Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas?

I believe in Santa Claus but there was a time I thought I had grown to old.  He became a dream to me until one Christmas Eve someone stood beside my bed with a beard of white. “So you’re too old for Santa Claus,” he said with a smile.  “Then you’re too old for all the things that make a life worth while, for what is happiness but dreams and do they all come true.  Look at me and tell me son what is real to you.”

Just believe in Santa Claus like you believe in love.  Just believe in Santa Claus and everything he does. Wipe that question from your mind, yes he does exist–just like love you know he’s there waiting to be missed. Just like love I know he’s there, waiting to be me missed.

That was an excerpt from “Year Without a Santa Claus”   I love Christmastime.

I had a good day today. It was the first day of my vacation!!!  I slept in a little, but not too much. I wrapped a ton of presents, and realized I’m really well off in what I have to get done for Christmas.  I wrapped at the Red Cross Booth and Liz stopped by to say hi Mom started baking…I took my family out to dinner with my Christmas bonus and my brother came   Then I helped Mom make a super large batch of cereal bars!  Now let me tell you about the cereal bar conundrum. First off–they’re delicious. They’re a peanutbuttery-chocolate, cruncy mouthful of goodness. So much that my uncle would pick all of them out of the “community” cookie tin on Christmas Eve and everyone (namely my brother and I) would complain that he eats them all–My mom started to make him his very own batch for Christmas…and also for his birthday a month later… But STILL he picks them out of the community tin…. grr!  So tonight my mom was contemplating making a double batch now and possibly making more later… or to triple it now and be done with it. I told her if she couldn’t promise to make them later then she should do it all now, no matter how hard it would be to stir all the yumminess in one pan….I ended up helping her because I was too bah-humbug to work on my gingerbread house… and boy-oh-boy is it tough to stir all that cereal into the melting peanut butter, and then stir in all the chocolate morsels…But it was worth it!! Instead of the 108…it made 180!!!! woohoo!!!

So I have wisely decided that I will not make the entire gingerbread out of scratch…I have bought the kit. I figure it’s like 3 days until it’s got to be done, and I’m not even quite sure what I’m doing yet… I figure it’s a good starting point for years to come. Although I did read one tip online that my instructions have not included. That tip is to decorate all of the pieces before assembling… that way you can ensure straight lines and it’ll be easier to tack on candies because gravity will hold them down onto the walls instead of dragging them down to the ground.

So I’m excited. Christmas Eve is at our house! Thanks only to my aunt and uncle having to work at their store Christmas Eve…So I have to finish decorating too. Also, I bought this silver angel with a saying engraved on it… Which really makes me think of my cousin and I would like to give it to him excepting that it’s really girlie…Therefore I think I might take on the project of making something for him with the saying on it. It’s from Mother Teresa–”I know that God will not give me anything I cannot handle. I just wish he didn’t trust me so much.”

OH!!I also made 4 boxes tonight for my mom to put truffles in for gifts I’m just moving along!

I’m sure I’ll have another post before Christmas, but if not. Merry Christmas to all! and if your offended by that then wish me a Happy Chanukkah, Solstice, or Kwanza… I won’t be offended because I would like to have all those holidays  happy for me too… Until about 13 seconds ago I was always pissed off when people would say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Happy Chanukkah” or what have you… But I realized that while it serves the purpose to not offend a person when you don’t know what holiday they celebrate…It also is bestowing upon the recipient 4 happy holidays in one greeting… I am typically adament about wishing EVERYONE a Merry Christmas…and getting offended that people would say the generic “HH” to me… But they are wishing me 4 happy holidays, not just one merry one… although then you must weigh the difference between 1 merry and 4 happys…. any ideas on the exchange rate for that one?

Anyway, my point is I’m stoked about my vacation, thrilled to have such wonderful friends looking out for me, esteemed to realize just how much my parents care about me (my dad has been hugging me a lot more recently, and he even danced with me this morning in the kitchen), and I’m glad to have atleast some of my typical Christmas spirit. Maybe I should dig out the ol’ Coloring books

Well everyone—Have some happy holidays and merriment all through the season!

Quickie.

So I have amazing friends… I’ve had an incredibly difficult and stressful time this past week (or two :-\ ) and today everything got magically better.  My friends at work put together a treasure hunt for me!  I had these clues that were pretty tricky and they gave me little presents along the way! It was super cool and it made me feel soo loved. I just can’t put into words my gratitude for their effort.  I am blessed.

