Leesa’s Life

Archive for November 2010

Bright copper kettles,
And warm woolen mittens,
Brown paper packages,
Tied up with strings,
These are a few of my favorite things . . .

I love this song.  If I were to write a song that included my favorite things, it probably wouldn’t include things like copper kettles or brown paper packages and it definitely wouldn’t rhyme, but it would include all of the little things that make me smile.  Things like a baby’s laugh, the smell of baking bread, the sound of a waterfall, a hug from my husband, warm socks fresh from the dryer on a cold winter day, just the simple things in life that make a person happy.


I went through my blog last week and deleted a lot of negative posts.  I didn’t realize how negative I’d become until I went back and reread a lot of them.  Yes, my life has sucked these past couple of years, but truthfully posting all that crap for the world to see didn’t make me feel better and it certainly didn’t help make my life nicer.

With the holidays coming up, I’ve decided to “try” and I do mean TRY to write more positive posts.  I’m hoping that if I do this, put these happpy and postive thoughts down on virtual paper that maybe, just maybe it’ll trickle over into my actual life.

It was my year to cook again this year.  I usually don’t look forward to it, mainly because I don’t cook a lot and it stresses me out to no end having to cook for more then 3 people.  This year, not so much.  I cooked what I could ahead of time so I only had a couple of dishes that I needed to cook the big day.  My parents, my brother and my daughter and her boyfriend, along with me, hubby and my son were all here.  Had lots of fun, great conversation and loads of laughs along with lots and lots and LOTS of food!  It was a wonderful day!


I hate the holiday season. I despise it. I used to be one of the biggest holiday nuts around, but here lately it’s all I can do not to throw something at the TV when these stupid Christmas commercials come on. Call me a scrooge, I don’t care. If Christmas were to disappear tomorrow, it would not hurt my feelings. Maybe it’s all the commercialism that has taken away my holiday spirit. I want this, I want that. Buy me, Buy me! It’s obnoxious. I could care less if someone buys me a gift. Why not give me the gift of yourself for a change. Spend the day with me, rub my back after a long day, offer to clean up after dinner, those are all free and would be greatly appreciated. But that’s not what I get. I get gifts that I will not use, gifts that I don’t want, gifts that have no personal meaning to me. If that’s all ya got, I don’t want it. Cross me off your list this year. I have hit the usual holiday slump, I guess. Just leave me alone, don’t talk to me, don’t call, don’t text, don’t email. Just let me crawl under the blankets and sleep until January 2.