Life, Is A Beautiful Thing

Alright, speaking in terms of making every minute count. I have just wasted an hour of my time, creating a private journal to practice in, heading off to FTP world or whatever it's called, adding multiple entries attempting that easy thing called putting a pic in your journal without the corny box around it. For my efforts I received multiple boxes with a cute seperate box in the upper left corner with a sweet little X in it, a defeated mood and a "I don't give a shXX anymore attitude." So for all of you who have accomplished this feat, I graciously bow to your feet, for you are a God like creature whom a mere mortal like me can admire! And if your sitting there reading this thinking 'But it's sooooooooo easy' remember when you first rode a bike, twasn't that damn easy, but when you learned it no problem!

   Ok, got that off my chest.......deep breathing technique's apply here. Find a happy zone, Find a happy zone.
       Yesterday was of course wonderful. Food was fabulous, company was wonderful, I was ready to take a nap by 5 p.m. and pray for stomach mercy. It's always bad manners to unbutton the pants, release some overeating pressure, sit back and relax in the company of others besides your children. I vote for a Thanksgiving Day exemption to this rule. All bets off, anything goes, if you need to release the belly from the confines of one's pants do so! No judgments! Naps should also be mandatory!
     There should also be a rule to the amount of desserts served. There shouldn't be twice as much dessert as dinner. This is an unfair predicament to put any human in! How can we be expected to turn away dessert? This I believe was brought about by women. After cooking all day listening to the sounds of men laughing, watching TV in the other room, women banded together and since murder and corporal punishment is illegal they decided to resort to some form of subtle torture. They figured if these same men sat around all day, then feasted on an enormous meal, then retreated back to the confines of a lazy boy recliner, vengeance with more food would be a good alternative. Unfortunately, us women also have fallen prey to the lure of after dinner desserts. The proverbial catch-22.
       Oh well.....a few extra pounds to the waist line is nothing compared to the treasure trove of food found on Thanksgiving Day!
       The picture I posted, that caused so much Internet grief, is of myself and my Mother. She looked wonderful yesterday. She's been feeling pretty good lately, healed well from surgery, has received now her permanent "tattoo" markings for radiation which she'll be starting on Monday. She's worried it will take away from the holidays, her energy, her robust life. I've already scheduled into my Palm pilot her rigid appt's for the next 2 weeks. Radiation, 5 times a week, for 6 weeks. If she skips a day, it gets tacked onto the end of her treatment. She made me a card, since I personally think she was the official first Martha Stewart, like she always has as far back as I can remember. Her buy a card? Tsk never! Inside she wrote:

November 23, 2004
Rebecca,
Thank you so much for your
Love and support during
This little bump in my life road.
Know that I am doing okay
And am looking forward to putting
This behind me!
I am so truly thankful this year for
All of my family.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving for
I am so thankful you are my daughter.
Love you more then words could express
Mom

This woman, my Mother, my support, my tower of wisdom, a visionary, a spirit of which I adore and now, will be a survivor. I couldn't be any more proud of her then I am right now. Life, is a beautiful thing.......................

As Always, Just a Thought