Kickin' It Keto Style

                                                                "Hangin' around (with) nothin' to do but frown                                     Rainy days and Mondays always get me down."      Here it is - my life: typical Monday (night) just getting off work. Again. I am tired. After not working for a week - the back to the grind has hit me like a mac truck going sideways in a snow storm up a hill in the middle of Summer. Yes. I did say that.      The rain is pounding against the window. Somehow there is a wind warning in effect for tonight into tomorrow. Shurree' is staying again. The kids are all up and running wild like Warrior would do headed to a Main Event event. The television is way to loud for being this late and somehow, just somehow - we ran out of garbage bags again.      Leaning back in my chair - I take in my room - spinning around me. Bees to the left of me. Bees to the right of me. I am the Queen! I  "adopted" the title from my Grandm

                                                 "Do you remember me?                          I sat upon your knee. I wrote to you with childhood fantasies -                             Well, I'm all grown up now and still need help somehow.                                 I'm not a child but my heart still can dream." As a shiver runs through me, I look towards the gray skies unaware of why it would be raining on - of all days - December 24th. The promise of a white Christmas is melting away quickly. It saddens my heart.      I know I should be overjoyed that soon Santa will be here and all the chaos of a house full of kids will come to rest at least for a moment - a small, slight moment.      I reflect on the saying that goes ... "One of the most glorious messes in the World is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day." I am not sure who wrote that but I am quiet sure it was someone who never had kids. The drinks tipped over, the food smashed

 

                                     So this is Christmas & what have we done?                                      Another year over & new ones just begun. It is quite unbelievable to me that in just 4 more days the Jolly Man will be making his rounds, stopping by after the kids are sleeping - which is only for about 20 minutes on Christmas eve, you know - there being excitement in the air and all.  Then it will be hours upon hours of opening gift after gift. Each child squealing as they get "what they want" but at the same time complaining because the other one received something far better. When I speak of this - it is my grown children I am talking about. Belly aching all the way through the day.      As I woke up this morning, I guess my body thought it needed to rest awhile longer. I felt like I was living in a Rodney Atkins song *que the music "If you're going through hell." I was once again sweating so badly, on fire yet shaking a little. Cramps

                                                        "We drank a toast to innocence. We drank a toast to now.                                             We tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how." The night has closed around me once again. The twelve o'clock hour shall soon strike.  A single candle lights through the darkness - giving shimmer to the raindrops that pound against my bedroom window through the fierce winds that direct them.  The house is quiet for a moment. Jake, Shailah & Oakley sleep while Lucee' sits in the Livingroom  watching and re-watching "less then worthy" YouTube  videos.      The tree that  brings  the whole atmosphere together in holiday magic sits in the center of everything. Every bulb and Every red 'n white striped sweet - hangs perfectly - calling for a round of Noel. Each ornament  telling its own story. Having its own moment of glory. Friends  Coffee cups, Ariel, Yoda, Cat Paws and Grandkids.