Straight No Chaser - 12 Days

Snowplows and Recycling don't mix

I am a good citizen and I recycle. I'm also a tad Housework Challenged. But when the newspapers and bottles threatened to turn the kitchen into a landfill site, I dragged the recycling out to the curb.

Here is the before.

And here is the after, when the snowplow got there before the recycling truck.

I love my life, I love my life....

Christmas Cookie Recipe

Oh, you think you've got the best Christmas cookie recipe? I think not. Off you go, to the little column on the right hand side, the one with the list of friends' blogs.

Go to the bottom and visit the incomparable Vicki Pettersson.

Or just go here:

http://vpettersson.livejournal.com/11691.html

You won't be disappointed.

White Christmas

Oh, come ON.

Feeling deep today

...so I dipped into my inspiration file and found this:

If you want to find joy in your life, you begin by changing how you think.

Your feelings turn into your thoughts,
Your thoughts turn into your words,
Your words turn into your beliefs,
Your beliefs turn into your behavior,
And your behavior turns into action
which produces a result or reality.

Abraham-Hicks

And if that doesn't work for you, try chocolate.

Super Cool

How to eat expensive chocolate truffles

One of the biggest benefits of being married to a dentist (besides free dental care, a lifetime supply of floss, and access to laughing gas, should the need arise) is the abundance of chocolate, which arrives almost daily this time of year.


Ironic, don't you think? Like sending poutine to a cardiac surgeon. (Ummm, poutine. Oh, man, I should have married a cardiologist...)


Not only do his patients come bearing glad tidings and sweet gifts when they come for their December appointments, but most of the specialists he refers to regularly also send nice little packages tied up with string. Or ribbon, like this one.

So of course, being the kind, thoughtful man that he is, he brings a lot of this home to his wife and children, who, after they stand back and admire the lovely packaging, leap on it, and each other, like hyenas on an injured gazelle.


This is what happens to families on a sugar high. This would never have happened if we had eaten salad, or a nice piece of broccoli. (Okay, that's not exactly true. These truffles practically begged to be abused in this manner.)