Am I bad? This pup of mine is one hundred percent gorgeous, has hundreds of dollars invested in her already, and has been finally labelled a best friend to the kids. Maya the dog, sits way too pretty, cocks her head to the side in efforts to show her cute-n-cluelessness, and can perform her mandatory tricks with just hearing the word, treat .
She has stopped stealing socks, doesn't chew on furniture, and doesn't bark. So why do I hate her you ask? Because, I swear that she is all about grossing me out.
I don't mean grossing me out as in bent over licking her privates at my feet or while we are eating dinner. That's gross -- she does that and I can still love her anyway. I don't mean grossing me out with horrific belches and the infamous silent but violent dog fluffs.
That's gross too, and I still love her even tho. She happy pees, sheds dog hair and skin, and enjoys licking human feet and the cat's arse (if she can get it without losing an eye) -- all completely vulgar. BUT there has to be a line!
! Doesn't there? With a dog, does anything go?
I mean, isn't there a point where you can justifiably say, I do not like you anymore ? 'Cause it's happened to me folks. I am there, and all I can see is this one problem overshadowing every sliver of good, or minor annoyance my pet has to offer.
Now you all know that I live in the north. Everything here is snowy and frozen -- and in this particular case, I have to say Halle-freakin-luiah! The other day I opened my door, and sitting there at my doorstep -- were several logs of frozen shitzacles.
*gasp* I was astonished with how these got there, because I knew that there was no way that my beloved pooch could do something so...
so vile. Annoyed, I scooped the poop to the trash. A few hours later, I went to let Maya outside, and I was completely aghast -- for the poop had returned!
I was horrified upon the realization that this new hoarding obsession was from my own pretty puppy, and not a filthy canine drifter. I could feel my cheeks start to tingle as the next step to that was gagging. Since then, Maya's poop retrieval has become somewhat of a hobby, a mission, a natural born talent -- and I am nowhere near impressed.
Shouldn't there be a limit to what a Golden Retriever is permitted to retrieve? So what is this? Why is my dog -- my pretty girl dog, treating her droppings as if it were a buried treasure that she must recover from the depths of the growing snowbanks?
Does this give her a sense of security? Does she have abandonment issues? Does she think that her feces must be rescued from it's certain fate of permanent disposal?
I am utterly disgusted. I assure you that she is well fed -- she is provided with three square meals a day, and treats to boot. I cannot even comprehend how excrement could have any sort of sentimental value or be tastier than a dog biscuit, or a rawhide.
What's next -- rolling in it? What do I do -- what do I do -- what do I do??
? Help! 1.
In two words, explain what ended your last relationship? Conflicting personalities. 2.
When was the last time you shaved your legs? Today 3. What were you doing this morning at 8am?
Getting kids ready for school. 4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
Putting Paige to bed. 5. Are you any good at math?
I was great at math until grade 12. Then I went stupid I think. 6.
Your prom night? I've only seen proms in the movies. 7.
Do you have any famous ancestors? Not that I know of. 8.
Have you ever taken out a loan to pay for school? No. 9.
How many different beverages did you drink today? 3 Water, coffee, tea 10. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machines?
Yes 11. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to? Lee Aaron.
12. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach? Always 13.
What's the most painful dental procedure you've had? My wisdom teeth pulled. 14.
What is out your back door? It's a sidedoor, and the garage with my car is out there. 15.
Any plans for Friday night? Tonight IS Friday night, and as you can see, I am not doing much. 16.
Do you like the ocean? I love the ocean. And the smell of seaweed takes me back to when I was little.
17. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different kinds of popcorn for Christmas? No.
18. Have you ever been to a planetarium? Yes in Vancouver when I was a kid and it was amazing.
I want to go again now as an adult. 20. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO?
Red 22. Describe your keychain. It is a blue clip with too many keys on it, and a flashlight.
23. Where do you keep your change? My wallet or in my car 24.
When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people? My nephews memorial service back in May. 25.
What kind of winter coat do you have? One I want to replace. It's a black 3 in1 thing.
26. What are you wearing right now? Jeans, top, fleece sweater 27.
What is your current problem? You don't want to know 28. What do you love most?
My kids, of course 29. Are you musically talented? In school, I could play the clarinet.
Wouldn't call it talent tho. 30. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day-what would you be?
A Grandma's lap cat who gets constant affection all day. +. Ever have a near death experience?
As fascinating as the idea is, I'm happy that the answer to this is no. +. Can you sing?
yes I can...
absolutely. Can I sing well? No +.
What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? Love you lately by Daniel Powter. +.
Who did you cut and paste this from? I can't remember. It's been in a future blog file for a long time.
