Happy New Year


Well looks like the only cocktail I will have tonight is the one that “relieves your cough due to minor throat and bronchial irritation, sore throat, headache, minor aches and pains, fever, runny nose, and sneezing, so you can get the sleep you need.”

2015 flew by, wish was good for the things I didn’t want to remember. But overall, I survived another year and I’m looking forward to what 2016 will bring.

To all of my family and friends, I want to wish you a Happy New Year!

“Dance as if no one were watching, sing as if no one were listening and live every day as if it were your last.” ~ Unknown

2015 in Review

Look what I got the other day.

My 2015 Annual Report from WordPress. I have always said that I am amazed that there are people out there who read my blog.

I want to thank all of you and WordPress for having a place where I can post whatever pops in my head. Looking forward to seeing what comes up in 2016!

Here are some of the highlights of the report.

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

Crunchy numbers

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 24,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 9 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

There were 299 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 46 MB. That’s about 6 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was November 18th with 402 views. The most popular post that day was Chicago.

Posting Patterns

In 2015, there were 168 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 1,911 posts.

Longest Streak

  • 15 September – 10 October

Best Day

  • with 30 posts total

Attractions in 2015

These are the posts that got the most views in 2015. You can see all of the year’s most-viewed posts in your Site Stats.

Some of your most popular posts were written before 2015. Your writing has staying power! Consider writing about those topics again.

Where did they come from?

That’s 119 countries in all!
Most visitors came from The United States. Canada & United Kingdom were not far behind.


Click here to see the complete report.

Saying of the Day

There have been some really good posts on Facebook lately .

Here is one that I want to use for 2016 too.


Top 5 Christmas Songs – #1

Here is my #1 favorite Christmas song…

The Christmas Song” (commonly subtitled “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” by Nat King Cole.


I have at least 15 different artists singing this song on my iTunes library.

The original is song by Mel Tormé, which is as good as Nat King Cole’s version. But there is something about his version of the song that draws me in and makes me get all emotional.

If you want to add more class to the song, you need to hear the version of the song by Nat King Cole & Frank Sinatra.

Here are the lyrics to the song:

The Christmas Song By Nat King Cole

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa’s on his way
He’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you


Here are some other artists who have recorded the song also:


Top 5 Christmas Songs – #2

All I Want For Christmas Is You” (1994) by Mariah Carey.


When I hear this song, I turn it up really loud and sing like there is no one around.

There is just something about this song that gets you in the spirit of Christmas.

Here are the lyrics, so you can sing along with me.

All I Want For Christmas Is You” by Mariah Carey

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is you

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
Don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don’t need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won’t make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you

I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow, and I
I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe

I won’t make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won’t even stay awake
To hear those magic reindeer click

‘Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children’s
Laughter fills the air

And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won’t you bring me
The one I really need
Won’t you please bring my baby to me quickly

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

All I want for Christmas is you, baby


Grocery Shopping on Christmas Eve Eve

Yes, I had to go to the grocery store on Christmas Eve Eve.

It wasn’t too bad. A could of skunk eyes, swearing on the inside and eye rolls.

I asked my friends and family if there were any prayers out there for such an adventure. My friend, Lance, posted this. I don’t know if he thought of it himself or found it somewhere. But it was spot on, perfect to how I was feeling

Thanks, Lance. And my apologies if someone wrote this. I usually post the source of things I post here.

Grant me the serenity to go to the store once more without losing my mind.

Help me to accept the things I cannot change, for there will be many of them, especially in Frozen Foods.

Help me to find a parking space, too, for that is the key to much happiness, especially if it’s close to the entrance on a cold day.

Then let security nab that guy in the Cadillac Escalade who just parked in a handicapped space and practically sprinted into the store.

There’s nothing wrong with that guy’s legs. Let them nail him good with a hefty parking ticket.

Or, better yet, let his engine blow.

Or his transmission drop out and splinter into a thousand pieces.

OK, that’s wrong. That’s a bad attitude. Peace on earth, good will toward men – yes, yes, I buy all that.

But that guy really ticked me off.

Once I’m inside , help me to be swift on my appointed rounds.

Let the store not be picked clean, let their shelves not be barren, for there are still food items I must buy, credit cards still to be maxed out.

Yes, I know time’s running out. No need to rub it in, OK?

Above all else, give me the strength to stand in long check-out lines without going bug-eyed and screaming, for that is so difficult.

Please let the person in front of me have her Visa card go through on the first shot.

And the person in front of her, and the person in front of that person, too, so that we’re not here all day.

In fact, let all our credit cards receive instant, magical approval.

And let the people paying by check have their checkbooks handy, too, and their driver’s licenses, so that commerce is conducted in a timely manner and we’re not all standing around rolling our eyes as a harried woman with a screaming kid rummages in her hand bag for five minutes, looking for her ID.

OK, while we’re on the subject: Please let there be no screaming kids in the checkout line, period.

Let there be no toddlers throwing themselves on the floor in a fit of rage because they can’t get a bag of Gummi Worms.

Let there be no 7-year-old head cases ramming their little brothers’s stroller into the cash register over and over again while his father watches and says not a word.

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