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So, we had the AAA Electric Christmas party last night, without incident, and it went smoothly. Unlike the year that we were watched by owls. Does anyone remember that?
I do.
Unfortunately, it was very hard to enjoy myself, not only because it is the single most stressful day of the year for me, but also because I've come down with a fairly severe case of what I think (with all of the knowledge my Bachelor's in Theatre provides) is bronchitis. When I speak, I sound like a mix between Harvey Fierstein and Kathleen Turner. It's hot.
Not really.
And I'm coughing non-stop. A little while ago, after a particularly violent fit of coughing, Nolan looked at me and said, "I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you than I am right now."
I was too weak to go over there and kick him.
So, amidst the barrage of things I need to do this week, which may include but are not limited to: cooking a funeral meal at church Tuesday, a taking a meal over to a friend, wrapping nine million and four Christmas gifts, having Christmas with my side of the family Wednesday night, reading The Grinch to first graders Wednesday morning, having company all week and a hair appointment on Friday, I need to carve out some time to go to the doctor.
Ugh. Though... I like my doctor. He always makes horribly inappropriate jokes and then apologizes profusely. So there's that.
Okay. These are first world problems. Nothing I can't handle. I'm doing it. I'm going to the grocery store to buy all the food we'll need for this week. One vodka and Valium step at a time.
Happy Christmas Week, everyone. Cheers.
I do.
Unfortunately, it was very hard to enjoy myself, not only because it is the single most stressful day of the year for me, but also because I've come down with a fairly severe case of what I think (with all of the knowledge my Bachelor's in Theatre provides) is bronchitis. When I speak, I sound like a mix between Harvey Fierstein and Kathleen Turner. It's hot.
Not really.
And I'm coughing non-stop. A little while ago, after a particularly violent fit of coughing, Nolan looked at me and said, "I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you than I am right now."
I was too weak to go over there and kick him.
So, amidst the barrage of things I need to do this week, which may include but are not limited to: cooking a funeral meal at church Tuesday, a taking a meal over to a friend, wrapping nine million and four Christmas gifts, having Christmas with my side of the family Wednesday night, reading The Grinch to first graders Wednesday morning, having company all week and a hair appointment on Friday, I need to carve out some time to go to the doctor.
Ugh. Though... I like my doctor. He always makes horribly inappropriate jokes and then apologizes profusely. So there's that.
Okay. These are first world problems. Nothing I can't handle. I'm doing it. I'm going to the grocery store to buy all the food we'll need for this week. One vodka and Valium step at a time.
Happy Christmas Week, everyone. Cheers.
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Merry, merry!
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This is me.
I'm simply and wholly overwhelmed with the staggering amount of STUFF I have to do - to the point that I've gone into shutdown mode. Does anyone else do this? I'm sure the presents will get wrapped and the cookies baked. I feel confident that the laundry will get done and the bills will get paid. But for right now, I'm going to spend the next hour by the fire while watching the snow fall outside my window. I'm going to take a break from all the madness of this season to remember what it's really all about in the first place. Maybe then after I recharge, I'll have the attitude I'm supposed to have during this time of the year.
I'm simply and wholly overwhelmed with the staggering amount of STUFF I have to do - to the point that I've gone into shutdown mode. Does anyone else do this? I'm sure the presents will get wrapped and the cookies baked. I feel confident that the laundry will get done and the bills will get paid. But for right now, I'm going to spend the next hour by the fire while watching the snow fall outside my window. I'm going to take a break from all the madness of this season to remember what it's really all about in the first place. Maybe then after I recharge, I'll have the attitude I'm supposed to have during this time of the year.
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I had PLANS for today.
Unfortunately, my eight year old is huddled on the sofa with a case of what I'm pretty sure is strep throat. My BFA in Theatre Arts somehow gives me the knowledge and experience to diagnose him. That, or battling that stupid bacteria for the last ten years. I've a MOM degree. It's like a sixth sense. A sixth sense that get's awakened in the wee hours of the morning when your child has stuff coming out of him that should just not BE.
Can I give it back? Is that an option? I don't remember checking that particular box.
By the way, whatever happened to Aaron being the iron man in the family? This is the second time the kid's been sick this year. I blame the disgusting breeding ground of germs in which he spends 8 hours a day.
Some people merely call it 'the elementary school.' My name has more flair.
