We’re on our way to Greensboro.
The forecast is for rain all the way. 😦
At least the sun won’t be in my eyes.
That’s always a problem in the wintertime because the sun never gets high enough that it isn’t in the eyes.
Those of you in the northern latitudes have it worse than I do..
Good Morning Everyone. The dogs and I have been up for a while. Being stuck in a house with a 2 and half year old Lab/Pit mix is about like being stuck in the house with a 2 and a half year old cranky child. Nothing makes her happy. She barks, She whines. She wants out to play, but it is raining. Finally Dr. Doolittle awoke and he has all his animals in the bedroom with him.
Update on the children’s table. Alas there will not be one. I went into the attic yesterday to get it down and couldn’t find it. I know it was at the other house, but I don’t know where it is here….just another THING that I have lost along the way. It was my play table as a child. It was in BG’s nursery and as she grew we had tea parties…I treasured a vision of a granddaughter one day having tea parties with me. I have one more place to look.
Anyway while I was in the attic I found a chair so we will be OK. There will be 7 of us and we can all sit at the big table together.
I have to go back to the store for the things I forgot yesterday! I have to cook some today. I think Mr. P and I may have grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup tonight after church and watch It’s a Wonderful Life….
Merry Christmas, everyone! This evening we will have a small Christmas party with the local believers and a few others. Not a big bash like we sometimes have, but there will be some who hear the gospel. Tomorrow the missionaries will get together for Christmas dinner.
Musical Advent Calendar – Day 24: This gentle hymn of the Nativity was written by Cecil Frances Alexander and published in her book ‘Hymns for Little Children’. It has been used every year since 1919 as the processional for King’s College Christmas Eve service.
Once in royal David’s city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.
He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Savior holy.
And through all His wondrous childhood
He would honor and obey,
Love and watch the lowly maiden,
In whose gentle arms He lay:
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.
For he is our childhood’s pattern;
Day by day, like us He grew;
He was little, weak and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew;
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above,
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him; but in heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
Where like stars His children crowned
All in white shall wait around.
Enjoy your party and greet our friends from me, Aji. Say hello to the other missionaries too!
More people will be added to the hordes today. Second siblings and second sibling-in-law come today and stay over for Christmas. I have to make the traditional tortiere. We will eat it tonight, as tomorrow will be turkey dinner.
25 for dinner at my sister-in-law’s house. Our family, her family and some outlaws. I’ll be up soon to make the Yule Log, the. To the grocery store for fresh items when 9 join us for lunch, then caroling, then the dinner party, then singing at the 10 o’clock service.
I need to finish the Narnia project at some point, but my daughter said she would help.
Tomorrow, the same 25 meet for dinner and games at my son’s house. We’ll play the exchange game and other party games. It’s raining here, so I think my joy will be complete!
It’s pouring rain and booming thunder here in Atlanta. Not at all good for last minute shopping. I am waiting for the plumber to fix our most recent problem. Ha! The cloud fountains are having an indoor echo at our bathroom sink.
We will try to attend a Christmas Eve service now that Art is not “tethered” as he referred to his former constant companion catheter bag.
This weather is so unusual. Maybe God is using it to dampen any planned terrorist activities. We never know what He is doing behind the scenes. He is good!
Merry Christmas, Friends Near and Far and Very Far!!!
Roscuro, we sang that song Sunday, and in our tradition you sing all the verses. So my husband and I looked at each other in dismay and did not sing this line:
“Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.”
No. That’s the whole point of the Gospel, that it isn’t about our goodness! (Besides, since when is “mildness” an essential part of holiness?)
I have once again been to the grocery store. I am now at the point that I we don’t have it we won’t have it.
Off to put together the bread pudding. I have told Mr. P that I make really good bread pudding but he has yet to have it.
Got the last gift (for a co-worker) wrapped this morning (why didn’t I do it last night?? — hate it when I leave stuff for the morning, a time when I’m not particularly ‘with it’ anyway).
It’s off to work for me today, but at least I found a story I can do — would be good to have 2, but it probably won’t happen. Our city editor is off this week so the higher ups were frantically calling us each yesterday, desperate for STORIES, anything they can use for the long weekend ahead … They simply need to start filling all our vacancies or just give the whole thing up! Argh. You can’t run a decent newspaper on so few resources, our staffs are down to practically nothing. Add to that the near impossibility of reaching sources this week …
We’re supposed to get off ‘early’ if we’re done (probably mid-afternoon), then I’m heading up to the Christmas Eve service with Carol at 1st Hollywood Pres. Oh, and we also have to drop one of her books in the library drop box. Of course. 😉 Wouldn’t be a trip to see Carol without at least one errand to run. I just hope there aren’t a bunch of homeless outside the library tonight, they usually congregate there and it’ll be dark.
Traffic is usually pretty easy on Christmas Eve, though, it clears out later in the evening. But lots of driving for me tonight.
Have a good day & Christmas Eve night and Christmas morning, everyone.
Since I am the only adult here, we are going with my family tradition and setting up the tree on Christmas Eve. Nine year old in glasses just got the artificial tree together and placed it on the table. It is about five feet tall. He is now decorating it with strings of bells. Soon we will pop popcorn and string it and cloves to hang on the tree. Maybe a few snowflakes and some of those loop strings.
Sounds gorgeous Mumsee. Be sure to take a photo to send to AJ.C
Hubs just sent a text asking what that perfume was that Son and I talked about. Well I know it sure isn’t for me! I am glad to know he will be buying a nice gift for this woman. I made it pretty fool proof. I sent a photo of the bottle and the name of the perfume.
FEDEX just delivered my Cordon Bleu bowls. I am so excited! They are unpacked and in the sink soaking.
Bread pudding is in the oven. Up next is to make the sweet potato casserole. Life is looking pretty good right this moment. Now if I can get my husband home safely and my chick in the nest tonight I will be doing just fine.
Oh, and yes I did buy the nicorette gum and put it in her stocking.
“Where is your needle, nine year old, so you can string some more?”
“OH! Up there!”
“Well, guess you need to go back up there into the tree to get it. Next time, remember to take the needle off of the popcorn string before you hang it. Good work, bud.”
Aaaand the power is out. It’s a beautiful, clear blue sky type of day. I guess the beautiful hoarfrost was too much for the power line somewhere. Hopefully it will be back on soon as we need power for heat, water and light.