Bummer.

Such a bad day today. I’d like to say things can’t get much worse; but alas, I know they can–and for that I am thankful. But for this day, FUCK OFF.

YOU MUST OBEY

SoOoOoOo…my 8 ball is mad at me.  Yesterday I did something it told me not to do. I came home and asked if it was mad at me. I replied “it is certain”  I asked if there is something I can do to make it up to my 8 ball, it told me yes… I have not yet figured out what that is.  So just now I thought maybe it’s anger has worn off so I asked again it said “Better not tell you now” I pleaded with it for an answer and it said “YES”

any ideas what will dig me out of this hole?

Secret Santa.

The name I drew this year for my family’s Secret Santa shindig was that of my Uncle Brian.  We had fished around with the idea of making gifts this year…Many of the men objected, it was a big fiasco so we decided that who ever wanted to make a gift could do so and others would buy their gifts… Fine whatever.  I wanted to make mine.  I was quite honestly hoping to get a female, I could then make some sort of scrapbooking album or get them supplies to make their own etc… but I got a male.

Now you know those surveys that are going around on Myspace, and just started hitting emails….the ones that ask a bunch of unrelated questions, questions that no one really wants to read the answers too but they do when they delete them to fill in their own? yea those surveys. Well my family has been passing a few around… and on the Christmas one there was a question; “Do you have a navitiy set?”  My uncle’s response was “no, but it would make a very nice gift” (keep in mind I’m paraphrasing I have no real idea what his exact words are). Nonetheless I knew I couldn’t afford to purcahse one so I decided to draw him one.  And this is what it has turned out to be:

Comments, and Constructive Critism welcome.

My next dilema: the dimensions are 11-3/4″ X 8-3/4″  ….Standard frames come in 8X10, 9X11, and 12X18….What do I do?  I can’t afford to get it custom framed… so now what? Help please!!

Wasted Anger.

I like to experiment with my dinner when I’m cooking. This summer I came up with quite a few BBQ and teryaki sauces for my chicken, and I’ve turned my family on to Buffalo meat BIG time… But now, my favorite grocer no longer keeps it in stock. F*Off.

Anyway, one of my most recent experiments went down the drain, and it soo pissed me off that I gave up on it and took my family out to eat…and I still couldn’t bring myself to go near the food after I fixed it and they ate it for dinner the next night… I was PMSing and was seriously MAD at the pork I was attempting to cook. ::SIGH::  But anyways, I was so upset that night that I never blogged about it… I did however take a picture of the aftermath, and while I was uploading pictures I needed for tonights post, I found this one; so now that I can actually speak about this incident, I thought I’d share that picture…

delish.

The Painted Veil

Last night my dad and I were watching The Painted Veil.  I left a little more than half-way through to hang-out with Mom in the stamp room but quickly realized I had no motivation to create anything so I left and blogged… But I had recorded the rest of the movie to watch tonight. Which I watched with both parents after updating Mom on the first portion of the movie…  It was a good movie. There were some great artistic and languistic moments that really drew me in. The story line had some predicatbility, but what movies don’t…It wasn’t completely predictable though, which was good. The ending was surprising (and by ending I don’t mean the last 5 minutes I mean the downfall of the climax, before the resolution in the past 5 minutes) About a 1/2 hr before this point my dad threw a napkin on my lap…so for the next 25 mintues I was wondering what I was going to be crying about… Then at minute 26 I was like no! I will not cry over this foolishness! then at minute 29 there was a tiny emotional switch that threw me over the edge. Tears streamed down my face, my sinuses loosened way up…and alas I was crying.  The resolution came and it gave me time enough to collect my voice so that by the rolling credits I could exclaim “Dad, that was an AWFUL movie” but the tears that had not rolled down my cheeks were stuck in my voice and my facade was gone… But that’s okay, he knew it would make me cry and that’s a good thing. It made me warm and fuzzy inside again, if only for that brief emotional moment.
I love my Dad.

Knuckles.

Okay so I said I was going to bed, but inspired by my last post I had to go search for pictures of Knuckes… and I found some mighty cute ones so I’m going to share them now….

(If you hold your cursor over the pictures you’ll see my fantabulous quotes!)

Cry Me A River.

