Christmas brought a few surprises. Among them, the thing I least want to touch–a cured pig’s ear for our Chihuahua. (Who knew the elves run a pig’s ear processing plant up at the North Pole?)
The big surprise for the humans was a new onesie from my sailor. (That romantic devil!)
We had company staying with us over the holidays and when I opened his present, he explained the unusual choice of gift.
“She bought herself a onesie a few weeks ago and wears it so often it never gets washed! Now she has one to wear while the other one’s in the laundry.”
(For the record, this is so not true. Although I love my onesie, I do wash it regularly.)
One final Christmas gift arrived after the big day:
Fruitcake’s not my favourite, but this one’s soaked in brandy–mmm.
Ho Ho Ho! Did you hear the one about the Chihuahua and the turkey?
It ends with the turkey languishing in a hot oven like an executive in a sauna and the greedy Chihuahua drooling beside the stove, hoping the bird will make a last-ditch break for freedom.
We people are merry today because our family’s together and we have a lovely turkey on our table and a wonderful dog sniffing around underneath it. The pooch is happy because my sailor can’t resist those big puppy eyes so there will be tidbits coming her way.
Wishing you everything necessary for a joyous day this Christmas.
A few little things that have brightened my grumpy mood and brought some Christmas magic:
1. The ratty angel from my childhood Christmas tree. She’s not as glitzy as contemporary ornaments, but she has something even better than sparkles and glitter–history and happy memories.
2. Key lime pie at Pagliacci’s! I know–it doesn’t get much better than this.
3. Lights! How can you not be cheerful when all the houses are dressed up for the season?
4. Breakfast of champions: coffee with Bailey’s, homemade shortbread (thank you, Sailor!) and a Bliss Ball*. This would be wrong on so many levels as the start of a work day or even a busy Saturday, filled with errands and chores, but during the holidays? It’s perfection!
5. Time to cuddle up and watch a movie under a big comfy blanket with my sailor, our boy and of course, our little Mexican friend.
Merry Christmas and all the best in 2015!
*Bliss Balls are all natural, sugar-free chocolate “truffles” I found at a health food store. They have a delicious, dense texture because they’re made with minced dates and, although they’re quite different from actual chocolates, they’re quite nice.
School’s out and I should be giddy with festive thoughts and freedom. Instead I’m…blah.
I’m not feeling the Christmas love yet.
The basement’s leaking and we haven’t had a rain-free day in, like, forever. Our staff just learned that bad things (very bad!) will happen when we go back to school in January–gulp!
I don’t even feel like going shopping. (This is serious!)
My problem? Last year’s Christmas was so super-duper special, nothing can match it–not even a drift wood Christmas tree or the 19 pound turkey my sailor brought home. (That’s right–he’ll be roasting an animal that’s considerably bigger than the dog.)
I’m trying to remember that the upside of not getting an exciting Christmas complete with my sailor’s return from Afghanistan is having him around, safe and sound, all year.
They say it’s better to give than to receive, so I have to admire a business savvy enough to reap the rewards of giving while at the same time unloading an item so universally hated they’d never be able to sell it.
I admit it.
I’m guilty as charged…of googling people I know.
It’s fascinating to find people who share the names of my near and dear. (With seven billion of us, there are bound to be some repeats.)
According to google, my sailor’s name twin is an MP in a far away land. My research indicates Other Sailor is a rare beast–a politician who is both respected and popular.
Our wonderful boy has a name twin, too–a famous bartender in a fancy pants hotel. (Hmm–I wonder if I can parlay this “relationship” into some free drinks.)
The other Sailor’s Woman was recently arrested in Fulton County, Georgia. Her mug shot is all over the net.
Vancouver Island is being pounded by storm after storm after storm after…you get the idea.
It’s not fun.
Several communities have experienced floods.
We experienced a huge tree taking out a power line at the end of our street.
B O O M !!!
That’s the thunderous noise of a transformer blowing.
As well as sending a huge thank you to the team of dedicated BC Hydro workers who performed a winter storm miracle and got us reconnected, I offer wisdom gleaned through the ordeal of living off the grid for a few hours.
1. I need to invest in a car charger for my cell phone so I can surf the net (and play 2048) the next time a tree blows over. (I had to shut ‘er down before the battery completely died so I’d have some juice left over for the next day.)
2. Don’t wait until you’re out of cookies to bake more. A tender ginger Christmas cookie or three would’ve made the darkness so much less creepy, but my boy took the last one in his lunch that morning. 😦
3. Someone as nervous as me should surround herself with light, laughter and flowers instead of anything even remotely related to Stephen King. After watching Storm of the Century with my sailor last weekend, I was terrified Andre Linoge would come tap, tap, tapping on our door because, you know, bad things always happen when you’re in the dark.
4. A Chihuahua is really easy to trip over in the dark. Enough said.