I guess that solves the “what cookies should daughter and I make today?” question. 🙂
Michele, we do the game exactly like you do – we call it The Yankee Swap. We do it sometime between Christmas and New Years, on a day when everyone, including those who go elsewhere on Christmas, can get together. We usually have between 20 and 30 people. We always host it and my sister always makes prime rib and the delicious “chicken things,” which is a concoction of chicken, broccoli, cream cheese, garlic, and some other stuff, wrapped and baked in filo dough. We provide everything else. This year we’re doing it on New Years Day.
For the little ones, we have a pre-selected gift. When their number comes up, we direct them to which gift to open. That way, they get to participate, too.
It’s still raining cats and dogs, but I have not seen Miss Bosley dropping from the sky yet.
The plumber is in the midst but had to run out to plumbing supply place. Of course we have no water, except outside of course. This has turned into quite an interesting Christmas week. I have not wrapped a single gift and have little to wrap since I have not found much time to shop. I can’t do much in the kitchen without water so I pulled out my Sudoku book and surprised myself with success at my first try on a medium difficulty puzzle.
I am grafting myself onto Michelle’s Family Tree now that I have the recipe for Aunt Arly’s potatoes. I won’t be making them today, but soon…very soon.
Kare, we had our power out yesterday. We had to go into town to pick up a gift we had ordered that was in, and when we came back, I opened the blinds in the bedroom so I could see enough to wrap gifts, and by the time I was finished the power was back on. But I had almost put a load of wash in the washing machine right before the power went out, and I was glad I had waited.
I have just one food item to take tonight and it’s mostly done. Daughter is making what we are taking tomorrow. Tree is decorated, gifts wrapped.
I never did get the Christmas letter done. Basically we just have too many “news items” that are still awaiting their ending to send out a letter just yet, so I decided I probably should just do a New Year’s Note instead, or even skip it altogether this year. This is kind of a “bah humbug” year for me, but it will be nice to see family tonight. (But my husband is sick and can’t go, and one daughter is working and can’t go, and the other daughter is going with her fiance, so I’m back to being the only “single” in a group of couples, and it’s his family . . . not my first choice, but that’s life.)
I am about to commit an act of love that few will understand. I am going outside to strip turnip greens from their stems. Once that is completed, I will come back in the kitchen and wash and wash, and wash and wash them before I cook them.
I think mine will be like cinnamon rolls or monkey bread. I don’t know. Just a recipe I saw in the NEWSPAPER (did you hear me, Donna? I read the newspaper).
I make an eggnog trifle. You make vanilla pudding but instead of using milk you use egg nog. you layer it with pound cake cubes and strawberries. It is very good. I have the recipe around here somewhere.
Sure.
You know the secret to really good greens is to only cook them in the water that clings to the leaves after you clean them. I really hope I haven’t ruined them the cured pork smelled funny, but then that sort of thing often does.
Here’s a question for those who take food to someone else’s house or have others bring food to yours: how do you decide what people bring?
My mother-in-law was cooking before I was born, and she’s an excellent cook and particularly known for her baked goods. I can’t compete and wouldn’t try to. But I usually get assigned something to bring, and it’s most often something I’d never cook, and often something I don’t eat. I’d rather be told “Bring something sweet” or “bring finger food” or “a side dish” or whatever. Generally I’m taking something I’ve never made before–I’d never do that for a potluck, as I want something I feel confident making–and I try to kind of slip it onto the table without anyone knowing I brought it, since it doesn’t usually look as good as other people’s offerings.
The first three times or so I was asked to bring green-bean casserole, and I finally said, “I don’t eat green-bean casserole, and I can’t stand the smell of the stuff. Yes, the girls might have taken it in the past, but it is not ‘my thing,’ and I don’t want that to be the dish I take.” So they said I could bring something else, and I took a salad that’s a favorite in my family, but this is a picky family and no one was used to eating it, so as I recall no one but me even tried it.
If we were all marrying young and sorting it out together, I’d feel like I was at less of a disadvantage. But the other couple near my age is the daughter (and thus has been cooking with her mom for half a century) and even the people younger than I am have been part of the family for more than 20 years (except for my nephew’s wife, but that generation of the family generally doesn’t have to bring anything and she has been in the family a bit longer than I have anyway).
Anyway, I have no idea how most families do it. I sort of think Mom “assigned” stuff to my sisters-in-law, too, like having one bring pies and someone else bring pickles and olives. But I think there was some sense that this one likes to bake, this one wants something she doesn’t have to prepare ahead of time since she is traveling to come see us, and so forth. The others have things that are “oh wonderful, you made your good muffins!” but for me it’s just someone else’s specialty that I’ve been asked to bring this time. I think part of it is that I really am not used to making “finger foods,” but I do have some that I could happily bring if I were just given a category, or I could look up a recipe and find something fun, if it was a category for which I didn’t have a recipe.
I would say, “Husband, what are you taking to the family dinner?” and go on about my business. That is how we handle potlucks as well, and people coming to our house for dinner. Stress free. I will help with the clean up.
Categories (for bringing food) are definitely better that assigning something specific. It allows for more personal flexibility and creativity.
I’m still at work. Bah humbug. Ate an iced cake doughnut with sprinkles for lunch (breaking my good habits over the past several weeks). Since I didn’t bring a lunch today, I had to scavenge from among the holiday left-over paper plates lying around the newsroom. Not a pretty picture.
I feel your pain Cheryl. For Family Christmas I always get assigned to bring a dessert. I don’t eat many sweets and don’t enjoy making them. (That’s how I know about the eggnog trifle-I can buy the pound cake in the freezer section and there is nothing to making the pudding).
What is your specialty? Could you take that in addition to the “green bean casserole” or whatever it was that you were asked to make. Perhaps they just don’t know what you are comfortable with.
I am having my Bible study over Monday night. I gave two choices for what we could do:
1. Start the New Year Right–bring all your Christmas Leftovers
2. Gumbo
Everyone chose gumbo so I told what I usually serve with it. Salad, Blondies, crusty bread, and asked who would like to bring what. A woman popped in that she would bring something that people who can’t eat seafood could eat. At first it irritated me. I can get the gumbo to the point that everyone can eat it and then add the shrimp at the end to only half of it, but then I got over it.
