Crafty

Although some may say I've been a little on the pessimistic side of things lately, I've somehow managed to fall on the cheery side of Christmas spirit this year. Each of my evenings have been filled with cutting out paper snowflakes with Ava, hiding our little nisse and not even complaining about our 400th viewing of The Polar Express.

I have so many cool things that I want to share, but alas too many gift recipients read this here fantasmo. Let's just say that I think this year's gift is pretty "sweet"! And no, it's not a baked good. I think everyone should go back to the old-fashioned idea of self-made gifts. There's a certain sense of satisfaction in wrapping up something that was made from the heart.

Courage

It's no secret that I haven't been in a place mentally, creatively or physically fulfilling when it comes to my job. And most days when I don't think things could possibly be worse, things find a way to get worse. Of course all of this is mental whining because in a state where unemployment is the worst of all the 50 states, you know when to keep your mouth zipped and your blessings counted.

For months, a couple years even, I have been dreaming of being my own boss at something. Anything really and I believe I have the tools to make it happen. I just don't know if I have the inner spirit to make the leap. Already we live on the razor's edge of poverty vs. just making it by and I worry that there will never be a good time to jump forward blindly.

So this question goes to all of you. When do you jump and hope you land on your feet running instead of in a mushy heap?

Breaking the Seal

With a public service announcement:

It really behooves one to read the second from top warning label on microwave popcorn; never leave the microwave unattended. Because otherwise one may wander off completely distracted and forget to prevent their yummy bag of snack from turning into a smoking lump of stinky char. It is possible that it may take days to remove the stench from one's entire household, but only seconds to learn to never do that again!

Also, in my absence from fanstasmoland did I happen to mention that Rick and I finally tied the knot?




No? Really?



Well Huzzah, we finally made it!!!

Time Slips By

All in the course of a week Ava turned 6, lost two teeth and finally got over her fear of swimming. Sometimes I wish I could trap moments of time in glass Ball jars so that I could admire them just like fireflies. -sigh-