Stewing in the New Year. . .

I suck as a blogger.  It's a good thing I'm making my living elsewhere.  I do love to write, but I don't remember sometimes.  Sue me. 

Okay, that wasn't much of an apology, but since I only have one follower anyway, I don't think it matters too much--I know she'll forgive me for my bad behavior.  

On to the real information. . .
       It's Valentine's Day and I'm very happy today.  My little valentines were so sweet, all telling me how much they love me and it was a lovely day.  We even had a healthy snack that they made themselves--Valentine's Trail Mix.  Heart Healthy.  I got LOTS of chocolate, which I don't need, and LOTS of hugs, which I do need.  Kaleigh is out with friends so I'm spending V-Day with the person I love most in the world--ME!  (Not sure this is really true, but poetic license and all that.)

I've been thinking about this year, and what it means to me, and I think it's going to be my lucky year.  It is the year of the snake, and I was born the year of the snake, so that means it's lucky for me.  I need to wear red a lot.  I also had a ladybug land on my shirt yesterday on the playground and it stayed there for a long time and then flew away, so that is good luck too.  Also, I am going to MAKE it my lucky year.  I just have to decide what that looks like.  

I have been hand quilting for the last week or so, and I forgot how relaxing it is and how much I love it.  I'm not going to do that again.  I also forgot that when I hand quilt, I don't have to feel bad about watching trashy tv (Honey Boo Boo) because I am actually accomplishing something.  I'm all about the win-win.  My fingers are pleasantly sore, and my thimble finger is discolored from my favorite brass thimble.  (Yes, I do have a very expensive, fancy silver one with the fingernail area cut out, but the cheap brass one is my most favorite--the heart wants what the heart wants.)

In reading over my blog, I realize that I use a lot of parentheses for things I want to comment on--why do I do that?  I could just comment, it IS my blog, after all.  

The rain outside sounds so peaceful and lovely, there is no noise going on in the house except for Lucy licking her lips,  she is truly disgusting.  

I know this was a short post, but I just want to go take a bath, read and maybe drink a little wine.   Lovely.