You know how I don't work, right? I'm a stay at home mom, and I teach one afternoon a week. And volunteer at the above breeding ground one day a week. And do odd jobs for the theatre. And cook for my home group every Wednesday. And make sure all my family has clean clothes, vacuumed floors, clean bathrooms and are fed at least two meals 7 days a week. Somehow, even though I don't work, my days are always completely full. For Christmas this year, I have added tasks: getting gifts and door prizes for the company Christmas party, gift certificates for same, wrapping presents, hosting several parties at the house (so far I'm up to 4), sewing several projects for friends and family, making goodie baskets for AAA Electric's customers (which will include two solid days of baking),and currently top on my list of things to do is get new furniture for Nolan's office. It was repainted several months ago, and he's ready to have the pictures back up on the wall and someplace for people to sit when he bawls them out.
I'm glad I don't work for him, anymore. He FIRED me. He fired HIS MOTHER, too. We're both still a little bitter about it.
(In actuality it had something to do with taxes, and we make more money now than we did befopre, but that's beside the point. HE STILL FIRED US. And he didn't even do it face to face. He fired me OVER THE PHONE. Chuh.)
But that's a post for another day.
What I'm saying in the midst of all the whining and complaining that this post has turned out to be (er, sorry), is that I'm feeling overbooked. I'm sure it'll pass and by this afternoon I'll be a whirl of wrapping paper and furniture shopping. But for right now, I'm in a slight panic that not everything is going to get done. I've had to postpone my Dr. appt. for my bruised ribs (which are SO not better), but kids come first, right?
I'm going to go put on some lipstick and plaster on a smile. It's always worked before!
Cover me, I'm going in.
Unfortunately, my eight year old is huddled on the sofa with a case of what I'm pretty sure is strep throat. My BFA in Theatre Arts somehow gives me the knowledge and experience to diagnose him. That, or battling that stupid bacteria for the last ten years. I've a MOM degree. It's like a sixth sense. A sixth sense that get's awakened in the wee hours of the morning when your child has stuff coming out of him that should just not BE.
Can I give it back? Is that an option? I don't remember checking that particular box.
By the way, whatever happened to Aaron being the iron man in the family? This is the second time the kid's been sick this year. I blame the disgusting breeding ground of germs in which he spends 8 hours a day.
Some people merely call it 'the elementary school.' My name has more flair.
You know how I don't work, right? I'm a stay at home mom, and I teach one afternoon a week. And volunteer at the above breeding ground one day a week. And do odd jobs for the theatre. And cook for my home group every Wednesday. And make sure all my family has clean clothes, vacuumed floors, clean bathrooms and are fed at least two meals 7 days a week. Somehow, even though I don't work, my days are always completely full. For Christmas this year, I have added tasks: getting gifts and door prizes for the company Christmas party, gift certificates for same, wrapping presents, hosting several parties at the house (so far I'm up to 4), sewing several projects for friends and family, making goodie baskets for AAA Electric's customers (which will include two solid days of baking),and currently top on my list of things to do is get new furniture for Nolan's office. It was repainted several months ago, and he's ready to have the pictures back up on the wall and someplace for people to sit when he bawls them out.
I'm glad I don't work for him, anymore. He FIRED me. He fired HIS MOTHER, too. We're both still a little bitter about it.
(In actuality it had something to do with taxes, and we make more money now than we did befopre, but that's beside the point. HE STILL FIRED US. And he didn't even do it face to face. He fired me OVER THE PHONE. Chuh.)
But that's a post for another day.
What I'm saying in the midst of all the whining and complaining that this post has turned out to be (er, sorry), is that I'm feeling overbooked. I'm sure it'll pass and by this afternoon I'll be a whirl of wrapping paper and furniture shopping. But for right now, I'm in a slight panic that not everything is going to get done. I've had to postpone my Dr. appt. for my bruised ribs (which are SO not better), but kids come first, right?
I'm going to go put on some lipstick and plaster on a smile. It's always worked before!
Cover me, I'm going in.
The Wishlist Meme/Rules:
Make a post (public, friends locked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 12 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love an icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for __ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
* If you wish for real life things (not stories or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.
* Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ so that the holiday joy will spread.
*Surf around your friends list (or friends’ friends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list.
And now here's the important part:
*If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use — or even know where you could get someone's dream pure bred Basset Hound for free — do it.
* You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out; it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf—to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not—it's your call.
* There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish and it might come true. Give and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.
( My Wish List... )
Now it's your turn! Post your wishes. You never know, someone might have JUST what you want!
