Blessings only come to those who notice……………

Isn’t that a wonderful thought? 

Do you know how hard it is to come up with something profound to say?  Especially when one is not particularly known for profound statements?  But even I have to say that “blessings only come to those who notice” is a good one. 

But how did I come up with it?  Good question.  One day (ok there have been more than one of those days, but I’m not admitting it here), I grabbed a “cup of Joe” – an old-fashioned expression for coffee that my mother used.  Even I am not old enough to have personally used “cup of Joe” but it somehow popped into my brain.  Things popping into brains, hmmmm, that could be another story. 

Well, back to “blessings”.  Sipping my cup of Joe, not doing housework, bookwork or really any work, I put my thinking cap on and I thought.  And I thought.  Then I thought some more.  Nothing was really happening in the thinking up profound statements part of my brain.  So I did what I always do when I’m stumped.  I grabbed a piece of chocolate.  I’m partial to Dove dark chocolate so I opened one of those suckers up, popped the little piece of heaven into my waiting mouth.  Ummm, I can taste it now.  Wait a sec. 

OK, anyway, I’m still thinking while drinking coffee and salivating over a piece of chocolate when I notice that I still have the candy wrapper in my hand.  Well, dang.  The Dove people have done it again because this one said “blessings only come to those who notice”!!!!  Ta Da!!  There you have it – my very own profound statement.  So for now and forever after when you think of blessings you will also think of chocolate – sorry about that. 

But even better is the fact that when you think (meaning eat) chocolate, you will always think of your blessings.  You’re welcome. 

(Kinda makes you wonder tho what’s happening in my brain that I can take a candy wrapper and turn it into a thousand word essay.)

I was reading someone’s blog the other day that mentioned she’d like to see snow for Christmas.  Be careful what you wish for girl.  It seems we get some snow a couple times a week and while it’s beautiful when the world is covered in glistening white, it is not a happy, gleeful, awe-struck feeling you get when you have to go out in it or shovel it.  Then it’s just a pain in the patooty.  Here’s last night’s offering:

That’s a bench in front of the tree.  Care to sit?

 

Still want snow?  Come & get it.  Free.  I might even pay you.

I thought I’d show a few pictures of my Christmas decorating attempts.  Don’t try this at home, you can do better!

 

 

 

Merry Christmas with hugs to all my friends – both old and new!