How do you spell "KITTY"?

If you have been following along on my Kitty Project, you'll know that it started WAYYYYYYYYYY back in September, as a month long project. However, it just didn't feel complete as the month came to a close, so I decided to go for another month. Here we are several months later, and I am still going. I have NOT committed to a whole year of KITTY, but I am willing to say that it isn't completely out of the question. I've been enjoying this project so much, and have learned a lot about myself, and my life along the way. It has, no doubt, been a blessing in my life.

Here is the second set for December. If you remember, I am plodding my way through the alphabet this month.

Day 100

(I is for ICE. We experienced several days of frozen weather. Everything froze. This was in the bottom of a bucket, I loved it combined with my Christmas lights.)

Day 101

(J is for JIGSAW. Sugar Bear and I LOVE puzzles.)

Day 102

(K is for KISSES....or Krazy-eyed Korey. tee hee)

Day 103

(L is for LENS. Oh how I love my 100mm macro lens. sigh....♥)

Day 104

(M is for MAILBOX. I have always enjoyed picking up the mail each day.)

Day 105

(N is for NECKLACE. I have been making some of these fun necklaces lately. So fun!)

Day 106

(O is for ORNAMENTS. Each and every ornament on Sugar Bear's means something special.)

Day 107

(P is for PRESENTS. I mean....how can it NOT? tee hee)

Day 108

(Q is for QUILTING supplies. I could spend hours in the fabric store. It is a darn good thing money doesn't leave my wallet easily, or I'd need an entire room in my house for all the fabric I'd buy.)

Have you ever spent your days with a single letter in you head? As you go about your life, you are constantly seeing everything in the form of which letter it starts with. Now THAT is an interesting experience. Go on....try it.

Christmas Break

Members of the Living and Loving household are taking a BREAK for Christmas. There are wayyyyyyyyyyyy too many fun things to partake in, to spend time on the computer. So.....we hope you have a wonderful Weekend. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but when I do...I'll have PLENTY to share. ♥

Wordless Wednesday~Letter to Santa

For more Wordless Wednesday, go HERE and HERE.

Twas the Night Before Christmas......

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

This is a repost for the second time. I simply can't let a holiday go by without sharing these photos from our 2006 Christmas card photoshoot. Isn't my Sugar the cutest little Mouse you have ever seen?????