good-bye twenty fourteen

two thousand fourteen, twenty fourteen, this past year…whatever you want to call yourself, i didn't hate you. not at all. in fact, i'm pretty sure i loved you. i say this gently because i'm sure you came to me guarded and not really sure what to think. after all, i kicked dirt on and then spit all over two thousand thirteen and when i was finished, i prayed that you'd be better and you were. so thank you.

to say you kept us busy this year is an understatement. we sold our house in march, moved forty five minutes away into a lovely historic home for the summer, built a condo and then moved in there just four months later. prior to our first move in may, we purged. at the time i felt like we were purging with plans to be part of the tiny house nation and only had two hundred square feet to keep our belongings in, as everything i thought we loved, cherished and couldn't live without was leaving us, but in the end, we still have more square footage than we can fill {two people don't need very much space} and we don't miss anything that we sold or got rid of.

building was quite an undertaking to say the least. having built before, we thought we were semi-professionals at construction and all the choices and frustrations that go along with it, but no. sadly, we are not professionals, it did not go smoothly, things did not happen on time, huge mistakes were made, and everyone associated with our new condo joined us in calling it the black cloud. those days are now behind us, thankfully and finally, it's starting to feel like home.

so do we ever want to build again? of course we do. we love it! call us crazy. go ahead. 

this year, we also celebrated a lot. first, i turned fifty in august. fifty years old. wow, how did that happen so quickly? {especially since i feel thirty} then we raised our glasses to one full year of retirement…oh my gosh, it's so good. you should try it if you can. {she said laughing} get it? retirement? and you only have tonight left and then you're done...you know retired…like ummm kaput  or like finished…..sorry….anyhow, i adore my hubby and for both of us, retirement has been like a honeymoon. we've gotten to really know each other again and we walk around feeling like newlyweds. i'm not sure if newlyweds could have built the black cloud condo above and stayed married, so it's probably a good thing we've known each other forever or that project could have ended in disaster. anyhow, speaking of newlyweds, the celebration we had just a few days ago was for our thirtieth wedding anniversary.  thirty years of marriage!!! holy cow, where did thirty years go to? all i know is that when you're married to your best friend, no matter what happens, it works. 

as i end this little tribute to twenty fourteen, i also say good-bye tonight to my word emerge. i had big plans for that little word and i'm not really sure i used it to the best of its ability, but i do know this. a wish i made a few times over the past two years, finally came true and there were countless happy moments, many happy tears and so many celebrations this past year that i think it's fair to say, "this year, i emerged victoriously."

{tomorrow...i'll share my new word for twenty fifteen}

be safe tonight and may your new year be filled with more blessings than you know what to do with…...



i guess to be honest, i'm always hopeful this time of year. hopeful that i'll actually enjoy it. believe me, being with family is pure enjoyment, but all of the rest…sorry, but yuck.

a man just about hit me today. after loading my car with groceries, i realized that i wasn't parked in an aisle with a cart return, so as i was heading back to the storefront to put my cart away, a man obviously in a hurry, ran through a stop sign…A STOP SIGN IN A PARKING LOT…and almost hit me. at the top of my lungs i screamed, "THERE'S A STOP SIGN RIGHT THERE." he slammed on his brakes immediately realizing now what he had just done. what had just happened. what could have happened.

today was the icing on the cake. the cake, that had only contained materialism and rudeness just a few moments earlier but now contains sloppy hurriedness,  that i just don't want to be a part of anymore.

so now i take a break. a hiatus of sorts. 

i'm anxious to see what the new year brings, how it makes me feel and what inspires me. hopefully it's still my blog and the sharing of my photography and writing. or maybe it will be something else. something new. something different. i don't really know to be honest.

anyhow, all i know for sure, is that i need a breather. 

so, favorite people of mine...i hope your christmas brings to you anything and everything you desire. but mostly, i hope you feel loved. without that, nothing else matters at all.

until sometime in the new year…..


i think i can see you

a tall dark and handsome fog, holding hands with a somewhat mystery date, better known by her stage name as misty drizzle have moved in. i'm not hearing any complaints though, as they are warm and at this time of year here in wisconsin, warmth is beyond a beautiful gift.

