Blood, Sweat, and Tears

"Writing styles are not easy to come by, they are forged by fire, they are cooled by the tears of ones own eyes, and they are oiled by the authors own blood; sheathing that style is an entirely new level of pain." - Shy willow

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

What's Happening this Month? 1/2013

January 2012

December spans 31 days.

Daily Observances

1st - New Year's Day
8th- Bubble Bath Day & Clean off Your Desk Day & Elvis's Birthday (Uh-huh-hu)
11th- National Human Trafficking Awareness Day
3rd Monday - Martin Luther King Jr. Day
21st- National Hugging Day
26th- Australia Day

Week Long Observances

Cuckoo Dancing Week
National Creative Frugality Week

Month Long Observances

National Thank you Month
National Oatmeal Month ( Who-Rae is going to love this!!)
Celebration of Life Month

Personal Self-Defense Awareness Month
National Gourmet Coffee Month (This is what I have been waiting for!!)

Bath Safety Month
Tea Month 

Birthstone: garnet
Flower cottage pink Dianthus caryophyllus or galanthus
Zodiacs: Capricorn or Aquarius

And because I couldn't Help it...

T'was the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse;
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I had to taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist;

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared,
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared;

The wine and the rum balls; the bread and the cheese,
and the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt,
and prepared once again to do battle with dirt,
I said to myself, as only I can,
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"

So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
'til all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore,
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

Author Unknown
Compliments of RTA

Special Thanks to the November listings in Wikipedia, Daily & Monthly Holidays, Butler Webs


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