Oh Christmas Tree (again, again, and again)

Well, well, well, you just thought you were going to get out of the ear tearing sounds of Oh Christmas Tree from me this year.  HA!

Please listen to the stylings of this youtube feature, while you read the lyrics to the THIRD annual massacre of “Oh Christmas Tree”

Open this link in a new tab to listen while you read.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

My thrift store find you are still with me.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

This is our second anniversary.

I found you on a concrete floor.

I picked you up ,took you out the door.

Oh Christmas, OH Christmas Tree

This is our second anniversary.

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Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

You beat the heck out of a live tree.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

This year’s Christmas bait I will not be.

Two years ago I was dead meat.

This year I’m warming my chilly feet.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

This is our second anniversary.

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Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

Last year you were a handsome tall snowman.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

This year I had no clue where to begin.

I built you up then plucked you out.

I saw three tiers and had some doubt.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

We celebrate our second anniversary.

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Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

A topiary you shall be.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

Victorian era you look to thee.

With missing branches and no tree stand.

It was the only realistic plan.

Oh Christmas Tree, OH Christmas Tree

We celebrate our second anniversary.

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Myrtle May Long, Long Gone

Oh the memories, the memories.  Myrtle May homely and white… what a gal.  She was always there for me.  If ever I had a spontaneous thought, she was right there to encourage me to go for it.  She was more than willing to ride out the storms that came and went.  She was there when I would break out in uncontrollable laughter.  She was there for me to lean on, to cry on.  When I found myself missing my grands she took me to see them.  She took me to take care of my son while he was in cancer treatment.  She carried me to my dad’s funeral.  She absolutely loved to go camping.  She was hardy and robust; she could pull a hill that made most men shiver.  I loved Myrtle May.

In 2012, she lost all control.  It was raining one morning.  She and I were percolating along until she hit the old treacherous stuff we call black ice.  She never saw it coming.  Off we went about 12 feet down.  She kept me cradled and snug.  I walked away without a scratch.  Myrtle was not so lucky.  She was unable to move on her own.

I begged the techs to not let her died.  They said they would do what they could but it really depended on the insurance and what they were willing to approve. (Typical, right?)  I cried as they took her away.  Hub thought the worst, as did everyone else.  Two months went by and still no word.  Hub took it upon himself to try and take my mind off of her.  He decided to bring a new man into my life, Chris.  Hub introduced me to him on the night before Christmas.  He was there, in the garage, with nothing on but a big green bow.  Not a word was spoken.  My emotions were mixed.  I looked at my husband with disbelief.  He was worried.  He did not know how I was going to react to this new man he had brought into my life.  All at once the reality of Myrtle May not pulling through hit me like a ton of bricks.  Husband’s eyes were apologizing for the loss but he encouraged me to befriend Chris.  I gave Chris the once over.  I asked Hub where he came from.  I mean he looked so sleek…so different.  Then I looked at my husband.  I ran to him, I squeezed his neck; I kissed him all over and thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

I did lose Myrtle May but not to the accident.  I hooked her up with a younger man.  The first time he saw her he feel in love and promised to care for her as much as I did.  She and he can be spotted around town every now and then.  You never see him without a big smile on his face when they are together.  It was a good decision to be the matchmaker for those two.  And Me?  Well, Chris and I can’t be happier.  He definitely knows how to treat a lady.  He is handsome, smooth and rugged just like I like ‘em.  Wait, are you wondering about Hub and how he fits into this threesome? Well, in the driver’s seat of course.  Other than a little bling on the steering wheel he is crazy about Chris too.

Please let me introduce you to Chris

Chris, it is short for Christmas Present

Chris, it is short for Christmas Present

 

Stella loves him too.  She says he reminds her of Santa’s big red sleigh.  She also pointed out the turn signal sounds just like reindeer hoofs clomping on the ground.  By golly, she is right, it does.   And just like Santa’s sleigh it will never get lost because we have a star named SYNC to guide our way.

Soon I will be going back to Memphis for my granddaughter’s graduation.  This will be a true test of his manhood because not only is he taking me he is also carrying my three girlfriends and their luggage!   I hope he can handle all this Womanly Awesomeness.

Note: I wrote about the new car back at Christmas but I wanted to follow up with the conclusion of Myrle May.  Also, our busy season is about to start so I have no idea when I will post again; however, I will be reading all of yours as they come in.  Later, Ruthie

Holy Mother of Pearl!

I am not one to take to a kind gesture.  I can commit random acts of kindness but only anonymously. And when I receive… it freaks me out mainly because it rarely happens.  Doubt shrouds my mind, “What is going on?”  “Why did they do that?”  “I am not sure I am comfortable with this.”  I have been jaded throughout my life so I hope you can understand when I awoke and saw this I went crazy with anger.

