The holidays are a funny time of year. They bring out the best, and the worst in people. Of course it's a time of giving, but it's also a time for a-holes and Debbie-downers. No judgment here (unless you're an a-hole), because the winter weather, as much as I love thee, sometimes makes me blue. I've noticed in the past week my level of crankiness, sluggishness and overall Candyness has been on a downward slope.
Which is why I'm a big believer in giving back.
If you ever wonder why I talk (talk, talk, talk, talk) so much about donating time or money or blood, or bone marrow or a smile, it's because I truly think focusing attention on someone else when you're feeling down, helps. And there's going to be some of you saying BAHUMBUG. And depending on what time of the day (like morning...grrr), I'm right there with you.
And though it's not widely known outside of my beautiful blog community, the holidays have been REALLY hard ever since I found out about my father. The details are many, and make no difference to you, but the politics revolving around him, his death, and his mother who won't speak to me (even at Christmas), kind of make this is heart-wrenching time in Candyland.
But then I remember there's always someone who has it worse off.
Today, friends, I'm just having one of those BAHUMBUG days. So I encourage you to slap me around in the comments a little. Go ahead. Tell me a joke. A limmerick (Linda...). A Christmas story with a HAPPY ending. Or literally, just write *SLAP*
Candylandhastheblues.OUT.<---should totally be a country song