Make a post (public, friends locked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 12 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love an icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for __ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
* If you wish for real life things (not stories or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.
* Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ so that the holiday joy will spread.
*Surf around your friends list (or friends’ friends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list.
And now here's the important part:
*If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use — or even know where you could get someone's dream pure bred Basset Hound for free — do it.
* You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out; it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf—to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not—it's your call.
* There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish and it might come true. Give and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.
( My Wish List... )
Now it's your turn! Post your wishes. You never know, someone might have JUST what you want!
So I'm not a fandom hopper. I'm not. I got a livejournal because of Harry Potter fanfiction, and although I'm still a sort of active part of that fandom, I have a new love.
Oh, my heck, y'all. Bones. The T.V. Show. The fanfiction. The characters. I'm HOOKED.
I don't think I've even seen all the episodes, but thank God for TNT. Back to back eps every day. Hee!
And it has nothing whatsoever to do with David Boreanaz. It might have everything to do with Booth, though. I never made it past the second season of Buffy. I tried. (sorry, you BtVS fans. Couldn't do it. Nolan's mocking was loud.) And when watching that. I thought he was cute, if a Angel was a little emo. But Booth (and his belt buckle and his suits)? Very nearly the Perfect Man.
You know, if I wasn't married with the kids and all. And he wasn't... fictional and stuff.
By the by, Christmas was great. The kids made a haul and Nolan got me charms for my bracelet, a watch and *drum roll* A FOOD PROCESSOR. Carrie will no longer have to chop things manually into oblivion. She has MACHINERY to do it for her!
Sorry for slipping into third person. Got a little excited. Anyway, that's it. Just had to squee. Carry on.
Oh, my heck, y'all. Bones. The T.V. Show. The fanfiction. The characters. I'm HOOKED.
I don't think I've even seen all the episodes, but thank God for TNT. Back to back eps every day. Hee!
And it has nothing whatsoever to do with David Boreanaz. It might have everything to do with Booth, though. I never made it past the second season of Buffy. I tried. (sorry, you BtVS fans. Couldn't do it. Nolan's mocking was loud.) And when watching that. I thought he was cute, if a Angel was a little emo. But Booth (and his belt buckle and his suits)? Very nearly the Perfect Man.
You know, if I wasn't married with the kids and all. And he wasn't... fictional and stuff.
By the by, Christmas was great. The kids made a haul and Nolan got me charms for my bracelet, a watch and *drum roll* A FOOD PROCESSOR. Carrie will no longer have to chop things manually into oblivion. She has MACHINERY to do it for her!
Sorry for slipping into third person. Got a little excited. Anyway, that's it. Just had to squee. Carry on.
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My friends, I have had a GREAT couple of days.
My dad (who is one of the greatest friends I have) is in town and we've run around and cooked and hung out with the boys. We've gone shopping (Slowly, sedately - Daddy doesn't so ANYTHING quickly) we've had coffee and talked about everything and nothing, we've had sword fights with the boys (there's an epic battle going on as I type this: Nolan and the boys have turned all the lights off in the house and they're having a Nerf sword and lightsaber war. In the dark) and baked, decorated gingerbread houses and wrapped presents. Nolan's even climbed down from Mt. Crumpit where he usually camps out every Christmas and taken over getting gifts for the kids and his relatives - it's like Bizzaro World over here. I'm not loathing Christmas and everyone associated with it, and not stressed out at all. I'm even ENJOYING MYSELF.
Go figure.
In even better news, my sister and her husband got their first foster child placed with them today. God bless them; it isn't a sure thing that they'll get to keep the three week old that they're foster parenting, but their state is one who fosters to adopt, I think. (It'd break my heart, but Em says God's been preparing them for such an occasion.) They need prayer, though, from those of you so inclined. The baby has to stay in the hospital for five more weeks until he goes through drug withdrawals, and then they'll be able to take him home. I call him "him' and 'the baby' because as of this morning when they got the call that they had a foster child he didn't have a name. :( I'm sure he'll have one soon, though.
Wow. I'm so glad there are people like Em and her husband that have a heart for babies in tough situations. It warms my heart.
Christmas love to the f-list!