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there is a photo behind this symbol

ANGER, you might ask?   Yes anger.  You see  last week I wrecked my car.  I begged them not to total my completely paid off car.  Our new budget would not allow for a second car payment.  We needed to keep on keeping on in the same way as the last 4 years.

Fast forward to day before yesterday.  Insurance adjuster gave the go ahead on the repairs NOT TOTALED.  Yippee.  Next day they called again and told us the estimate may be too low. Oh no!  I told Mr. M that I would rather walk the 16 miles to work than have two car notes.  He agreed.

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I slept so sound last night.  I did not wake up one time.  I stayed cool and no early morning bathroom lights in the eye.  Heaven.  Next thing I know M is in the room with a cup of coffee, a smile and my slippers.  “Get up!”  he says.  “It is time to get up, hurry get out of bed full day ahead.”

In my mind there is no way it is time to get up.  I just went to sleep for goodness sake.  Soon he was back with my ROBE.  I shuffle into the kitchen.  There he stood with a smile from ear to ear.  One that could put you in the mind of the cat from Cat in the Hat.  “Come with me.” he says.  I follow but not before passing a clock 4:45 in the freaking morning!  In the A.M. as in so early there was not a ray of light in the sky NO WAIT.. IN THE WORLD!  I start yelling I don’t have to be at work until 9:50 A.M.

He says nothing and drags me to the carport.  I laid my eyes upon this and felt blinded with rage!

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Yes rage.  I thought we were on the same page.  I thought we were a united force.  I thought… I thought… I felt like every cell in my body was  quivering with bull red anger.  I felt I needed to faint to escape the betrayal I was feeling.  Instead. I opened my mouth to let the profanity spew out but he jerked his hand up. “It was Santa Claus.” he blurts out.   (Of course, Santa Claus is a faux name because this Santa wishes to remain anonymous too.)  “We do not have to repay until we pay off the car loan we have right now.”  he says with an unsure voice.

OH MY GOSH.  What is going on? I looked at him hard.  He is bracing for round two.  Instead I wrapped my arms around him and planted a big old kiss on him.  He hugs me back with an embrace that would pop the eyes out of any Pekingese.  He held me for a moment longer than normal. It felt good.  He was happy to have me speechless for once in our marriage. And I was happy to hug him back without any words other than thank you.

I get to work and a harpist walks in and ask us if it would be okay if he brings his harp in to play for us and the shopping customers. Gosh yes, we say.  Then my daughter decided to grace us with her presence today at work.  While there, she fixed the store computer!

Okay let me recap, new car that we do not have to repay until present loan is finished, a harpist playing the most beautiful Christmas music every heard and Stella  fixed a computer that I have been working on for a couple of weeks.  Then it hits me.  Yesterday was the end of the world.  12-21-12 3:11 p.m. END OF THE WORLD.  Suddenly I start to experience a psychotic break.  Maybe this is nothing more than an eternal dream.  Maybe the blast, that I never felt, through me into another dimension. Or more than likely I was dreaming.  I pinched myself.

Nothing.

I feel nothing.  So I bit myself.   HARD.  Crap that hurt.  I ran over to the next store.  I asked my friend if he is really real.  Internally, I am really freaking out.  He says yes and gives me a look of, You are a complete LOON.   I walk back to my store…stunned.  My goodness,  I think this could really be true.  I start to tremble and feel very grateful for my kind Santa and for my Mr. M.  I am thankful for the man from nowhere that came in the mall to bring us the joyful sounds of Christmas, and for my awesomely intelligent daughter.

I am a lucky woman.  Merry Christmas Everyone.  My new car.  She is not my Mrytle May but I love her.

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O Christmas Tree (again)

O Christmas Tree (2012)

Last year, I rewrote the lyrics to O Christmas Tree to tell the tale of our/MY first real Christmas tree journey.   This year same music (click here) but with different lyrics.  Make sure to open in a different tab and just let the music run in the background.

 

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

I found you leaning against the wall.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

You were whop-sided and about to fall.

We picked you up and brought you home

You had some parts that didn’t belong.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

I found you leaning against the wall.

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Your odd sized branches wouldn’t fit.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

I had to find a filler quick.

I had some batting and Styrofoam

A little paint I found at home.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Your odd sized branches wouldn’t fit

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

A poofy snowman you will be.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

I packed and roll you on bended knee.

I stuffed you full and filled your cracks

I lit you up and hung knick knacks.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

A poofy snowman you will be.

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

A better (thrift-store) find you couldn’t be.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

You light my room and smile at me.

Your chubby belly is round and full

Darn, I forgot the scarf of wool.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

A better (thrift-store) find you couldn’t be.

