it’s easy for me to get a bit melancholy as each year comes to a close. and perhaps in the past i haven’t done well at controlling my emotions, but i am determined that this time it will be different. i could easily get depressed by looking not only ahead, but looking at my past as well. seeing where i started and wondering why i haven’t grown as much. seeing a trail of the same mistakes and wondering when i’ll ever learn. but what good will it do me, if i choose not to learn from my past, but to sit and wallow in my misery?

i will look ahead with a desire for more of the Lord in my life. i will rejoice at what the Lord has done. and i will look with excitement for the things that He will continue to do.

have a happy new year.

a little bit of my night.

i love when my friend brings her camera. : )

listening to: Dixie Chicks Top of the World Tour:Live album and Bo Bice’s debut.

wearing: black leather boots and a western styled flannel shirt.

watching: my very own Pride and Prejudice.

holding: a bag made by my very own sister.

we sat in the family room, eating rum-logs, drinking eggnog, opening a few gifts, reading the christmas story, and just being together. it was lovely. now we’re all in bed (i love wireless) all awaiting the morning. okay, maybe not since it promises to be an early one, but our wonderful little people are all very excited. santa comes to our house tonight and fills our stockings with lots of perfectly delightful goodies and we’ll have a wonderful time going through them. yes, tomorrow will be lovely and i hope yours is as well.

i’m a very spoiled girl (and my sister says, “a big fat punk.”). and i love it.

have yourself a merry little christmas…

i know, i’m not normal.

my mom tore her achilles tendon this morning while playing tennis. she will undergo surgery at 3:00 this afternoon.

crazy.

we have fun.

i got the fat guy and i still passed.

yes, i’m one happy girl today. : )

i’ve had a lovely day and yet at this hour, i’m feeling completely worn out. and since i have such a big day tomorrow i think i’ll go to bed soon. in fourteen hours it will all be over and the knot in my stomach will go away… i think. i hate that i work myself up about little thing’s like this. it’s not that big of a deal. i just don’t like people being mean to me. i hope he’s not mean.

i’ll be going christmas shopping tomorrow. i know what you’re thinking, “yay! louissa will buy me a chrismas present.” unfortunately, this girl is in debt this year and doesn’t have money to buy presents. but that doesn’t mean that you have to return the gift you bought for me — i simply adore getting presents and don’t you remember always hearing that it’s better to give then recieve?

oh goodness. i think it’s time for me to head upstairs.

The rocket racer’s all tuckered out
Superman’s in pajamas on the couch
Goodnight moon, we’ll find the mouse
And I love you

Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams

the party at the sinclair’s is winding down. this one lasted longer then normal. two of the cars were shoveled out this afternoon and one still sits across the street. coats, shoes, phones, and bags are all lying around, forgotten by the owners. the family room is now missing the “young men” who were here just a bit ago.

a talk with my brother-in-law last night and an email from my sister today has me feeling good. i like my family… alot. and i don’t just think they’re the best — i know they’re the best. don’t you?

julia is in the kitchen washing the griddle that i got out to make grilled cheese sandwiches for the hungry people and she has borrowed music playing. jamie is quickly trying to figure out what his evening plans are and i’m glad that i’ve already decided and don’t have to think about it. i’ll be going with my family to the Moira Christmas Dinner. i’ll then be coming home and staying here. if you want to see me, i’ll be here, but i’m not going anywhere afterwards.