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I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Almost done...

with the last little bit of gift wrapping for Christmas!  And it sure seems like I never leave this desk, doesn't it?  It's the one place in my home where I can actually get a lot accomplished - besides the kitchen.  This is the first year I've actually done any Christmas shopping for quite a long time.  I'd forgotten how much fun it was.  It's not that I spent a lot of money, because I didn't.  I think I had such a good time because everything I have wrapped is either vintage or handmade.  And I really hope my friends like their gifts!  Did you ever just find the perfect gift for someone and it was so perfect in fact that it was just killing you to wait for Christmas to give it to them?  It seems like every year there's at least one thing that I can't wait for the recipient to open.  Years ago, it was the Buck pocket knife from Crowder Brothers Hardware that my dad had had his eye on for some time.  He loved it, just as I knew he would.  Another time it was The Complete Works of William Shakespeare that I got for my boss - whom people could not believe was able to quote from Hamlet.   Another friend collected Nativity sets and I started her off on the Boyd's Bear Nativity much to her surprise and delight.  The last perfect gift I got anyone was about five years ago.  Tim's son-in-law is a serious Florida Gator fan and I got him a pair of Gator Crocs - and it just about killed me until he opened them.  Well, this year I found just the thing for Tom & Al - and I have really wanted to share, but I couldn't until I gave it to them.  Well, now I can go on and on about it!
Isn't this about the cutest vintage gravy boat you have ever seen?  I noticed that they did not have one when I was there for Thanksgiving dinner and that very night I started searching on Etsy for just that very thing.  And I was ecstatic when I found this one - and I only had to deliberate a minute between this adorable gravy boat and the 342 other choices.  It's been sitting on my desk since it arrived in the mail - I've been admiring it - and when they rang up on Monday and said they were coming by, I had to hurry and wrap it in tissue and put it into the waiting gift bag.  I'm so glad they liked it - and now I can gush about it publicly.  Yes, I'm a Christmas gift idiot and I make no apologies for loving to find and give the perfect gift!

3 comments:

  1. Isn't it a treat when you get as much pleasure giving as receiving. Merry Christmas to you Dawn.

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  2. Good for you! You've got the real spirit of Christmas--gift giving gives you as much or more pleasure than receiving! Hope yours is most excellent!
    Best,
    Susan

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  3. You are NO kind of idiot!!! You ARE, however, one of the neatest blogging friends i have 'yet' to meet!! I so so love reading your posts! Even if I get in a hurry and don't comment...I read each and every one! AND I NEVER know WHAT you will be writing about NEXT!! Keeps us all looking forward to the NEXT one!!

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