Tradition, Resolutions, and Rabies

My darlings, I am all about tradition, and I am willing to bet you are as well.  You have cooked the black-eyed peas and toasted with champagne, given a nod to necessary health changes (be they weight, flossing, or Kegel-related), and in a nutshell (no matter how transitory), vowed to be perfect in one way or another in 2011.  Oh, I bet you have acquired those traditional post-holiday Sunday blues as well.

(May I digress for just a moment?  I am a real fan of Sunday Night Football on NBC, mostly because of that great opening song performed by Faith Hill.  I am watching it now as I write.  So I ask you, if you work as hard at looking toned, hot and vivacious as she so commendably does why would you perform in front of millions of people with two inch long black roots in your flowing, blond mane of hair?  Just one of the many deep questions I will ponder this new year.)

As for me, though I am not yet foaming at the mouth (I checked by asking Husband, who said no foam as yet, but rabid, aggressive symptoms well underway), I  am caught up in my traditional New Year cleaning, purging, and shedding frenzy. The excess and clutter (not to mention dried pine needles)  of Christmas have done me in.  Anything not pinned down, consumable, or breathing (sometimes not even THAT) is subject to banishment in my annual pilgrimage to that elusive place, LIFE  SIMPLIFICATION  and it's twin locale, the ever-marketable  ORGANIZATION.   I can see you nodding your head in agreement.

Gone are the days when our homes consisted of little more than an uncomfortable sofa and star burst clock.  (Though the sofa and clock probably both reeked of cigarette smoke, and I am grateful I don't have  to rid my house or lungs of that stench, and for this I am grateful, gratitude also being on my resolution list.)

Since this ritual cleansing and purging has been going on in my home for years, I thought you might appreciate a few tips.  

Finally, move one thing you use daily, anything, from its accustomed spot (the coffee pot always works for me) to a new location.  It will give you a fresh way of looking at things, a little spring in your domestic step, and is less expensive than redecorating.

Oh, one MORE thing.  When your work is done (or at least the first floor), go buy yourself some flowers to fill the Christmas void.  You deserve it.

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