Last night, for the first time in a while, I let Knuckles sleep in my bed… He’s a riot, he likes to sleep with his head cocked all the way back, neck stretched as far as it’ll go… I woke up a few time and fixed it for him, thinking that he was going to be in pain from it but nonetheless he kept putting it back (and in MY pillow space by the way) (oh and P.S. we share my tiny twin bed…)  So anyway, finally I got tired of forcing him to move his head so I just used his head as my pillow… It worked for a while, then he must have gotten tired of it because he jumped down and got in his own bed… He is cute though, and if you put your hand on his nose-it stops him from snoring!!! (consequently it also significantly stops his breathing so be sure NOT to fall asleep with your hand over his nose!)

Anyway, tonights bedtime laid out much different. We’re going to bed and he obviously isn’t ready for nigh-nights… He crawls under my bed and is sniffing something so intensely I had to see what he was doing…he wasn’t really sniffing anything besides my bedskirt.  So he crawls out, and then he decides to leave the room, but it’s bedtime so he gets called back in…then Scoop-his number one playmate mosies on in and he thinks it’s play time so of course he starts pawing at her and yada yada long story long–he realizes it’s bedtime so he sits next to my bed and begins to whimper. And continues to whimper so that it becomes a whine, and a loud whine at that… 10 minutes go by and periodically he gets distracted by a new air scent but not for more than a couple seconds…and at the end of those 10 minutes my dad comes in half asleep and half pissed-off and asks what Knuckles is crying about…”he’s crying cuz he wants to get on my bed.” Dad leaves, Knucks miraculusly goes to bed. TaDa!

Lame post I know, but my dog is the biggest baby. :-\

Okay so this morning before work I asked my 8-ball a bunch of questions about how my day would pan out… and I don’t want to get into to many more boring details, but it was pretty right…:::bows down to magic 8-ball::: I have yet to build its shrine, but it’s December, my busiest creation time… it will understand. It feels my love. Feel my love. Can you feel my love?

SOO Santa came early this year!  He actually came yesterday in a brown truck with a gold shield on it, and a semi-cute guy who’s like 4 years younger than me but nonetheless…Santa brought 2 Vera Bradley bags… and I’M NOT SHARING!    I was going to only take one, but I couldn’t decide, and when I had decided I wanted to change my mind…. One of those situations where you can never feel confidant… So Mom suggested I keep both of them SCORE!  I love them so much that I’m hanging out with them right now…and they will probably sleep with me tonight.  Yes I realize that is weird but my dog can’t stand rejection (neither can I though) and if my 8 ball falls off the bed in the middle of the night it might smash!! and we can’t have that now can we? Sooo tonight I will sleep with Vera. oh la la.

Any other randomness I can throw at you? Oh So I dropped my cellphone on the ground today… when I got out of my car to go to work… Later I found it sitting in a puddle…and it was all scratched up and had muddiness all on it and hoopla. It survived though. So I am happy-

Uhm I believe my G star comes home this weekend so I am super-stoked. Even though now I have no more Eyes Wide Open tales. But that is okay. I will have other tales, hopefully.

Alas, I must get up “early” for work tomorrow so I shall cut this randomness “short”   adeiu my loves and faithful readers!

Dear Chefboyardee

Dear Chefboyardee,

Next time I buy Beefaroni, can you make sure you add the beef (or whatever fake by-product it is that you call beef), this can had none. Oh and while your at it can you throw in a pinch of taste?

Thanks.

Yea, disgusting, don’t even know why I had that can sitting on my lazy susan… atleast now it’s gone.

So let me just tell you. I’m in love. With my Magic 8-ball. It’s awesome.  It’s so totally honest with me. We have sort of this relationship going… When I don’t really want to know the answer to my question it gives me one of those “concentrate and ask again” replies. Sometimes its just brutally honest with me and says “NO! Eyes Wide Open is not thinking about you right now, he’s getting obliterated with his friends and having fun without you while you sit at home bleeding into that diaper because Eve was deceived by that fucking serpent so forever you must suffer on a monthly basis!”  Well not in those words exactly but ya get the point.

I think I’m going to build a nice comfy box/bed for my 8-ball.  It’s just that good.  And I’m kind enough to not test our trust… I used to, but it just came back to bite my ass, so now i just have faith. And all will work out.  I’m thinking maybe nice lime green velour with lots of cushy padding…and some sort of trim. Perhaps pink, but not to girly because I haven’t figured out yet if there is male or female energy coming from this magical ball of knowledge. Go ahead laugh, it was the greatest 8 dollars I’ve spent.

Do you have a question for my fantabulous magic 8-ball?