If all else fails, ask it you can bring something that is special to your family. You, your husband, and the girls. That’s where traditions start and one day you will be the matriarch having the girls, their husbands, and children at you home.
Way back at the beginning, my newly married sister in law brought a huge bowl of cranberry salad. Nobody in my family had ever eaten a fresh cranberry and were not about to start now. I could not believe she would bring such a thing. Now I can’t believe we did not try it and find out how good the food is she prepares.
Which is why I never ask anybody to bring any specific thing when they come here. And tell them to bring nothing most times. Some bring something anyway and we make sure we enjoy it whatever it is.
I have been given an assigned dish once to bring when a classmate 8 Wesley ‘ s kindergarten class died. I was assigned to bring a brocoli and cauliflower salad. I located a recipe in my Southern Living cookbook and found it to be wonderful. I believe it is called green and white salad in case anyone needs a good recipe. I did not like being assigned what to bring, but it turned out for good.
Cheryl, since my family has differing likes and dislikes, I have found I can make a base of ingredients and then make half into one thing and half into something else. Maybe if you like squash casserole, the ingredients for green bean casserole, without the beans, might work well for squash, or maybe potatoes and cheese, or whatever. It takes a little experimenting, but you might find something everyone likes. I would guess that perhaps you were assigned green bean casserole because it is fairly easy and does not take much time to throw together. Maybe it was out of consideration that you were asked to bring it instead of some time consuming concoction.
But, in husband’s absence, we have been able to survive. The children make their own breakfast. Yesterday they each made pancakes. And they each can fry up a mean egg and cheese sandwich for supper. That just leaves me dinner. Yesterday was crockpot venison chili with enough leftovers for today. It was delicious and lots of folk had seconds.
Cheryl, I feel your pain! Maybe when asked to bring the green bean casserole, you could say something about bringing a vegetable dish of some sort, and then make something you enjoy making AND eating. If it’s something you’ve made for your husband and he liked it, then all the merrier!
I don’t like potlucks as I am not a great cook with lots of food allergies and my husband cannot have onions (Chas would like our house) so even though I use garlic and other seasonings, things don’t taste “right” to so many people. I always struggle with what to bring and usually bring something that my husband and I can eat, even if no one else partakes of it.
I just got a text telling me to pick up baguettes on my way over . . . I’ve already been to the grocery store today and have struggled with that order . . . we’ll stop, but I’m not happy.
OTOH, she didn’t know I just fed lunch to 13 . . .
We divvy and discuss, but then, I’m one of the “senior” members now and I care less than anyone else what I bring. Today I’ve made the Ule log for tonight and Auntie Arly’s potatoes for tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll bake a ham and, horrors, make my mother-in-law’s sweet potatoes at the other house. I fully expect my sister-in-law, who is making dinner tonight, to take over on the sweet potatoes since it’s her mother’s recipe and she always makes it.
At least I hope she takes over. I think it has WAY too much sugar and butter . . .
I’m now sure how or why, but 72 people have read my Death at Christmas post in the last 24 hours, including my pastor whose father died a year ago today.. It’s apparently a tough year for many. 😦
Well, when I first got asked to make the green-bean casserole, I was told that the girls had brought it a couple times and I could bring that. In other words, this family has a mother again and cooking duty could come back to me. But the girls were teenagers with little cooking experience, and a fool-proof recipe made sense for them. A recipe I dislike didn’t make sense for me.
I think next year I’ll look up a couple of recipes and ask ahead of time, “Mom, would you like me to bring ___________?” Tonight almost everything on the table (including what I took) had cream cheese in it. I don’t eat desserts with cream cheese (even cheesecake . . . it took me a while, but I finally figured out that was the common ingredient in all the desserts I dislike) but hors d’ouvres with it are OK. But I took a third of a plate of stuff and everyone else’s was practically overflowing, so I think it’s fair to say cream-cheese-based finger food really just “isn’t my thing” and next year I probably should offer to take something that actually sounds tasty. (But the desserts are wonderful, and I ate too many of those.)
I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t being too picky. If everyone’s family does it that way, then oh well. But I’d prefer to take something that I can offer as my own creative touch, and something I can actually eat and enjoy (something without cream cheese, ideally).
My in-laws celebrated their 60th anniversary this summer, and hired a professional photographer to take family photos. A framed photo of them and another of the “clan” were most of our Christmas gift. (Mom had told me they were getting us those.) Mom seemed to really like the box of cards I made (photos from her garden), and my sister-in-law told me that was a good gift. She also liked the book I made of bird photos I took this year; she told me they enjoy looking at books I’ve made. (I’ve given them two or three in the past.) Since those gifts were really more for Mom, we also gave them a gift card to a restaurant Dad likes.
Each of us had a gift bag with a gift card wrapped in a pair of socks; they had us open them at the same time, and my sister-in-law laughed when we opened them and said to Mom, “You didn’t!” It seems she had suggested to Mom that Dad had been in the hospital enough times this year that Mom should have enough hospital socks for everyone. So Mom followed through and gave us all non-skid hospital socks. 🙂
And the baby grandniece is 15 months old, in a sparkly red dress and a very smiley girl. She was very happy to have me hold her a good part of the evening. (I was careful to keep an eye on her even when I wasn’t holding her, since we had a fire going and no one was actually in the room with the fire. My in-laws also have many breakables. With eight or ten adults around people tend to assume a child is safe, but it seemed like a good idea to have someone who was actually watching her. The other older women were busy in the kitchen, so I took on that pleasant task.)
Twas the night before Christmas an’ all t’ru de house,
Dey don’t a ting pass Not even a mouse.
De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo’,
An’ Mama pass de pepper t’ru de crack on de do’.
De Mama in de fireplace done roas’ up de ham,
Sit up de gumbo an’ make de bake yam.
Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter,
Make soun’ like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.
I run like a rabbit to got to de do’,
Trip over de dorg an’ fall on de flo’.
As I look out de do’in de light o’ de moon,
I t’ink, “Mahn, you crazy or got ol’ too soon.”
Cux dere on de by-you w’en I stretch ma’neck stiff,
Dere’s eight alligator a pullin’ de skiff.
An’ a little fat drover wit’ a long pole-ing stick,
I know r’at away got to be ole St.Nick.
Mo’ fas’er an’ fas’er de’ gator dey came
He whistle an’ holler an’ call dem by name:
“Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an’ Alcee’!
Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an’Renee’!
To de top o’ de porch to de top o’ de wall,
Make crawl, alligator, an’ be sho’ you don’ fall.”
Like Tante Flo’s cat t’ru de treetop he fly,
W’en de big ole houn’ dorg come a run hisse’s by.
Like dat up de porch dem ole ‘gator clim!
Wit’ de skiff full o’ toy an’ St. Nicklus behin’.
Den on top de porch roof it soun’ like de hail,
W’en all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail.
Den down de chimney I yell wit’ a bam,
An’ St.Nicklus fall an’ sit on de yam.
“Sacre!” he axclaim, “Ma pant got a hole
I done sot ma’se’f on dem red hot coal.”
He got on his foots an’ jump like de cat
Out to de flo’ where he lan’ wit’ a SPLAT!
He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot,
An’ his clothes is all dirty wit’ ashes an’ soot.
A sack full o’ playt’ing he t’row on his back,
He look like a burglar an’ dass fo’ a fack.
His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry!
Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry.
His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry,
On secon’ t’ought maybe he lap up de sherry.
Wit’ snow-white chin whisker an’ quiverin’ belly,
He shook w’en he laugh like de stromberry jelly!
But a wink in his eye an’ a shook o’ his head,
Make my confi-dence dat I don’t got to be scared.
He don’ do no talkin’ gone strit to hi work,
Put a playt’ing in sock an’ den turn wit’ a jerk.
He put bot’ his han’ dere on top o’ his head,
Cas’ an eye on de chimney an’ den he done said:
“Wit’ all o’ dat fire an’ dem burnin’ hot flame,
Me I ain’ goin’ back by de way dat I came.”
So he run out de do’ an, he clim’ to de roof,
He ain’ no fool, him for to make one more goof.
He jump in his skiff an’ crack his big whip,
De’ gator move down, An don’ make one slip.
An’ I hear him shout loud as a splashin’ he go,
“Merry Christmas to all ’til I saw you some mo’!”
Author: J. B. Kling, Jr., 1973Source: Unknown
That is hysterical about the Hospital socks.
We are home from church. We have both nibbled all day and aren’t hungry. BG can heat up some taco fixings from yesterday if she is hungry.
I am having a glass of Petite Sirah….something I haven’t had in a while, but the wine lady assured me it would go well with ham. I am now hauling my toocus to the sofa and watching Charlie Brown Christmas with my hubs
We have many pairs of hospital socks this year! Now I know what to do with them. 🙂
We went to the Christmas Eve service at my church. It was really nice. Art said he thinks my pastor does a really good job with his Christmas Eve messages.
Carol’s still having problems, I am thinking I can’t really take her in my Jeep anymore, it’s too high for her — she almost couldn’t get back in after dinner tonight, took about 10-15 minutes, with my push and pulling her feet in (she’s very tall and quite heavy).
What to do?
Renting a lower-slung minivan to take her out would be just too expensive.
I’m up Janice. I have been up. Msft took this time to upgrade my software and it took all of ten minutes and25% of my battery to get here. This is a slow computer.
Good morning. Merry Christmas!
BG got up and we opened presents. 3 things I received brought of rush of emotion and almost ruined my morning. I finally figured out what made me hate it. Now that I have identified it, I can deal with it It is still going to be a difficult conversation later with my husband. He has no idea, he bought it because he thought I would like it. What it did was put me back in the breakfast room of the house where I was a teenager with a drunk mother sitting at the table calling me the little adult and blaming me for everything wrong with her life.
ACOA’s are a strange bunch anyway.
Thank you for letting me lance that wound. NOW on a more positive note. BG spent her own money to buy something for me that I had admired and I received a Pandora charm for my bracelet that is engraved with “Mimi” . He also got a Pandora turtle to go on my bracelet because when we first started dating, I met him early one morning to go check the turtle nests for hatching turtles. He has a romantic heart and does things from a place of love. I will keep him.
Good morning and merry Christmas from rkessler.
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MERRUY CHRISTMASmERRY
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II don’t know what happened above, I know I didn’t hit “post”.
But Merry Christmas to everyone anyhow.
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We’re on our way to Greensboro.
The forecast is for rain all the way. 😦
At least the sun won’t be in my eyes.
That’s always a problem in the wintertime because the sun never gets high enough that it isn’t in the eyes.
Those of you in the northern latitudes have it worse than I do..
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Good Morning Everyone. The dogs and I have been up for a while. Being stuck in a house with a 2 and half year old Lab/Pit mix is about like being stuck in the house with a 2 and a half year old cranky child. Nothing makes her happy. She barks, She whines. She wants out to play, but it is raining. Finally Dr. Doolittle awoke and he has all his animals in the bedroom with him.
Update on the children’s table. Alas there will not be one. I went into the attic yesterday to get it down and couldn’t find it. I know it was at the other house, but I don’t know where it is here….just another THING that I have lost along the way. It was my play table as a child. It was in BG’s nursery and as she grew we had tea parties…I treasured a vision of a granddaughter one day having tea parties with me. I have one more place to look.
Anyway while I was in the attic I found a chair so we will be OK. There will be 7 of us and we can all sit at the big table together.
I have to go back to the store for the things I forgot yesterday! I have to cook some today. I think Mr. P and I may have grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup tonight after church and watch It’s a Wonderful Life….
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MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone at WV!
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Merry Christmas, everyone! This evening we will have a small Christmas party with the local believers and a few others. Not a big bash like we sometimes have, but there will be some who hear the gospel. Tomorrow the missionaries will get together for Christmas dinner.
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Musical Advent Calendar – Day 24: This gentle hymn of the Nativity was written by Cecil Frances Alexander and published in her book ‘Hymns for Little Children’. It has been used every year since 1919 as the processional for King’s College Christmas Eve service.
Once in royal David’s city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.
He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Savior holy.
And through all His wondrous childhood
He would honor and obey,
Love and watch the lowly maiden,
In whose gentle arms He lay:
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.
For he is our childhood’s pattern;
Day by day, like us He grew;
He was little, weak and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew;
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above,
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him; but in heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
Where like stars His children crowned
All in white shall wait around.
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Enjoy your party and greet our friends from me, Aji. Say hello to the other missionaries too!
