I think the true spirit of Christmas is lost in modern day translation. I offer today as an example. I spent the day with a lady that has treated me like family since I was a kid. I have referred to her as a second mother to me over the years. She will always Mrs. D to me. We spent the day doing some work around her house today. It didn't even seem like work to me. It was spending time with a close friend that I do not see as often as I should. We spent several hours together just talking and working here & there. We had to run out to pick up some electrical outlets and Mrs. D insisted on treating at her favorite local hamburger stand. I did drop off a Christmas gift of chocolates and Mrs. D gave me a couple of shirts and a mat cutter. Now I am grateful for the gifts but the best gift was spending time with someone I love that I do not see often enough. That, to me, is the true spirit of the season.
In an effort to add some discipline to my easily distracted mind, I am creating this blog to practice writing and photography on a somewhat regular basis. The title comes from a story about my Irish Grandfather. When I was a baby anytime my mother would ask him if he wanted to hold me, he would say "Does he still shit in his pants?" It sounds like something I would say about a baby and it makes me laugh every time I think about it. BTW, YOU CAN CLICK ON ANY PICTURE TO SEE IT FULL SIZE.


this made me tear up. you are a a fricken good man, Greggory Glen Ross. I love my mama so much--thank you for loving her, too.
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