The other day I mumbled about holiday traditions, saying at the end that I was going to do three things to make my holiday fun this year.
1. Hide Rob's presents. This turned out very well. He found half or so on his own, then most of the rest with the aid of "warmer, colder", and I practically had to show him the one wedged protectively in between the wall of the wastebasket and the trash bag. Hee! Fun. :-)
2. Bake. I did only about half the baking I intended to do, and that's REALLY GOOD because now we have way the @#$! too much brownie and sugar cookie and suchlike hanging around here. Plus my sister-in-law sent handmade caramels and my dad sent fudge and my mom gave me a box of Godiva truffles (mmmmmm!) and we leave in, now, less than a week... into the freezer go the goodies!
3. Make pancakes. I must stoutly confess that I suck at this. I learned NOT to fry them in margarine, much as I like the taste, because margarine burns awfully quickly. I learned NOT to have the pan nearly as hot as it said to, because that leads to charring on the outside and rawness on the inside. By the end of my batch they were coming out okay. Better luck next year. Dad will be doing them!
Another tradition was upheld through no doing of mine. Our family always has stockings filled with practical little thingamajigs. For about five years running everybody got a pair of scissors each year. There was often Scotch tape. After the scissors came the Battery Period, then the Nail Clipper Era. There's always a bit of candy and a pocket pack of Kleenex. Well... this year my dad MAILED Rob and me a pair of stockings containing nail clippers, Life Savers, Scotch tape, and kleenex! :-)
I played all the familiar albums, too, from the religious cheer of Amy Grant to the CD of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I'm content.
1. Hide Rob's presents. This turned out very well. He found half or so on his own, then most of the rest with the aid of "warmer, colder", and I practically had to show him the one wedged protectively in between the wall of the wastebasket and the trash bag. Hee! Fun. :-)
2. Bake. I did only about half the baking I intended to do, and that's REALLY GOOD because now we have way the @#$! too much brownie and sugar cookie and suchlike hanging around here. Plus my sister-in-law sent handmade caramels and my dad sent fudge and my mom gave me a box of Godiva truffles (mmmmmm!) and we leave in, now, less than a week... into the freezer go the goodies!
3. Make pancakes. I must stoutly confess that I suck at this. I learned NOT to fry them in margarine, much as I like the taste, because margarine burns awfully quickly. I learned NOT to have the pan nearly as hot as it said to, because that leads to charring on the outside and rawness on the inside. By the end of my batch they were coming out okay. Better luck next year. Dad will be doing them!
Another tradition was upheld through no doing of mine. Our family always has stockings filled with practical little thingamajigs. For about five years running everybody got a pair of scissors each year. There was often Scotch tape. After the scissors came the Battery Period, then the Nail Clipper Era. There's always a bit of candy and a pocket pack of Kleenex. Well... this year my dad MAILED Rob and me a pair of stockings containing nail clippers, Life Savers, Scotch tape, and kleenex! :-)
I played all the familiar albums, too, from the religious cheer of Amy Grant to the CD of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I'm content.
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(It's been a week. Obviously my square dance withdrawals have started to kick in...)
Merry Christmas!!
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Better get a fix soon, before the withdrawal gets worse!
Merry Christmas!
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;-)
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When I put it on my wish list I was thinking of hanging it in my cube. I was a little surprised to realize it doesn't already have a hole for that!
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Hope you liked the pics, anyway.
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*stealthily relieves you of some of those baked goods*
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*running away*
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If we happened to be in the same place, you could share some of this chocolate for *free*. (O'course, the main reason I say that is that you're a friend, and the fact that I don't know what to do with lavender nail polish either is only a minor reason.)
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