T-I-E-R-D…Tired

I haven’t been posting lately because I’ve just been so busy this week. At work we have summer reading signups, lots more children coming into my programs, my other jobs needing my time, trying to fit in my friends, my niece is visiting, etc.- it seems as if every day there is less time to do everything.

An obstacle course to try and get everything done.

And I just feel so dang tired. I just want to sleep all the time.

But things should settle down to normal soon. As for now…I’m going to take a nap.

For more on being tired, go to Tired With a Capital T

For more on my everyday life, go to Something’s Scratching at the Window

It’s the Most Woeful Time of the Year

I don’t know about you but I hate this time of year.

Now for some it might be the weather, but I have no problem with that.

No I hate this time of the year for different reasons. The first for Daylight Savings Time

Why do we still continue to have it? We don’t really need it. We need to be like Hawaii and just get rid of it.

My whole schedule is off, and I’m tired all the time as I’m still readjusting.

And the abundance of sweets. We just had Valentine’s Day candy, Girl Scout Cookies, and now Easter candy and jelly beans are on sale. I feel so roly-poly.

The thought of “summer clothes” and “summer body”, well…

Then there is the weather. If it stuck to one thing that would be nice but instead it changes more than a woman on her period. It starts off cold, then is hot, then cold, then windy, then rainy, then super hot…

I never know what to wear, but somehow always manage to pick the wrong thing.

And then let’s talk about my skin…

It’s so dry because of all these changes; but now it is hot so guess what that means? Time to crack out the sunscreen.

 From here until fall I’m going be lathered in the stuff.

Oh well. Only about 7 more months until October!

For more on Daylight Savings Time, go to The Most Awful Time of the Year

For more Princess Bride, go to Mawwiage. Mawwiage is What Bwings Us Togethew Today

For more I Love Lucy, go to The Perfect Hideout

For more of my musings, go to Somebody Help Me Please

A Baker’s Four Dozen

So today I spent the day baking, baking Christmas Cookies!

The first were called Sand Tarts, which I got from my sister blog Mysterious Eats. They’re posting the recipe next Friday, but gave me a sneak peak. They look good, and seem tasty. You see I could only eat a little bit of each cookie as I’m still recovering from having my wisdom teeth extracted.

I was making a dozen for one of my jobs, as this Sunday is their annual Christmas Children’s Program.

After I made those I moved on to bake the Regency Ginger Cookies, also from mysteriouseats.wordpress.com, for a Christmas Cookie Party that I am planning on going to. Not only did I want to do them because I’m all about Jane Austen, but figured no one else will do that type of cookie.

So this morning as I prepared to make four dozen cookies (one for the kids and three for the Christmas Cookie party) I decided, hey I should bake in my pajamas, so I can be comfy.

And then I thought I shouldn’t put on any makeup or do my hair either.

I mean after all I was going to get ingredients all over me, was probably going to make a huge mess I’d have to clean up anyway, etc. I mean why bother?

Majorly

But it seems like no one else got the memo. I had people stopping by all day.

No one ever visits me without calling first, except on the day that I am a super mess.

It was kind of funny as they looked at me with surprise and shock and how messy and grossly I was dressed.

What are you wearing?

But that’s how it goes. And now that I am done cooking, all I want to do is lay down.

I also sampled way too many cookies.

But hey, Christmas comes but once a year, so live it up!

For more Christmas traditions, go to O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

For more Jane Austen Quotes, go to You’ve Got to Accentuate the Positive

For more stories of my everyday life, go to A Real Life Saver

So I never believed in Santa Claus when I was a kid.

It’s not like I hate him or anything or want him gone forever. My parents told me that he lived years ago and died, so the Santa that exists today is more of a feeling than an actual person. But even though I wasn’t a Santa person, I still like a few Christmas Carols that involve him.

One of my favorites is Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane). I first sang it back when I was in Girl Scouts and we went into the nursing homes to carol.

It was written in the 1940s by Gene Autry, who got the idea after he was Santa Claus in a parade. Since then it has been covered by numerous artists; like Elvis Presley, Doris Day, and Bing Crosby to name a few.

My favorite version? The one from The Year Without a Santa Claus

For more Christmas Carols, go to Hark the Herald Angels Sing

For more on The Year Without a Santa Claus, go to 25 More Films of Christmas