Janus

January is named after the Roman god Janus….god of beginnings and passages. January is the doorway to the year.

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Heard January is the most depressing month of the year. A sad cocktail of bills, cold, darkness and guilt over resolutions.

I’m lucky. January has been good to me so far.

I’m going to share some media with you from my new phone. The new phone is the Galaxy Note 3 and it deserves a post of it’s own. It’s the big phone.

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Behold the technology block stuck firmly in my hand.

The Texan calls it a phablet.…I thought he meant ‘fablet’ because it IS a fabulous phone. He set me straight….phone+tablet=phablet. Oh, good to know. I’m smitten with the new phone although it reminds me daily of my technological dunce-i-ness.

Here’s how January is shaping up according to my Note 3:

No need to worry about lack of exercise with the grandson around.

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The grands having fun with the photo props.
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Learning to use the panoramic setting with the Note 3 in my living room.
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Have I told you how much I ADORE selfies?? The Note 3 has a setting called ‘beautyface’. How come it worked on Doxy but not on me? Stupid phone.
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Yep, I got a stye. Every eyelash felt like it had an electrical current running through it. Exquisitely painful and itchy. I know it’s minor, but it annoyed the daylights out of me.

Tried to think of something fun for the little hound’s #8 birthday. Was inspired by a music video I saw in spin class. Does it look like the wiener is enjoying the green icing?

If you click this link, you will understand the depths of my insanity. Use caution.

That’s 58 seconds of your life you’ll NEVER get back.

Don’t get depressed. The Super Bowl and Valentine’s day are coming soon.

Hope every good door opens to you.

Stink-eye love to all.

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I could call this post the end, but that perspective seems glass-half-full, doesn’t it?

Wanted to write this missive to my chicken-wingers today. We can cackle about the happenings around the coop in 2013.

Can’t blame you if you complain of vertigo while reading this blog. For the life of me, I can’t discover my bloggy niche. You’ve read about my bad clothes (and my obsessive-compulsive photography of all my ‘outfits’), you kept me on-key as I sang in Candide and waxed rhapsodic about Bernstein, you witnessed bears taking a bath in a stock tank at the ranch, you appropriately ohhhed and ahhhed over the new grand baby girl, and you’ve lent a non-judgmental ear as I’ve blogged about alcoholism and drug addiction.

My favorite post of the year? Really? Thanks for asking! I suppose my favorite post….because I love to laugh, would have to be…….

CRAP SHOOT!

Christmas 2013 was a blessed affair for my family, although we can have a zany, non-traditional approach to the holiday.

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Thought this was the most festive and colorful sweater for big Sprout #1…..until I realized the activity of the deer. Fun times.
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Does it surprise you that Sprout #1 would give this Christmas sweater as a gift to his BIL? It shouldn’t.
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Fun with photo props Sprout #2 gave me. Me and the girls.
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Sprout #2 with the hubby
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The Texan and moi. Looking good!

After Christmas, we kept this rug-rat for a couple of days.

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A tough job, but SOMEBODY’S gotta do it.

Does the end of the year have you looking like this?

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Sleeping on your feet.

This final day of the year has me preparing to attend a funeral. Even though this year has been good to our family, I don’t have to look far to see those dealing with illness, death, financial difficulties, depression…..you name it. The holidays can magnify our trials. I’m grateful for our blessings, but I mourn with those who mourn.

On this last day of 2013, I leave you with this:  the Creator of the Universe passionately adores you. He thinks you are grand, and He pats himself on the back every time He thinks of you. You can’t do a thing to undo this fact. He wants you to know Him and He wants to walk with you through 2014.

I’m grabbing that outstretched hand.

I’m lifting my champagne and toasting you. ****throwing the glass in the fireplace****

Bubbly love to all.