#500

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Funny I get onto Blogger to post and this is number 500 post.
Merry Christmas to all and everything that is sweet to you and yours.
I have so much to spill.
Good things... Christmas was technically a hit. I (after writing about my visit to the Dr and reporting just a cold) went to a different doctor then next day and have bronchitis and sinusitis. I have been feeling truly miserable since the 23 rd. The gifts were all wrapped and everything necessary for the big day was done.
Other than the bagels for my brother and exhusband on Christmas morning I pretty much hit everything else. I do have really bad moments of feeling overwhelmed and out of control but all in all the day went well. The girls got alot of stuff, Allies big gift this year were a pair of aquamarine earrings beautiful, and Missi got a new dvd player forher room. The rest of the stuff is typical purses jewelry, socks, closthes, movies, sweaters, pj's, undies, makeup, perfume, lotions, journals, the regular.. They were happy.
Jack got the toys this year. He got books, puzzles, blocks of every imiganible size and shape, tool belt, sneakers, pjs, sweatshirts, sheets(cars of course) a dr kit, and "THE KITCHEN" yup he loves the kitchen with pots and pans and dishes, a little feminine in old school standards but he loves it.
We went to Nanas house for dinner and that was fine too. I need tof ind new ways for the holidays. New traditions are in the making. I feel stuck between being the child and the parent. I feel very in control and valuable most of the time but my down are really down.
Love abounds, laughter flows, blessings are in every corner of this house. I am happy but scratched.
Enough of that balogna.
I am attaching pics of my abundance and am so thankful for friends and family that love me everyday. Good bad and indifferent.

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