P.S. I didn't send Christmas cards this year. But that doesn't mean I don't love all of you. Because I do. And I certainly appreciate those of you that sent one to me. *big smooches*
My dad (who is one of the greatest friends I have) is in town and we've run around and cooked and hung out with the boys. We've gone shopping (Slowly, sedately - Daddy doesn't so ANYTHING quickly) we've had coffee and talked about everything and nothing, we've had sword fights with the boys (there's an epic battle going on as I type this: Nolan and the boys have turned all the lights off in the house and they're having a Nerf sword and lightsaber war. In the dark) and baked, decorated gingerbread houses and wrapped presents. Nolan's even climbed down from Mt. Crumpit where he usually camps out every Christmas and taken over getting gifts for the kids and his relatives - it's like Bizzaro World over here. I'm not loathing Christmas and everyone associated with it, and not stressed out at all. I'm even ENJOYING MYSELF.
Go figure.
In even better news, my sister and her husband got their first foster child placed with them today. God bless them; it isn't a sure thing that they'll get to keep the three week old that they're foster parenting, but their state is one who fosters to adopt, I think. (It'd break my heart, but Em says God's been preparing them for such an occasion.) They need prayer, though, from those of you so inclined. The baby has to stay in the hospital for five more weeks until he goes through drug withdrawals, and then they'll be able to take him home. I call him "him' and 'the baby' because as of this morning when they got the call that they had a foster child he didn't have a name. :( I'm sure he'll have one soon, though.
Wow. I'm so glad there are people like Em and her husband that have a heart for babies in tough situations. It warms my heart.
Christmas love to the f-list!
P.S. I didn't send Christmas cards this year. But that doesn't mean I don't love all of you. Because I do. And I certainly appreciate those of you that sent one to me. *big smooches*
It's my only Christmas present so far, but still my fave. It's insulated so it doesn't sweat and keeps drinks cold, and has a nifty red and white striped straw! And I can fill it with Coke Zero! (and water. *cough*)
I lurrrrrve it. :D
Thanks, Steph!
Where to begin? How about this? My husband has started bringing me coffee in bed. It's decadent and makes me feel very spoiled. :D
Next up: a cute kid story. Last night we braved the mall (*shudder*) to get my dad a Christmas present. (Incidentally, Dad will be here Monday or Tuesday, and is staying the week! I'm excited!) While we were there, the boys asked if they could visit Santa and quite frankly, I was surprised that they wanted to - that no one had ruined their innocence of the magic of it all, as old as they are. But you know, I still get presents under the tree from Santa at my mother's house, so... *shrug*
Anyway, the boys asked for ridiculous things like a television and a dirtbike (!?! Please. Not even. If Father Christmas brings that, he's going to be on MY naughty list). I heard most of what they said, but Santa murmured some stuff and ruffled Aaron's hair and when he got up, my little one's eyes were as wide as saucers. AJ looks at me and pulls me over, kind of in a panic, and says, "He knew my room wasn't clean!"
He's Santa, yo. He knows all.
Speaking of Big Brother Who Knows More Than He Should, I'm not sure at all how I feel about the whole LJ Stats feature. I like a certain amount of anonymity, but I really don't want to do the whole ghost/invisible thing. And if everyone else does, it will lose its point, right? So far, I don't like it. It will just cause drama where it's unwanted, in my opinion, and there's a whole lot of people I don't know reading my journal, apparently, Most of whom are invisible. And there's no point in friends-locking. I mean, what are the lurkers going to do with the recipes I post? They're for food, not bombs. *frown* Maybe If I understood the feature better, I wouldn't automatically despise it. I've never been good at reading charts. Graphs. Whatever.
Last but definitely not least, I'm reading How The Grinch Stole Christmas for DEAR day (Drop Everything And Read) at the boys' school today. Of all the acting I've done in my life, doing oral interp for first graders is right up there with my favorites. Top five, anyway. They sit there with rapt attention and listen intently. I do so love a good audience!
Next up: a cute kid story. Last night we braved the mall (*shudder*) to get my dad a Christmas present. (Incidentally, Dad will be here Monday or Tuesday, and is staying the week! I'm excited!) While we were there, the boys asked if they could visit Santa and quite frankly, I was surprised that they wanted to - that no one had ruined their innocence of the magic of it all, as old as they are. But you know, I still get presents under the tree from Santa at my mother's house, so... *shrug*
Anyway, the boys asked for ridiculous things like a television and a dirtbike (!?! Please. Not even. If Father Christmas brings that, he's going to be on MY naughty list). I heard most of what they said, but Santa murmured some stuff and ruffled Aaron's hair and when he got up, my little one's eyes were as wide as saucers. AJ looks at me and pulls me over, kind of in a panic, and says, "He knew my room wasn't clean!"
