Alright. I admit it. I totally fell off the wagon. Actually, the wagon turned around and ran me over. I have friends on the wagon. They're hollering at me to get back on. They're holding out their hands, trying to help me. What do I do? I just lay there. Wallowing in my own self pity. Using the fat of my arm as a pillow. I tell myself I'm comfortable. I know it's a lie but it works. At least for now. Not as much as before though. I know I failed. I'm ready to try again.
Isn't that what life's about? Failing and then getting back up, dusting yourself off, and trying again? Or is that just me?
Christmas is not about what present you give or receive. It isn't about how much money you have to spend. It's about family. Friends. Love. Which is a darn good thing because I have no money for any of that present stuff. I do, however, have a lot of love to pass around and hugs to share.
The boys and I are hoping for a lot of snow in the next few days. We are so ready to go sledding!!! I love it! And, it's great exercise walking up the hill 50 bazillion times. Anyone is welcome to join us sledding. All I ask is that you actually sled ;-) None of that sitting in your car crap. You know who you are ;-)
