My Tiny Little Tree

This tiny little tree might be it for the Cesare family this year.

In years past, we would go out the day after Thanksgiving and get a real tree at Home Depot or Lowes.  My husband would get the ladder and take a trip up to the attic for the decorations.   I have tons of handmade decorations that I have accumulated over the years. We would keep it up until after New Years because I just loved the holiday decorations in my home.  

However, this year my poor husband is suffering from terrible allergies and sinus trouble.  I know that bringing a tree in the house would be miserable for him.  I have a 3 foot artificial tree that I could put on a table, but I even worry about that.

So, I put a tiny tree on our dresser in the bedroom and decorated with some miniature ornaments that I bought a few years ago.

Fa La  La La La, La La La La

I'm a Blobber!

My mother cracks me up.  For as long as I can remember, she has mis-pronounced words.  Belks (as in Belk Lindsey) has always been "Belts";  Wal Mart is "Wal Mark", alsheimers is "oldtimers", and don't even ask her to say - cholesteral.

However, a few weeks ago, she topped herself.  I had been asking my parents to check out my blog for some time.  Since my mother doesn't touch the computer, my father was in charge of pulling it up.  I called my mother to check in one morning and she informed me that they had finally seen my "blob".  I was in hysterics. 

Mom, if you read this - I'm not making fun.  It's this kind of stuff that makes you so endearing and such a good mother.  I love you!

But, if this is a "blob", that makes me a "blobber"!