yesterday we did what everyone does this time of year. we shopped. well kind of. gasp...and on a saturday no less. i think we must have accidentally taken crazy pills instead of vitamins, as shopping and saturdays never go together in our book, but you know what? we survived and actually enjoyed ourselves...and, my christmas shopping is officially done. now if you're wondering if we went to the mall. oh hell no. now that would have been just pure craziness…but target did reach out and grab us as we were heading home and since we found a close parking place, we decided it was meant to be. besides, i really needed a padded envelope and lightbulbs. 

wondering…are you a good morning america person or a today show person?



i had to write something today, just because of the date. 
powerful don't you think?
as this year, unraveled as it is by now, gets closer to being wrapped up,
i hope that if it's been a bad year, next year is significantly better and if it's been a great year
that that greatness continues into two thousand fifteen.


don't lose you

where is everyone? 

the blogging world seems quiet and lonely lately and i have no room to point a finger. guilty as charged. i think this time of year especially, people get inwardly quiet as the days get fuller and louder and demand more of us and that's okay. we all do what we can in ways that work best for us and if there's anytime to be a bit selfish, i think it's now. this is the season to give and give and give and i think giving to yourself first is a priority. otherwise there's a tendency to drown in disappointment, stress or simple busyness. so don't lose you while you work so hard to make the holidays everything for everyone else. permission granted. you're welcome.

in other news…
~please tell me you're watching the voice. 
~i could live on almond bark and pretzels right now. {the best almond bark is at target}
~i'm painting a huge canvas for our family room and no i'm not a painter.
~this time of year, i want to make everything in a crockpot and i mean everything.
~my hubby is now a volunteer at the food pantry with me and i love working with him.
~i'm collecting quotes for an art project next summer.
~we will celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary in 20 days.
~i suck at exercising in the winter.
~i've been living in fleece lined leggings.


yes, i can smell you

it's been awhile since i've talked about anything with a fragrance being what's going to kill me someday, so i thought now was a good time to vent talk about it again. in the spirit of the holiday season, i want to keep this light and entertaining, but in all seriousness, being scent sensitive and allergic to fragrances is real and isn't any different than someone with a food or animal allergy. 

i know you want your house to smell nice, but a scented candle burning in the corner of your kitchen, will send me home. granted, i'll grab one of your freshly baked cookies on my way out, but i won't be able to stay and chat.

if your hubby just doused himself in aftershave and walks by me, i'm practically down for the count,  and god forbid he hugs me since he hasn't seen me in awhile, the scent will stay on me and i won't be able to breathe. again, it will send me home. this time to throw all my clothes in the washing machine and to take another shower.

air fresheners of any kind are like a force field for me. i hit them and i ricochet. seriously, they are enough to cause me to fall backwards and feel like i've been wounded. after i pick myself back up, i will dizzyingly retreat in the opposite direction {a.k.a. home} as quickly as possible.

scented soaps, detergents and lotions…oh my. gag

and taking the title, the blue ribbon, the giant trophy, basically the whole she-bang for what can literally wipe me out, is women's perfume. i can't even begin to tell you how my throat, my nose, my head and my eyes feel with everything i mentioned above, but perfume is the big gun, the giant wallop, the end all be all of what makes me unable to function.

so please, as you celebrate this holiday season AND every other day of the year, think about how what you think smells nice, could be seriously harmful to someone else and go naked….scent naked. please! 

now if there's a part of you who thinks this is impossible to do and that i'm being impossible, ridiculous or unreasonable,  then try dabbing a tiny bit of something you love under your armpits, which is really the only place that's going to smell anyhow and get dressed. you don't have to spray scents all over your clothes once they're on you. i mean really, who wants to walk around smelling like the perfume counter at a department store.

just remember, you wouldn't serve something with nuts to someone with a peanut allergy {and who never leaves their house without an epi-pen} or invite someone over to your charming home with six cats if you know their throat would close up if they walked through your front door, so i'm begging you to think the same way about scents. begging you.

and now, my soap box is going back in the closet.