No, not the Full Monty. Monte is what we refer to as the brush country. There are no woods around here.
Anyway, I will be gone from the blogs for a couple of days. I hope y’all have a Merry Christmas, and have a wonderful holiday!
Courtesy of Tiberius!
May the blessings of the Season envelop you throughout the coming year!!
Seeing as today is a half day at the schools here, I was going to take advantage of my solitude and wrap presents.
And that was the plan, until Son came down with a fever, and Hubby decided that he was staying home for his half day.
So I have been catering to two men at home, moving piles of gifts to and fro, drinking more than my allotted caffeine allowance for today. I am severely tempted to not wrap anything and instead throw them in garbage bags and write their names on the bags with a Sharpie™.
Who am I kidding??? I will totally have the gifts wrapped by tonight and be serving hot chocolate and popcorn to celebrate the start of the Christmas holidays. It’s what I do! But I will be grumbling about it.
Courtesy of The Queen!!
Eh, my cheer will get here eventually. It arrives around the same time Hubby comes back from the liquor store. Until then, I will be wrestling with tape and paper cuts… 😉
Seriously, I have no time for anything lately. I still have gifts to wrap, and baking to do, and groceries to get, and dogs to board, and Guilder to frame for it.
Just seeing if you’re paying attention.
Every year I tell myself the same thing: I’ll start to wrap and decorate early. And as usual, something happens. Obviously, the accident played a HUGE part this year. But c’mon! I can use gift bags instead of wrapping paper. I just have this….block, for lack of a better term. The Christmas tree is finally up, but I have yet to put up the stockings. Or the garlands. Or the mistletoe ball.
And I just remembered the outside lights. Eh, forget that. I don’t have enough strings of lights to spell “D-I-T-T-O” anyway.
Maybe if I do the tree like that next year, I won’t have to worry about gift wrapping.
I hope I’m not the only one procrastinating. Am I?? 😀
This morning I get up with my alarm, smiling because A) it’s Monday, and 2) only a week or so before Christmas. I get to see my family and hopefully friends during the holiday. It means baking, and cooking, and a warm house. I’m so happy watching the coffee brew that I don’t notice until later that Eldest is not awake and in the shower. Turns out she isn’t feeling well and will be staying home for the day. Sigh… the day is a bit dimmer, but still I am quite happy to get rid of the rest of the kids chauffeuring kids. I return from dropping off the last one to check up on Hubby, who is also still in bed, not feeling well.
Y’all know what this means: I shall be sicker than whale poop come Christmas Day.
No matter. I lay down on the bed and he asks me what I have planned for the day. This is where things got….sticky.
Hubby: What have you got planned for today?
Me: Well, I have to finish wrapping Christmas gifts, and sending out packages, and having Eldest home won’t help.
Hubby: You have plenty of time to wrap.
Me: No, I don’t. Christmas is next week.
Hubby: Um…… oh…..
Me: Hm?
Hubby: Is that your way of letting me know how long I have left to buy your Christmas gift?
Me: No, that’s my way of informing you what the calendar says.
Hubby: Uh huh…
Me: Careful, I haven’t had coffee.
Hubby: I’m getting up now.
It can be argued that I kept my wits and did not erupt emotionally at the thought that once again, he has forgotten to go shopping. It can also be argued that the siren song of the coffee kept me from doing so. What can not be argued is that he now has fair warning.
I’m magnanimous like that 😉
For the life of me, I don’t understand what is so hard about giving me gifts.
My mother swears up and down to anyone who will listen that I am the HARDEST person to shop for. I’m sure this stems from the Spiegel™ Dress Incident of 1983. She purchased a rather nice dress from the pricey catalog for me, and I was not overly gushy about it. In my defense, it would not be acceptable at school because of it being strapless, and I was such a fuddy duddy that I felt uncomfortable wearing it.
I have since gotten over that hang-up, as you can probably tell.
I am a creature of habit. Seriously. Coffee, wine, bubble bath, pajamas, chocolate, jewelry….not ONE of those things have ever changed. Admittedly, I have found some things that I like as I’ve grown older.
Sadly, they are appliances, pots and pans, and air fresheners.
Knives, earrings, comfy sweats…. I am happy with almost anything.
Except artwork. I have no space for it, and no patience trying to decipher what the artist is trying to tell me. Besides, I quite love the artwork my kids have made over the years far more 🙂
I’m grateful for a kind and loving God.
I’m grateful for a loving husband, and wonderful children.
I’m grateful for being blessed with a tough and huge family.
I’m grateful for friends, here and far.
I’m grateful for those who fight on behalf of freedom.
I’m grateful for the strife and discord that serves to teach me to be humble and accepting.
And I’m grateful for the cyber friendships I have made blogging in this little place.
I hope and pray that y’all have a memorable Thanksgiving holiday.
I am a traditional gal. I am an Aggie, which doubles down on the whole traditions thing. But at Casa de Aggie, it isn’t just good enough to have traditions. One must also observe historical accuracy while celebrating a tradition.
Little One: Are we having turkey for Thanksgiving this year?
Me: Is this a trick question?
Little One: Well, the original Thanksgiving didn’t have a turkey dinner.
Me: True…. Are you saying that you would prefer fish and lobster and squash and corn and beans to the turkey dinner??
Little One: No, just the lobster.
Me: Fat chance, kiddo.
Little One: It was worth a shot.
It never fails to amaze me how wily they can be. It’s a full time job just to keep ahead in the game 😉
Middle of November, and guess what? I have barely made a dent in holiday plans.
It happens every year. I make plans, lists, calls, plans, more plans, and come November, all of the plans have been changed so often that no one knows where we are going, what we are doing, who we are visiting, and more importantly why we are screaming.
Ok, the family knows why I’m screaming. They manage to tune it out, though.
So, due to miscommunication, we will be staying home for Thanksgiving. That means shopping for turkey, trimmings, and the like.
Lucky for moi, I have all that stuff down now.
I just hope that the week goes by quickly. No telling how much Skyrim music I can take while basting the roast 😀
Today we celebrate Veteran’s Day.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. –John 15:35
The most prominent debt we owe, is the gratitude we owe them.
Yes, my friends! It’s FEST TIME AGAIN!!
First we had the Wein & Sangerfest, then the Gruene Music and Wine Fest, then it was Oktoberfest, and now comes WURSTFEST!!!
You’ll notice this fest is technically number four. Well, there are two more planned at the end of the year, including the Weihnachtsmarkt. And I haven’t included the fests that are celebrated on the north side of the area. Hopefully they will have some souvenir glassware available. I would hate to be a *cough* bad example to the kids.
They should just call it “Liverfest”. It would save them a ton of money on advertising 😉
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