In His Steps

So I've skipped a lot of blogs lately, but much of what has happened to me wasn't worth it's own post. During and after Christmas, I had a terrible flu which I passed on to my husband. Our New Year's was extremely chill as a result. We had a couple friends over, had Martinelli's, played games, and watched Mythbusters to welcome in the new year. I don't even remember what we ate. A couple weeks later, we had our Twelfth Night party, which celebrates the Twelve Days of Christmas. It's always January 6th, but we ended up postponing it a week due to scheduling issues and my sickness. Twelfth Night was loads of fun. We played more games and caught up with each other. I made aebleskivers, hot apple cider, pork loin with apples, and Camilla made a delicious chicken and veggie pie. Rosslyn grilled cabbage in butter and spices and just overall, we ate way too well that night. No one went home hungry. During this, my husband also got sick again (or some more, not ...

Two weeks ago I noticed two things: 1) I did not need my lizard lamp at all to maintain my mood, even with doctor's visits, and 2) I had the urge to purge. Purge my house, that is. I bought a couple new items for my wardrobe after some of my wardrobe staples wore out and then went to put them away in my dresser. Said dresser was full (it's a three drawer, 3.5' x 3' dresser, so it isn't huge). I looked in my closet. My half was full there as well. I became irrationally irritated. I didn't wear half of this crap! I left the new items on top of the dresser for a few days. I then went into my craft room. It had a two foot high pile of papers and shipping materials trying unsuccessfully to hide between my shelving unit and the little two drawer filing cabinet. The surge of irrational anger returned. The anger was familiar. I've had it before. It means I've had it, in general, with things. Stuff. Items. Junk. There was just far too much of it. So, on a Tue...