He's Santa, yo. He knows all.
Speaking of Big Brother Who Knows More Than He Should, I'm not sure at all how I feel about the whole LJ Stats feature. I like a certain amount of anonymity, but I really don't want to do the whole ghost/invisible thing. And if everyone else does, it will lose its point, right? So far, I don't like it. It will just cause drama where it's unwanted, in my opinion, and there's a whole lot of people I don't know reading my journal, apparently, Most of whom are invisible. And there's no point in friends-locking. I mean, what are the lurkers going to do with the recipes I post? They're for food, not bombs. *frown* Maybe If I understood the feature better, I wouldn't automatically despise it. I've never been good at reading charts. Graphs. Whatever.
Last but definitely not least, I'm reading How The Grinch Stole Christmas for DEAR day (Drop Everything And Read) at the boys' school today. Of all the acting I've done in my life, doing oral interp for first graders is right up there with my favorites. Top five, anyway. They sit there with rapt attention and listen intently. I do so love a good audience!
Pounds of sugar...............................10
Gallons of milk...............................1
Quarts of oil.................................3
Pounds of butter..............................8
Pounds of candy coating.......................5
Bottles of various extracts...................4
Hours on my feet in the kitchen..............32
Pounds of pecans.............................5
Times I burned myself cause my freaking potholders suck...... a billion, give or take.
Number of confections........................524
Bags of chocolate chips......................10
Number of times NOLAN loaded the dishwasher...5
Glasses of wine in my hand right now..........1
WOW. I have a new found respect for people who do that for a living. I'm WIPED. But tired happy, if that makes sense. And really not of a mind to eat anything sweet for quite awhile. Plus? I have a very grateful husband who's done all the laundry while I've been doing this for him.
Girls? (and the 2 guys on my f-list) I call this a win. :)
Gallons of milk...............................1
Quarts of oil.................................3
Pounds of butter..............................8
Pounds of candy coating.......................5
Bottles of various extracts...................4
Hours on my feet in the kitchen..............32
Pounds of pecans.............................5
Times I burned myself cause my freaking potholders suck...... a billion, give or take.
Number of confections........................524
Bags of chocolate chips......................10
Number of times NOLAN loaded the dishwasher...5
Glasses of wine in my hand right now..........1
WOW. I have a new found respect for people who do that for a living. I'm WIPED. But tired happy, if that makes sense. And really not of a mind to eat anything sweet for quite awhile. Plus? I have a very grateful husband who's done all the laundry while I've been doing this for him.
Girls? (and the 2 guys on my f-list) I call this a win. :)
And that sounds like sarcasm, I realize, coming from me, but this year I really mean it. I mean heck, if I knew that all it would take is a little Lexapro, a few glasses of pinot noir and the occasional nap to get me through the holidays without being homicidal, I would have done it long ago.
I still am completely crippled by the decision making process, though.
( Help me decide what to put in our client's Christmas goodie bags? CLICK for pics! )
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I still am completely crippled by the decision making process, though.
( Help me decide what to put in our client's Christmas goodie bags? CLICK for pics! )
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So.
I'm alone, the laundry is done, the house is clean, I have a cup of coffee and the Christmas music is on. Let the good times roll.
It's been a rough couple of weeks. I'm taking lots of medicine for various ailments, most of which are solely my fault. Though, I did wake up thinking I was having a heart attack, only the pain radiating down my left arm was only a pinched nerve in my shoulder. Apparently I did something in the middle of the night that made the pain unbearable, but I didn't die, in case you were wondering. Anyhow, it's better now. It was just weird. Sucks getting old. All you twenty-somethings? Enjoy it. It's all downhill from here. ;)
I've written all of a handful of words since NaNo ended; All my writing buddies are otherwise occupied, and I've tagged in everything that can be tagged so it's been a lonely couple of weeks. I've dusted off a few of my WIPs, though, and that's fun. I need to do outlines for them, because I tend to ramble and go off on tangents if I don't follow dramatic structure. I do so love writing snarky characters, though. Fun.
Nolan just called a moment ago and asked that I "whip up" gifts for his clients; 50 packages of sweets and breads, some of which will need to be shipped to various places in the U.S. Can't stand it when the man has brainstorms. It usually means more work for me, it does. Most of my Christmas shopping is done - I still have a few things to get, but it's of the "go in, buy, leave" variety. My favorite. I can't stand going shopping for something and I've no idea what to get. Makes for Cranky!Carrie.