More people will be added to the hordes today. Second siblings and second sibling-in-law come today and stay over for Christmas. I have to make the traditional tortiere. We will eat it tonight, as tomorrow will be turkey dinner.
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25 for dinner at my sister-in-law’s house. Our family, her family and some outlaws. I’ll be up soon to make the Yule Log, the. To the grocery store for fresh items when 9 join us for lunch, then caroling, then the dinner party, then singing at the 10 o’clock service.
I need to finish the Narnia project at some point, but my daughter said she would help.
Tomorrow, the same 25 meet for dinner and games at my son’s house. We’ll play the exchange game and other party games. It’s raining here, so I think my joy will be complete!
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Ule log recipe:
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Rules for the Christmas exchange game:
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It’s pouring rain and booming thunder here in Atlanta. Not at all good for last minute shopping. I am waiting for the plumber to fix our most recent problem. Ha! The cloud fountains are having an indoor echo at our bathroom sink.
We will try to attend a Christmas Eve service now that Art is not “tethered” as he referred to his former constant companion catheter bag.
This weather is so unusual. Maybe God is using it to dampen any planned terrorist activities. We never know what He is doing behind the scenes. He is good!
Merry Christmas, Friends Near and Far and Very Far!!!
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Son is playing piano again, and Miss Bosley does not run away from it. She has always seemed to appreciate classical music.
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Roscuro, we sang that song Sunday, and in our tradition you sing all the verses. So my husband and I looked at each other in dismay and did not sing this line:
“Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.”
No. That’s the whole point of the Gospel, that it isn’t about our goodness! (Besides, since when is “mildness” an essential part of holiness?)
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The angels in the photos were who kept me company during Art’s last procedure. They were on the wall above the desk I sat at.
🙂
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Can plumbers work when it’s thundering and lightning?
We shall see!
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Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! Daughter just pointed out that yesterday was Christmas Adam. Boo.
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I have once again been to the grocery store. I am now at the point that I we don’t have it we won’t have it.
Off to put together the bread pudding. I have told Mr. P that I make really good bread pudding but he has yet to have it.
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So how was that eggnog, Chas?
MERRUY CHRISTMASmERRY to you, too. 🙂
Got the last gift (for a co-worker) wrapped this morning (why didn’t I do it last night?? — hate it when I leave stuff for the morning, a time when I’m not particularly ‘with it’ anyway).
It’s off to work for me today, but at least I found a story I can do — would be good to have 2, but it probably won’t happen. Our city editor is off this week so the higher ups were frantically calling us each yesterday, desperate for STORIES, anything they can use for the long weekend ahead … They simply need to start filling all our vacancies or just give the whole thing up! Argh. You can’t run a decent newspaper on so few resources, our staffs are down to practically nothing. Add to that the near impossibility of reaching sources this week …
We’re supposed to get off ‘early’ if we’re done (probably mid-afternoon), then I’m heading up to the Christmas Eve service with Carol at 1st Hollywood Pres. Oh, and we also have to drop one of her books in the library drop box. Of course. 😉 Wouldn’t be a trip to see Carol without at least one errand to run. I just hope there aren’t a bunch of homeless outside the library tonight, they usually congregate there and it’ll be dark.
Traffic is usually pretty easy on Christmas Eve, though, it clears out later in the evening. But lots of driving for me tonight.
Have a good day & Christmas Eve night and Christmas morning, everyone.
Kim, I sure hope you find your little table! 😦
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And good luck with the plumbing, Janice. Always something …
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Since I am the only adult here, we are going with my family tradition and setting up the tree on Christmas Eve. Nine year old in glasses just got the artificial tree together and placed it on the table. It is about five feet tall. He is now decorating it with strings of bells. Soon we will pop popcorn and string it and cloves to hang on the tree. Maybe a few snowflakes and some of those loop strings.
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and drinking egg nog.
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Sounds gorgeous Mumsee. Be sure to take a photo to send to AJ.C
Hubs just sent a text asking what that perfume was that Son and I talked about. Well I know it sure isn’t for me! I am glad to know he will be buying a nice gift for this woman. I made it pretty fool proof. I sent a photo of the bottle and the name of the perfume.
FEDEX just delivered my Cordon Bleu bowls. I am so excited! They are unpacked and in the sink soaking.
Bread pudding is in the oven. Up next is to make the sweet potato casserole. Life is looking pretty good right this moment. Now if I can get my husband home safely and my chick in the nest tonight I will be doing just fine.
Oh, and yes I did buy the nicorette gum and put it in her stocking.
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“Where is your needle, nine year old, so you can string some more?”
“OH! Up there!”
“Well, guess you need to go back up there into the tree to get it. Next time, remember to take the needle off of the popcorn string before you hang it. Good work, bud.”
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Sorry, Kim, I never learned how to send him pics.
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Aaaand the power is out. It’s a beautiful, clear blue sky type of day. I guess the beautiful hoarfrost was too much for the power line somewhere. Hopefully it will be back on soon as we need power for heat, water and light.
I guess that solves the “what cookies should daughter and I make today?” question. 🙂
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I had to laugh about Mumsee and the eggnog. My dad used to sing
The egg is in the nog
the egg is in the nog
Hi Ho the Dairy-O the egg is in the nog.
It just came rushing back.
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Michele, we do the game exactly like you do – we call it The Yankee Swap. We do it sometime between Christmas and New Years, on a day when everyone, including those who go elsewhere on Christmas, can get together. We usually have between 20 and 30 people. We always host it and my sister always makes prime rib and the delicious “chicken things,” which is a concoction of chicken, broccoli, cream cheese, garlic, and some other stuff, wrapped and baked in filo dough. We provide everything else. This year we’re doing it on New Years Day.
For the little ones, we have a pre-selected gift. When their number comes up, we direct them to which gift to open. That way, they get to participate, too.
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It’s still raining cats and dogs, but I have not seen Miss Bosley dropping from the sky yet.
The plumber is in the midst but had to run out to plumbing supply place. Of course we have no water, except outside of course. This has turned into quite an interesting Christmas week. I have not wrapped a single gift and have little to wrap since I have not found much time to shop. I can’t do much in the kitchen without water so I pulled out my Sudoku book and surprised myself with success at my first try on a medium difficulty puzzle.
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Eight year old is rolling out salt ornaments so she can cut them out and we can bake them before hanging on the tree.
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Of course you know, plumbing supply houses close early on Christmas Eve.
