Christmas 2009

Well, the days leading up to Christmas have been hell...I was working more than 10 hours a day and I got flu right before christmas...it was not fun. I had no time to go shopping for christmas presents, Rick had to wrap his own presents...sigh...

but the good thing that has come out of it was the snowstorm before christmas...hahaha...it was so bad and sudden that the roads leading in and out of Reading were shut, and buses and taxis were stopped. People were snowed in and out of Reading. There were a lot of unhappy people that day. The worse part of when the snow started melting and it started raining. Urgh!!!!



Us coming home after he picked me up from work.



When we woke up, the car was snowed over. Our car is dark blue... hehe...


 
My poor flowers after i so painstakingly revived them before winter...sigh


Everything looks beautiful covered in snow, doesn't it?

We had Christmas dinner with Phil and Sati and their family. We had turkey and roast vegetables. Yummy!!!! And of course I had the job of babysitting Mili, their 5 yr old girl. this is the result of one of our games. Phil bought a set of Tattoo Glitter Pens from Boston and she used them on me...sigh...

Like my eye lashes? lol


The Rose

Just saw Bette Miller perform this song on Strictly Come Dancing. Love the song, love the lyrics! Love the Argentine Tango performed by Vincent and Flavia and love the Rumba performed by James and Ola!




 The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes a chance.

It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,

Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes a rose

Amanda McBroom