No one wants that. Especially not around Jesus' b-day.
( Have some pics of Ethan's play... )
I'm alone, the laundry is done, the house is clean, I have a cup of coffee and the Christmas music is on. Let the good times roll.
It's been a rough couple of weeks. I'm taking lots of medicine for various ailments, most of which are solely my fault. Though, I did wake up thinking I was having a heart attack, only the pain radiating down my left arm was only a pinched nerve in my shoulder. Apparently I did something in the middle of the night that made the pain unbearable, but I didn't die, in case you were wondering. Anyhow, it's better now. It was just weird. Sucks getting old. All you twenty-somethings? Enjoy it. It's all downhill from here. ;)
I've written all of a handful of words since NaNo ended; All my writing buddies are otherwise occupied, and I've tagged in everything that can be tagged so it's been a lonely couple of weeks. I've dusted off a few of my WIPs, though, and that's fun. I need to do outlines for them, because I tend to ramble and go off on tangents if I don't follow dramatic structure. I do so love writing snarky characters, though. Fun.
Nolan just called a moment ago and asked that I "whip up" gifts for his clients; 50 packages of sweets and breads, some of which will need to be shipped to various places in the U.S. Can't stand it when the man has brainstorms. It usually means more work for me, it does. Most of my Christmas shopping is done - I still have a few things to get, but it's of the "go in, buy, leave" variety. My favorite. I can't stand going shopping for something and I've no idea what to get. Makes for Cranky!Carrie.
No one wants that. Especially not around Jesus' b-day.
( Have some pics of Ethan's play... )
Can I get a 'heck, yeah?'
I never did hit my Christmas groove; I tried on Christmas eve to scrape up the teaspoon of Yuletide cheer from WAY down deep inside to make cookies with the boys and my visiting niece and nephew, but aside from that, no Christmas baking, no mailing out Christmas cards (they're sitting across the room from me, mocking me) and I didn't send out Christmas gifts like I normally do. Apologies all around. :(
Instead, I shall do a photoessay of the Christmas thing. Click if you want to see. :)
( image intensive and stuff... )
Hope all of your holidays were merry and all that. Next up? Packing all the merriment back into boxes for next year. :D
I never did hit my Christmas groove; I tried on Christmas eve to scrape up the teaspoon of Yuletide cheer from WAY down deep inside to make cookies with the boys and my visiting niece and nephew, but aside from that, no Christmas baking, no mailing out Christmas cards (they're sitting across the room from me, mocking me) and I didn't send out Christmas gifts like I normally do. Apologies all around. :(
Instead, I shall do a photoessay of the Christmas thing. Click if you want to see. :)
( image intensive and stuff... )
Hope all of your holidays were merry and all that. Next up? Packing all the merriment back into boxes for next year. :D
Since none of our pictures came out this year, I present to you a cartoon of my family, drawn by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alittleredhood.
And I'll get those Christmas cards out this week. They say "Happy Holidays." It doesn't say WHAT holday.
I figure President's Day sounds about right.
Merry Merry, everybody. :)
alittleredhood.
And I'll get those Christmas cards out this week. They say "Happy Holidays." It doesn't say WHAT holday.
I figure President's Day sounds about right.
Merry Merry, everybody. :)
So I was in charge of planning the company Christmas party this year. Nolan stole the job from his mother, who I thought was tired of doing it, but as I later found out, he thought it was time that she handed it over.
And then he promptly handed it to me.
Thank you, sweetheart. I love you.
Let me just be the first to tell you, right now, that I didn't want the honor. Even less after I found out he'd ganked it from my MIL, who gets pleasure in planning and hospitality much more than I do.
So in September, I went on a tour of every available hotel ballroom in Amarillo. (Don't scoff. There are a lot.) I had one all chosen, but Nolan called me and said, "I want you to go check out the Discovery Center."
( It's a good one. You'll be happy that it didn't happen to you. :) )
And then he promptly handed it to me.
Thank you, sweetheart. I love you.
Let me just be the first to tell you, right now, that I didn't want the honor. Even less after I found out he'd ganked it from my MIL, who gets pleasure in planning and hospitality much more than I do.
So in September, I went on a tour of every available hotel ballroom in Amarillo. (Don't scoff. There are a lot.) I had one all chosen, but Nolan called me and said, "I want you to go check out the Discovery Center."
( It's a good one. You'll be happy that it didn't happen to you. :) )
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