Happy Holly Days!
SO glad they're over this year. I'm usually into the holidays from about September. The minute kids go back to school, I start daydreaming about Halloween and digging out decorations on October 1st. Christmas? The minute Thanksgiving is over, decorations go up.
Not this year.
Just feeling blah. Not depressed, just blah.
We didn't really celebrate Christmas much this year. Usually my daughter, Brandi, goes overboard with gifts for her dad and me. But this year I made her promise to spend only $50 on both of us. She did, but I could tell she didn't want to.
We both work retail, and at our job, I fell in love with this piggy bank. She's white, as you can see, wrapped with Christmas lights. I don't usually go gaga over pigs. I'm a horse-cat-dog person, but this little pig just captured my heart.
This was Brandi's Christmas gift to me. A little pig.
I love it.
In this picture, she rests briefly in a curio cabinet, but currently little piggy is sitting on my desk. I am a terrible saver. Always have been. But this little piggy, wrapped in her Christmas lights, is a reminder to put a few dollars away for the CRW writing conference coming up in May.
I missed the last one. Not this year. I'm determined to go. As you all know, conferences aren't cheap. They cost an arm and a leg. I can't just write a check, or put it on a credit card. I wish I could.
But I can save a little at a time until I have enough. And my little Christmas pig is going to help me keep my eye on that goal.
Thank you, Brandi, for giving me a pig for Christmas. Thank you for believing in me. I love you.