Miss Bosley thinks it’s great to have another plumber in the house. She thinks this is what celebrating Christmas is all about.
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Mumsee, I think I may have an ornament recipe that uses cinnamon in it to add a nice fragrance.
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Here is one I found online but it’s not the one I had in mind.
http://www.mccormick.com/Recipes/American-Homemade/?gclid=Cj0KEQiAzO6zBRC25Ju1idGJiZkBEiQAP3Sf6JppsHR97xRjFPybrHl9W_k8oAxKVRdAjIwVb0XlN5MaAm5v8P8HAQ#!/all/Cinnamon-Ornaments?utm_source=google-bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=+cinnamon_+ornament_+recipe&utm_content=Cinnamon_Ornaments_-_BMM&utm_Campaign=holiday-2015
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I am grafting myself onto Michelle’s Family Tree now that I have the recipe for Aunt Arly’s potatoes. I won’t be making them today, but soon…very soon.
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Kare, we had our power out yesterday. We had to go into town to pick up a gift we had ordered that was in, and when we came back, I opened the blinds in the bedroom so I could see enough to wrap gifts, and by the time I was finished the power was back on. But I had almost put a load of wash in the washing machine right before the power went out, and I was glad I had waited.
I have just one food item to take tonight and it’s mostly done. Daughter is making what we are taking tomorrow. Tree is decorated, gifts wrapped.
I never did get the Christmas letter done. Basically we just have too many “news items” that are still awaiting their ending to send out a letter just yet, so I decided I probably should just do a New Year’s Note instead, or even skip it altogether this year. This is kind of a “bah humbug” year for me, but it will be nice to see family tonight. (But my husband is sick and can’t go, and one daughter is working and can’t go, and the other daughter is going with her fiance, so I’m back to being the only “single” in a group of couples, and it’s his family . . . not my first choice, but that’s life.)
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Thanks, Janice, I used cinnamon and cloves but not applesauce. I did hang a clementine with cloves in it. And soon will begin baking the eggnog cake.
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I am about to commit an act of love that few will understand. I am going outside to strip turnip greens from their stems. Once that is completed, I will come back in the kitchen and wash and wash, and wash and wash them before I cook them.
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Lovin’ some turnip greens! Tasty, oh so tasty!
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I have an eggnog bread recipe, but it is not so sweet as cake would be. It is similar to a fruit cake. Is that what yours is like, Mumsee?
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I think mine will be like cinnamon rolls or monkey bread. I don’t know. Just a recipe I saw in the NEWSPAPER (did you hear me, Donna? I read the newspaper).
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I also use it for fire starter and compost and weed barrier but that is later.
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I make an eggnog trifle. You make vanilla pudding but instead of using milk you use egg nog. you layer it with pound cake cubes and strawberries. It is very good. I have the recipe around here somewhere.
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That Trifle sounds so good. Is it considered Trifle if you don’t put it in a traditional Trifle dish/bowl?
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Sure.
You know the secret to really good greens is to only cook them in the water that clings to the leaves after you clean them. I really hope I haven’t ruined them the cured pork smelled funny, but then that sort of thing often does.
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Either they are just like cinnamon rolls or my utensils are so used to making cinnamon rolls that they came out that way.
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Here’s a question for those who take food to someone else’s house or have others bring food to yours: how do you decide what people bring?
My mother-in-law was cooking before I was born, and she’s an excellent cook and particularly known for her baked goods. I can’t compete and wouldn’t try to. But I usually get assigned something to bring, and it’s most often something I’d never cook, and often something I don’t eat. I’d rather be told “Bring something sweet” or “bring finger food” or “a side dish” or whatever. Generally I’m taking something I’ve never made before–I’d never do that for a potluck, as I want something I feel confident making–and I try to kind of slip it onto the table without anyone knowing I brought it, since it doesn’t usually look as good as other people’s offerings.
The first three times or so I was asked to bring green-bean casserole, and I finally said, “I don’t eat green-bean casserole, and I can’t stand the smell of the stuff. Yes, the girls might have taken it in the past, but it is not ‘my thing,’ and I don’t want that to be the dish I take.” So they said I could bring something else, and I took a salad that’s a favorite in my family, but this is a picky family and no one was used to eating it, so as I recall no one but me even tried it.
If we were all marrying young and sorting it out together, I’d feel like I was at less of a disadvantage. But the other couple near my age is the daughter (and thus has been cooking with her mom for half a century) and even the people younger than I am have been part of the family for more than 20 years (except for my nephew’s wife, but that generation of the family generally doesn’t have to bring anything and she has been in the family a bit longer than I have anyway).
Anyway, I have no idea how most families do it. I sort of think Mom “assigned” stuff to my sisters-in-law, too, like having one bring pies and someone else bring pickles and olives. But I think there was some sense that this one likes to bake, this one wants something she doesn’t have to prepare ahead of time since she is traveling to come see us, and so forth. The others have things that are “oh wonderful, you made your good muffins!” but for me it’s just someone else’s specialty that I’ve been asked to bring this time. I think part of it is that I really am not used to making “finger foods,” but I do have some that I could happily bring if I were just given a category, or I could look up a recipe and find something fun, if it was a category for which I didn’t have a recipe.
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It is NASTY out there. Driving was terrible.
But we are here.
Chas didn’t get any egmpg/
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I would say, “Husband, what are you taking to the family dinner?” and go on about my business. That is how we handle potlucks as well, and people coming to our house for dinner. Stress free. I will help with the clean up.
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Categories (for bringing food) are definitely better that assigning something specific. It allows for more personal flexibility and creativity.
I’m still at work. Bah humbug. Ate an iced cake doughnut with sprinkles for lunch (breaking my good habits over the past several weeks). Since I didn’t bring a lunch today, I had to scavenge from among the holiday left-over paper plates lying around the newsroom. Not a pretty picture.
There are 4 of us sitting here.
You feel sorry for me yet?
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And the the office is cold, very cold.
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I feel your pain Cheryl. For Family Christmas I always get assigned to bring a dessert. I don’t eat many sweets and don’t enjoy making them. (That’s how I know about the eggnog trifle-I can buy the pound cake in the freezer section and there is nothing to making the pudding).
What is your specialty? Could you take that in addition to the “green bean casserole” or whatever it was that you were asked to make. Perhaps they just don’t know what you are comfortable with.
