels. Book, olive, neat, salsa, beach and imagination. Kind of like a fill in the blank sentence.

I hate winter and summer. Unless it's Christmas or I have my feet in the sand on the beach. I complain when it's too cold. I moan when it's too hot. I am a very nice complainer and sweet moaner, though.

I am a blue jean baby kind of woman. I enjoy dressing up and my heels, but nothing compares to the fit of a good pair of blue jeans. Well, unless it's a comfy pair of PJ's to lounge around it.

I am simple and yet so complex. I am woman. But I do not roar. I'm fairly quiet for the most part.

I forget to put on deodorant 5 out of 7 days of the week. Fortunately I don't stink. I don't know what's so complicated about remembering, but I just don't. It's weird.

I have started writing a book. It has taken me months to write three chapters. Do you think I'll ever reach the end?

I hate doing windows. I'll do them because I like the clean sparkle and shine, not to mention the clear view, but it's not something I wake up and jump out of bed for.

I do jump out of bed in the morning. I don't linger. Up and at 'em!

I often times walk through stores smiling at people just to see how many smile back. Very few do. Some people look at me like they think I might be a wee bit touched. Makes me smile even brighter.

I have been known to be clumsy. I trip over my own feet, throw full glasses of drinks on the floor, run into things and so forth. I just giggle and continue on.

I am a huge George Jones fan. I have panties just waiting to be tossed at him. Fortunately for him I am a bit shy and haven't had the courage to throw them. And I'm respectful of his wife. I know that once he has had my panties in his hands and even a touch from me, she'd be history. Heck, I try not to even look at him because my eyes would pull him in.

Notice there have been a lot of sentences that start off with "I"? Yeah, I know, it's terrible. This is all about me. If you would want me to write about you, just let me know and I can do that as well.

For now, that's all you get. :)