My War Against Christmas

I’ve launched a full-on assault against Christmas this year. It’s war, and I’m hoping others will also take up the standard. Well, in all honesty, it’s more of a partial assault this year, but brewing to the full-scale assault for next year and in the years to come. The war I’m talking about is the fight against the incredible commercialism that has become “Christmas.” Not the Christian Holy Day, but the Hallmark- and Toys-R-Us-created holiday.

Brace Yourselves!

It looks like this year is supposed to be a rather snowy one for us – at least on the East Coast Mid-Atlantic region. Already we’ve been dumped on quite unexpectedly. AccuWeather wasn’t all that AccuRate in their prediction: a coating up to an inch, which wasn’t supposed to start until about 1:00 in the afternoon. That morning, Hubby and I ran out to a quick breakfast, then some grocery shopping – he with a light jacket, and I with my Crocks. Till we came out of the BJ’s, I was schlepping through three inches of that “dusting” which didn’t stop until we had between 8 and 10 inches total.

Wait Training

I had one of those mornings the other morning. You know, one of those mornings where everything seems to be pointing in one, very specific direction with everything that’s going wrong, you can’t help but finally see the message in one, huge EUREKA! moment. On this one particular morning, the message was about learning how to wait, and how to slow down. We all need wait training – even more so than weight training.