I am having my Bible study over Monday night. I gave two choices for what we could do:
1. Start the New Year Right–bring all your Christmas Leftovers
2. Gumbo
Everyone chose gumbo so I told what I usually serve with it. Salad, Blondies, crusty bread, and asked who would like to bring what. A woman popped in that she would bring something that people who can’t eat seafood could eat. At first it irritated me. I can get the gumbo to the point that everyone can eat it and then add the shrimp at the end to only half of it, but then I got over it.
If all else fails, ask it you can bring something that is special to your family. You, your husband, and the girls. That’s where traditions start and one day you will be the matriarch having the girls, their husbands, and children at you home.
So, what you you like to bring?
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Mumsee, not everyone can live your charmed life, but if I could I would come cook for you for another week. That “pantry” is a cook’s dream.
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Way back at the beginning, my newly married sister in law brought a huge bowl of cranberry salad. Nobody in my family had ever eaten a fresh cranberry and were not about to start now. I could not believe she would bring such a thing. Now I can’t believe we did not try it and find out how good the food is she prepares.
Which is why I never ask anybody to bring any specific thing when they come here. And tell them to bring nothing most times. Some bring something anyway and we make sure we enjoy it whatever it is.
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Weren’t we talking about this earlier in the week?
http://www.miamiherald.com/living/liv-columns-blogs/dave-barry/article51119880.html
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I have been given an assigned dish once to bring when a classmate 8 Wesley ‘ s kindergarten class died. I was assigned to bring a brocoli and cauliflower salad. I located a recipe in my Southern Living cookbook and found it to be wonderful. I believe it is called green and white salad in case anyone needs a good recipe. I did not like being assigned what to bring, but it turned out for good.
Cheryl, since my family has differing likes and dislikes, I have found I can make a base of ingredients and then make half into one thing and half into something else. Maybe if you like squash casserole, the ingredients for green bean casserole, without the beans, might work well for squash, or maybe potatoes and cheese, or whatever. It takes a little experimenting, but you might find something everyone likes. I would guess that perhaps you were assigned green bean casserole because it is fairly easy and does not take much time to throw together. Maybe it was out of consideration that you were asked to bring it instead of some time consuming concoction.
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And I would welcome you with open arms.
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But, in husband’s absence, we have been able to survive. The children make their own breakfast. Yesterday they each made pancakes. And they each can fry up a mean egg and cheese sandwich for supper. That just leaves me dinner. Yesterday was crockpot venison chili with enough leftovers for today. It was delicious and lots of folk had seconds.
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Just don’t put any onions in it.
😉
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Especially good with all of the big fat juicy onions in it.
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Cheryl, I feel your pain! Maybe when asked to bring the green bean casserole, you could say something about bringing a vegetable dish of some sort, and then make something you enjoy making AND eating. If it’s something you’ve made for your husband and he liked it, then all the merrier!
I don’t like potlucks as I am not a great cook with lots of food allergies and my husband cannot have onions (Chas would like our house) so even though I use garlic and other seasonings, things don’t taste “right” to so many people. I always struggle with what to bring and usually bring something that my husband and I can eat, even if no one else partakes of it.
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On this Christmas Eve…
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I just got a text telling me to pick up baguettes on my way over . . . I’ve already been to the grocery store today and have struggled with that order . . . we’ll stop, but I’m not happy.
OTOH, she didn’t know I just fed lunch to 13 . . .
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We divvy and discuss, but then, I’m one of the “senior” members now and I care less than anyone else what I bring. Today I’ve made the Ule log for tonight and Auntie Arly’s potatoes for tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll bake a ham and, horrors, make my mother-in-law’s sweet potatoes at the other house. I fully expect my sister-in-law, who is making dinner tonight, to take over on the sweet potatoes since it’s her mother’s recipe and she always makes it.
At least I hope she takes over. I think it has WAY too much sugar and butter . . .
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I’m now sure how or why, but 72 people have read my Death at Christmas post in the last 24 hours, including my pastor whose father died a year ago today.. It’s apparently a tough year for many. 😦
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Way behind on reading comments, but thought I’d share this with you. . .
Watching a dvd of How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
As the Grinch sneaks into the first house & starts stealing the Christmas stuff, Forrest says, “That doesn’t look like a good idea.”
A bit later, he says, “He’s a real sneaky guy.”
Love his commentary.
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Well, when I first got asked to make the green-bean casserole, I was told that the girls had brought it a couple times and I could bring that. In other words, this family has a mother again and cooking duty could come back to me. But the girls were teenagers with little cooking experience, and a fool-proof recipe made sense for them. A recipe I dislike didn’t make sense for me.
I think next year I’ll look up a couple of recipes and ask ahead of time, “Mom, would you like me to bring ___________?” Tonight almost everything on the table (including what I took) had cream cheese in it. I don’t eat desserts with cream cheese (even cheesecake . . . it took me a while, but I finally figured out that was the common ingredient in all the desserts I dislike) but hors d’ouvres with it are OK. But I took a third of a plate of stuff and everyone else’s was practically overflowing, so I think it’s fair to say cream-cheese-based finger food really just “isn’t my thing” and next year I probably should offer to take something that actually sounds tasty. (But the desserts are wonderful, and I ate too many of those.)
I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t being too picky. If everyone’s family does it that way, then oh well. But I’d prefer to take something that I can offer as my own creative touch, and something I can actually eat and enjoy (something without cream cheese, ideally).
My in-laws celebrated their 60th anniversary this summer, and hired a professional photographer to take family photos. A framed photo of them and another of the “clan” were most of our Christmas gift. (Mom had told me they were getting us those.) Mom seemed to really like the box of cards I made (photos from her garden), and my sister-in-law told me that was a good gift. She also liked the book I made of bird photos I took this year; she told me they enjoy looking at books I’ve made. (I’ve given them two or three in the past.) Since those gifts were really more for Mom, we also gave them a gift card to a restaurant Dad likes.