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Meet Mr. FROSTrEE my 20.00 thrift store Christmas tree.  I loved the adventure of finding a real tree but I prefer a faux one.

A Beautiful Christmas Eve Morn

We have had quite the winter’s storm these last two days.  I snapped this as I pulled into work.  It was an awesome moment in the quietness of the morning.

Then I got this one as it was shining behind the Church steeple

If you are interested I also posted the Weekly Photo Challenge: Between

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Life is a bowl of Photos

I wish I knew how to use Photoshop.  Could you imagine how wonderful these shots and the Challenge Photos could look with just a little enhancement?

Tomorrows the big day!  I have asked Santa for a better new year.  I sure hope I, WE, get it.

note:  After I got home I tweaked the above photo if you care to see click here.

The Power or Oh Goody, Oh Goody… part 1

 This is the story that started everything, as in my blog.  I put it on Facebook back in Jan. 2010 and it was a hit.  I think it did so well because everyone on my Facebook knows  Hubs.  This showed him in a different light.  All my friends are familiar with the public man.Public man is a burly man, a man of very few words, a man who would never want any one to see the human side of him.  He is also a man that has sworn me to never write about him again.   So everyone needs to keep this one on the QT.

Hubs has been waiting on this day since Christmas morning. He was practically giddy with excitement. Did we win the lottery, a new truck in the drive or, please no, not another huge snow? It was none of the above.  Hubs was walking in and out of the house with an excitement that I have rarely heard, more like never heard.   I laid there listening. Soon he popped his head in the bedroom and reports, “The electricity is OUT!”, with the biggest Cheshire  grin that I have ever seen on his face.

To most folks me included, this is horrid no water, lights, and spoiled food; to my husband, it is music to his ears. After years of dealing with power outages, his father gave him a generator for Christmas. It was like opening his present all over again. He finally got to fill it with gas, start it and hooked it up. He kept telling me that the generator could run the whole house. I said no way. But he insisted it could.

As I laid there in bed listening, I heard it start. It was a smooth start, sort of like a Honda motorcycle. I could hear him going in and out of the house all excited and getting everything ready to be hooked up. He was just having way to much fun. To my surprise, the ceiling fan in my bedroom came on! I was shocked. He was right! This was one time I was happy to be wrong. No more nights without lights or sounds of the TV. This is a good thing. I got up to go check it out. The pure delight on his face was worth getting up to see.

As I am watching him plug the refrigerator into one of the extension cords, it hits me, how could the fans in the bedrooms be working when he is pulling extension cords in the house? He did not plug in the generator to the house at all. THE POWER had come back on without our knowledge. Oh no, how should I point this out? I just watched him plugging stuff in. All the while, a giant grin plastered on his face. Finally I ask him, how could the fans be working in the back of the house if we are using extension cords for power?

The gleam in his eyes and the smile on his face…..gone. “You mean we have power?”, he asked.” I thought I heard the frige running when I unplugged it. But I was not sure.” He, slowly, turned the generator off and returned all plugs to their rightful sockets. With his excitement faded and the reality of a day of delivering mail, in the snow without me, he kisses me good bye and says, “Have a good day off.”

Oh well, at least we know it starts!

 

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree

This is to be sung to the tune….O Christmas tree.  For your convenience, I have included a link to the instrumentals  of O Christmas Tree.  As you will see, a couple of words must be said fast in order to fit the song.  😉

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

The forest we walked looking for a tree. Warning forest is larger than appears in picture.

We started looking around noon.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

We started looking around noon.

We’ve walked 7  miles  down three canyons.

My knees are weak and so is companion’s.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree;

We started looking, around noon.

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

image is from tpwd.state.tx.us

The sun is setting it’s dark soon.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

The sun is setting it’s dark soon.

I’m hearing wild coyo-otes.

He needs to pick one soon please!

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

The sun is setting it’s dark soon.

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Hubs violently chopping a baby tree with a tinny tiny ax

He is chopping you down now

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

He is chopping you down now.

He whacked and whacked, until you cracked

I saw you crying pine extract.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

He is chopping you down now.

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O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

7 miles, 3 canyons, one large size Charlie Brown Tree we are ready for home.

Our Charlie Brown Tree you will be.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Our Charlie Brown  Tree you will be.

Your skimpy branches and crooked trunk

Makes me wish  that I was drunk.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Our Charlie Brown Tree you will be.

 

 

Meet the large Charlie Brown Tree

 

 

 

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If you are wondering, WHY did she put this to music?  Ask The Hobbler.  SHE IS THE REASON.  I can get her songs out of my head.  It started with Rain Gear and it has not stopped yet.  Check it out she is in a league of her own.