The Tree Star

I'm still entertaining family for the Holidays, while the BIGGEST BASKETBALL TOURNAMENT in the state of Texas is going on. (more on that later) I had a wedding yesterday, which I'll share with you soon, but as the family and guests sleep, I wake up at 4 am thinking about all the things I need to do. Oh, and remembering the sweaty basketball clothes I promised I would wash before today's game. So, that's what I'm really doing. Waiting on my 17 year old washer to finish so I can put them in the dryer. I know it's 17 years old because we bought it when I was pregnant with our first child. You know, for all those environmentally safe diapers I was planning on buying and washing by hand. (insert insane hysterical laughter)

Anyone else have a 17 year old washer and dryer? If you do, you have one of those husbands that can fix anything. I'm glad that man can, but sometimes, on nights when I really want to sleep and not listen to the squeaking of the last "honey, I can fix this" job, I wish for a new one. A bright shiny new one. A bright shiny new one that doesn't squeak and keep me awake.

See that star on top of that tree in my pretty tree photo? I made that our first Christmas in the Farm House. It's from those trees that my Handyman loves at that place. They are 40+ year old pecan trees taller than any tree around for miles and of course they produce sticks and sticks of branches that break with every big wind storm. I collected several and painted them white and tied them together with string. I love our tree star. It reminds me of the old house and a place when time was simple. Putting it on our tree brings a reminder of a place we raised our little ones, a place full of memories and good times.

and a squeaky washer

Merry Christmas from me and the Handyman.