Each of us had a gift bag with a gift card wrapped in a pair of socks; they had us open them at the same time, and my sister-in-law laughed when we opened them and said to Mom, “You didn’t!” It seems she had suggested to Mom that Dad had been in the hospital enough times this year that Mom should have enough hospital socks for everyone. So Mom followed through and gave us all non-skid hospital socks. 🙂
And the baby grandniece is 15 months old, in a sparkly red dress and a very smiley girl. She was very happy to have me hold her a good part of the evening. (I was careful to keep an eye on her even when I wasn’t holding her, since we had a fire going and no one was actually in the room with the fire. My in-laws also have many breakables. With eight or ten adults around people tend to assume a child is safe, but it seemed like a good idea to have someone who was actually watching her. The other older women were busy in the kitchen, so I took on that pleasant task.)
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Cajun Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas an’ all t’ru de house,
Dey don’t a ting pass Not even a mouse.
De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo’,
An’ Mama pass de pepper t’ru de crack on de do’.
De Mama in de fireplace done roas’ up de ham,
Sit up de gumbo an’ make de bake yam.
Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter,
Make soun’ like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.
I run like a rabbit to got to de do’,
Trip over de dorg an’ fall on de flo’.
As I look out de do’in de light o’ de moon,
I t’ink, “Mahn, you crazy or got ol’ too soon.”
Cux dere on de by-you w’en I stretch ma’neck stiff,
Dere’s eight alligator a pullin’ de skiff.
An’ a little fat drover wit’ a long pole-ing stick,
I know r’at away got to be ole St.Nick.
Mo’ fas’er an’ fas’er de’ gator dey came
He whistle an’ holler an’ call dem by name:
“Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an’ Alcee’!
Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an’Renee’!
To de top o’ de porch to de top o’ de wall,
Make crawl, alligator, an’ be sho’ you don’ fall.”
Like Tante Flo’s cat t’ru de treetop he fly,
W’en de big ole houn’ dorg come a run hisse’s by.
Like dat up de porch dem ole ‘gator clim!
Wit’ de skiff full o’ toy an’ St. Nicklus behin’.
Den on top de porch roof it soun’ like de hail,
W’en all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail.
Den down de chimney I yell wit’ a bam,
An’ St.Nicklus fall an’ sit on de yam.
“Sacre!” he axclaim, “Ma pant got a hole
I done sot ma’se’f on dem red hot coal.”
He got on his foots an’ jump like de cat
Out to de flo’ where he lan’ wit’ a SPLAT!
He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot,
An’ his clothes is all dirty wit’ ashes an’ soot.
A sack full o’ playt’ing he t’row on his back,
He look like a burglar an’ dass fo’ a fack.
His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry!
Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry.
His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry,
On secon’ t’ought maybe he lap up de sherry.
Wit’ snow-white chin whisker an’ quiverin’ belly,
He shook w’en he laugh like de stromberry jelly!
But a wink in his eye an’ a shook o’ his head,
Make my confi-dence dat I don’t got to be scared.
He don’ do no talkin’ gone strit to hi work,
Put a playt’ing in sock an’ den turn wit’ a jerk.
He put bot’ his han’ dere on top o’ his head,
Cas’ an eye on de chimney an’ den he done said:
“Wit’ all o’ dat fire an’ dem burnin’ hot flame,
Me I ain’ goin’ back by de way dat I came.”
So he run out de do’ an, he clim’ to de roof,
He ain’ no fool, him for to make one more goof.
He jump in his skiff an’ crack his big whip,
De’ gator move down, An don’ make one slip.
An’ I hear him shout loud as a splashin’ he go,
“Merry Christmas to all ’til I saw you some mo’!”
Author: J. B. Kling, Jr., 1973Source: Unknown
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That is hysterical about the Hospital socks.
We are home from church. We have both nibbled all day and aren’t hungry. BG can heat up some taco fixings from yesterday if she is hungry.
I am having a glass of Petite Sirah….something I haven’t had in a while, but the wine lady assured me it would go well with ham. I am now hauling my toocus to the sofa and watching Charlie Brown Christmas with my hubs
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Now it is the 1951 edition of A Christmas Carol.
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Fun Christmas pageant at Hollywood Pres
I stopped at the grocery store on the way home from work this afternoon and it was mobbed
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We have many pairs of hospital socks this year! Now I know what to do with them. 🙂
We went to the Christmas Eve service at my church. It was really nice. Art said he thinks my pastor does a really good job with his Christmas Eve messages.
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Christmas is over here. Enjoy your celebrations
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Carol’s still having problems, I am thinking I can’t really take her in my Jeep anymore, it’s too high for her — she almost couldn’t get back in after dinner tonight, took about 10-15 minutes, with my push and pulling her feet in (she’s very tall and quite heavy).
What to do?
Renting a lower-slung minivan to take her out would be just too expensive.
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Chas didn’t get any egmpg/
Sure, Chas, sure. We believe you. Really we do.
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And I’m still up burning CDs! I’ve NEVER before stayed up on Christmas morning working on presents. 😦
At 5 minutes per CD, I should be up another hour. And then I have to wrap them.
Maybe in the morning?
No time!
I probably won’t sleep anyway . . .
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Praying Michelle
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Well, I was just wondering if anyone had to lose sleep over playing Santa, and I got my answer when I read Michelle’s post 🙂
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MERRY
MERRY
MERRY
CHRISTMAS
♡♡♡♡♡
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The Chipmunk Christmas song is playing on the TV.
ALVINNN…
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that one.
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I’m up Janice. I have been up. Msft took this time to upgrade my software and it took all of ten minutes and25% of my battery to get here. This is a slow computer.
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Just Elvera and me up now. Not even a mouse stirring.
Not even Zoe, the dog who usually comes boucing out looking for attention.
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Good morning, dear friends.
God and sinners reconciled.
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Good morning. Merry Christmas!
BG got up and we opened presents. 3 things I received brought of rush of emotion and almost ruined my morning. I finally figured out what made me hate it. Now that I have identified it, I can deal with it It is still going to be a difficult conversation later with my husband. He has no idea, he bought it because he thought I would like it. What it did was put me back in the breakfast room of the house where I was a teenager with a drunk mother sitting at the table calling me the little adult and blaming me for everything wrong with her life.
ACOA’s are a strange bunch anyway.
Thank you for letting me lance that wound. NOW on a more positive note. BG spent her own money to buy something for me that I had admired and I received a Pandora charm for my bracelet that is engraved with “Mimi” . He also got a Pandora turtle to go on my bracelet because when we first started dating, I met him early one morning to go check the turtle nests for hatching turtles. He has a romantic heart and does things from a place of love. I will keep him.
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