Ten Unexpected Things That Happened During the Holidays
A lady I met at the New Age place where I buy my herbs recognized my aura or chakrahs or something, and insisted we knew each other in a past life. According to her, I'm the reincarnation of a musician named Paul.
Interesting that I came back completely tone deaf. Maybe Paul sucked.
I agreed to join a group blog.
First I hemmed, hawed, obsessed and argued with myself for a week. Details to follow as soon as they're all ironed out.
I did not eat ALL the patisseries.
I have no idea, however, what happened to the package of Ice Cubes sent from Germany or the hand-dipped truffles from Belgium. Perhaps international chocolate thieves broke in for five or six nights in a row and took one at a time, so we wouldn't notice.
Friends I haven't seen since high school came into town, met up with me and bought me a lovely lunch, during which they presented me with a copy of our senior yearbook, which I had been too poor to buy in high school.
Now someone just has to explain to me how the dreamy guy I had that huge crush on during senior year somehow got his picture switched with one of Slash from Velvet Revolver. Wait a minute . . . I think maybe he is Slash.
My guy and I successfully rescued three runaway horses.
We first found them peacefully grazing in our backyard on New Year's Day, but when they saw us they took off. While my guy got some feed from a neighbor's barn and used it to catch them, I drove like a bat out of hell down the road to get horse people and bridles. This will only be funny to those of you who know how terrified I am of horses.
My stepdaughter called to tell me that she and her new fiance are moving to the states (he has dual citizenship) and they plan to get married and settle over here.
Since I only see my Eurokid once or twice a year, this was the cause of instant celebration. At least until I remember that this will make me -- gulp -- mother of the bride.
One of the grand dames of RWA invited me to join the organization.
I said no, I was still in therapy from the first time. All the Sisters of the Immaculate Love Scene may now breathe a sigh of relief.
Purely by accident I picked up a box of Fire Roasted Tomato & Olive Oil Triscuits instead of the regular kind.
Didn't realize it until I took a bite, and fell instantly in love (I know, they're just crackers, but I have to eat whole wheat every day. Which after two years is like eating cardboard every day. These things are way better.)
Santa brought me a lovely heating pad/back massager chair pad that got rid of the crick in my neck that I've had since October.
Now if it could rebuild my knee and do something about my left hip, I'd stop walking like Long John on a bender.
Someone (you know who you are) sent me a gorgeous little hand carved puzzle box from Japan.
And I will thank you, just as soon as MIT gets back to me on how to open it. Unless I shouldn't. Hmmmmm.
What sort of surprises did you get over your holidays? Let us know in comments.