Unwrapped
Partially a wrapping paper mess, partially sorted and organized.
Christmas Eve
(not Xmas eve, as the Challenge suggests. Grrrr. Blasphemy.)
Tonight is Christmas Eve, y’all. It’s hard to believe we’ve arrived to December 24th already.
And the last week has been a whirlwind of weather. We had snow for a week straight….the kids around here had two snow days in their last week of school (lucky ducks!), then we got hit with a massive ice/freezing rain storm. And yesterday it snowed, then it turned to freezing rain, then rain then back to snow. Power outages all across the county – if not the province. (Picture it…December 23rd traffic and shopping madness….add in no power – no traffic lights, etc. CRAY-ZEE!! Oh, an when you’re in a large department store and the power goes off, expect to be herded to the front of the store like cattle.) Luckily, I didn’t lose power. Winston and I stayed nice and warm and watched Christmas movies last night. Poor guy had his booster yesterday and projectile vomited everywhere at least five times (well, five spots of kitty barf is what I’ve found so far) so he was happy to chill last night.
Anyway, tonight’s festivities are on….My dad is heading to pick up my granddad early this afternoon and he’s dropping me at Blair’s. I’ll help him wrap and get things in order then we’ll head back to my parents’ house for our family’s traditional Christmas Eve dinner of Rappie Pie.
My dad’s Rappie Pie
Which I am super excited about.
My nephews will be playing and so wound up that they won’t want to eat.
Boy #2 looking to see what trouble he can get into
After dinner and a rest we’ll either hang out or go visit – or have visitors. If we entertain we’ll be in the family room in front of the main Christmas tree (because my mom’s a nut and has a tree in pretty much every room).
Eventually, I’ll want my photo taken because, well, I clean up nicely.
Christmas eve 2011
And we’ll remember those we love who are no longer with us.
RIP Aunt Linda
*And my wonderful, incredible grandparents*
Usually, my mom and I (at least) go to church but last year our church’s Christmas Eve service was less focused on Christmas and Jesus and the celebration of his birth and more focused on other, more selfish things – not cool, church, NOT COOL. So, I doubt my mom and I will be heading there this year. We can certainly Praise Jesus elsewhere.
After a possible glass of wine and maybe a sweet treat, this girl will be zonked and ready to hit the sack. And soon enough it will be Christmas morning. 🙂
My Goal in Life…..
…Well, at least one of them….to be part of a crazy flash mob.
Enjoy this early Christmas gift. 🙂
Cheers!
Sparkle
My Christmas nail polishes….one for my fingers and one for my toes. 🙂
(My sister in law is gonna say this is a cop-out but it’s really hard to capture, on film, my sparkling personality.)
….unless you add wine. Getting sauced for Christmas can make anyone sparkle.
Cheers.
Cookies
When my brother and I were little, on the last day of school for Christmas vacation we’d get off the school bus and my mom would have the kitchen all set up for us to decorate Gingerbread Men cookies.
She’d have a big plate of cookies waiting:
And have all the supplies set up – different colors icing, all the colors of the rainbow; sprinkles, chocolate chips. It was great.
Then my brother and I would spend the next several hours making a mess our Gingerbread Men.
We worked diligently on those darn cookies – aspiring for perfection:
But most of the time having our cookies look like this:
And more often than not, like this:
Because honestly, the more icing and sugary stuff, the better, right??
We looked forward to that last half-day of school every year because we knew when we got home we’d have a ton of fun making those cookies – and not fighting as per our usual routine.
And it’s very fitting that today’s Challenge was a post on Cookies because my mom had my nephews over for the afternoon so they could make their own Gingerbread men:
And just like their Aunt Sandy, the kiddos are on the train of the more icing and sugary stuff, the better!
I’m very proud.
Cheers.
Memories
Meh…okay, this is a lame photo for the post but whatyagonnado?
It’s not my photo but it looks like Santa’s got some ‘splainin’ to do. (Betcha his “last night” made for some good memories.)
Bad Santa
Cheers!
