*My Christmas Village is still up.
And I light it up every day.
I still get a kick out of my Chick-fil-A that I bought after Christmas last year. And that red VW.
*My Santa collection is still up in the living room.
The bottle brush village is still on display.
I'm not happy that it's still up. Everything else is packed away. But, it doesn't really bother me either. I just haven't had the time to take it all down, pack it correctly and squirrel it away on the shelves in the garage. I'm sure it will get done eventually. I did finish up some valentine crafts tonight for a swap and now I'm hoping to do a little Valentine decorating. I have big visions of only my pink and white pottery on the shelves, vintage Valentines, the feather tree covered in Heart to Heart Valentines.......we shall see.
My Mom is in a different Rehab Hospital now. This is more of a long term facility - the type where you get Rehab, but lots of rest and healing time too. It is in a beautiful place - fancier than most hotels I have ever visited. The people that built it made a place where you would feel like you were NOT in a hospital but at a resort. Shiny dark wooden floors, grand piano, china in the dining room, huge fountain in the courtyard, as well as private rooms and private dining rooms. It's really, really nice. And the care is amazing. They know where you are - you are free to roam the entire facility from the rehab wing to the long term wing to the Pods where there are apartments. There are social events and field trips, Bingo, music and 50" TV's in all the day rooms and hallways. My Mom is very happy there. Except for the whole being a big old broken mess, that is. :( But, she is getting better. She can feed herself now with a little prep - open her milk pull everything close to her so she can reach it and make certain everything can be stabbed with a fork. She can't eat oatmeal by herself, but put her soup in a cup and she is good to go.
The Breadman started his new job on Christmas Eve. It took three weeks to get his first paycheck and boy howdy, did we need that! Right now he is the "extra man" for SaraLee. He will be buying out a route after some re-configurations within the company. The weird thing is that rumor has it that SaraLee is buying the Wonder Bread and Twinkie lines so he just might be stocking those items again one day. This week he has to travel away to help with another branch, so tomorrow he has to pack and leave. He is such a light packer. I am just the opposite. He will say, "I will just wear a hat, so I won't have to pack a comb". Uh, hello, a comb takes up less space than a hat. He'll probably take two changes of clothes and I would take nine. He's staying at a Holiday Inn Express and he has a gorgeous 2013 rental in the driveway to boot. For being the new guy, he is getting some fancy perks. Some time apart might be good because I am so tired and so stressed all the time that I have been really, really short with him. Really. Luckily he hasn't smacked me one. I KID. He's taken it in stride, but I know I need to chill. It's just that sometimes there has to be someone that you use as your scapegoat. And he's turned into mine and I know that isn't good. I need to get road rage or yell at the cashier at Wal-Mart to clear my mind. :D
I stopped working at the Flea Market. I still have my booth, but my day working there would be much better spent with my Mom or cleaning my house or homeschooling or really just about anything constructive. I feel out of place and worthless away from everyone for a day when I really wasn't getting paid anyway. It's been nice not paying rent or commission, but it's not that much in the end. Sometimes time is more valuable than money. Sales have been good and I have been able to keep the booth stocked and current even with everything else going on.
Thanks for still coming back to read this old blog. I want to get back into thrifting and junking and being me again. Someday.....someday. I've dropped all the way down to Number 21 on Top Vintage Blogs. I was as high as 12 before my life got turned upside down. Maybe I'll hit the Motherlode of GOOD JUNK someday and shoot right back up to the top. Or at least 12 again.
So, that's what's up with me. How about you?