+. Name someone with the same b-day as you: Shirley Temple
I couldn't fathom doing so. Another year has gone by, and it's Tracey's birthday again. I feel like she just had a birthday, but I know that it is just the days and months whipping by.
Or maybe it's because after Christmas, the insane volume of birthdays start in February, and she just happens to be one of the ones who kick off the year. Nonetheless, it's her day again *sheesh -- get over it already!*, and I want to wish her a fantastic 36th.
We have been friends since she was 23 years old and I was 19. To steal an excerpt from my last years blog to her:
I'm awfully thankful that she is pushy sometimes or else she wouldn't be my friend today. She threw herself into this awesome thing we call a friendship and forced me to like her.Well, I can't say forced in a way like she restrained me, and coerced me into drinking tea with her all the while laughing at her jokes (she is genuinely funny). However, Tracey pounced into my world and wouldn't go away. She was very persistent, and I have to commend her for that, because I wasn't.
I was lazy and didn't think that we had much in common. But, her weekly phonecalls and occasional visit turned into daily phonecalls and frequent visits, and a year later I realized that she became an important enough friend that I could trust and unload my secrets on! *thinking* Boy, have I been a burden all these years.
Jumping ahead to the present, we now have many things in common. While divorce isn't one of them, and being a fellow Bud girl and a reformed smoker aren't on that list of similarities either, we do have a common connection. We both are mothers of three who have been blessed with two princes and a princess, but family is as rich as we get.
We are stay-at-home-Moms who's paycheck comes in the form of kisses and hugs. We love to dance, do crafty things, and have our chats. We may not see each other often, but we know that we are there for each other always.
Something incredibly silly happened not that long ago. It's a story about how we are so Mom's who don't get out much. While chatting on MSN, I generally listen to wide array of things going on in the background -- TV being the number one culprit for noise.
Anyway, I'm chatting away when I hear the familiar jingle of a show that I had strangely grown to like. So I say:
That's it folks! We have lives that revolve around being a kid.Here I thought that Tracey was just going to think that her zany friend was, once again, spouting off many of the ridiculous comments (like I normally like to stir chat up with), when she replied much more knowledgeable of the show than me! Hahaha -- Losers! Awww.
..Trace, I love being stupid with you!
Have a wonderful day! I love ya! See you at lunch! I am not entirely superstitious, however, I will do things out of tradition or habit, with the nagging wonder that if I were to break the cycle, I will cause myself unexpected grief for doing something different. I always, always take my tree down before the New Year. I just can't handle the clutter that the once pretty Christmas tree generates -- mainly the toys that don't get put away, and that instead, get shoved right back under the tree.
I like the norm. I like for all the furniture that has been moved to accomodate the tree, to be put right back into their usual spots. When I was growing up, I recall the tree being disassembled after New Years, but as an adult, it is so incredibly hard for me to stare at the clutter magnet for any longer than I have to.
Well last year, my sister said to me, Don't you know that it's bad luck to take your tree down before New Years? *gulp* I didn't realize that such a superstition existed about a Christmas tree. That particular comment loomed in the back of my brain, as I was taking down my tree when I usually do.
Well wouldn't you know it? It's been the crappiest year I have ever experienced in my life! So, while ordinarily I'd have my tree down by now, I keep staring at this huge decoration with all of its dangling garland and ornaments, wanting so much to remove it, and yet wondering if there is any truth to sister's superstition.
The same superstition lies with a brand new calendar. After purchasing a new calendar, I always go through it, and promptly fill it in month-by-month with all known appointments, birthdays, and anniversaries etc. My stepdad once said to me, that it is bad luck to open a new calendar before the new year.
For as stupid as it sounded, and for every year that I have totally disregarded the statement, it too, remains to nag my brain that I could potentially ruin my year, should I open the calendar. My stepdad's words-of-warning is always a fleeting thought, but with each attempt to strip the cellophane from my brand new calendar, those words seem to linger until the calendar is open, and what's done is done.
So here I sit, trying to refrain from a) taking down my tree, and b) opening my new calendar until 2007 begins, for fear that the upcoming year will be a self-inflicted misery, and Hell will encroach on our life yet again.This is where I sought out Google. I needed to find someone, anyone, with the same or similar superstitious concerns that seem to plague me. I always seem to land on the Yahoo!
Answers website, and interestingly enough, I have found more than what I was after. I found some people who have even weirder beliefs or fears! Most of the folklore I have never even heard of, and yet some families do these rituals annually to ensure good health, luck and fortune.
*sigh* Now I have even more weighing on my head than just a tree and a calendar. As 2007 is quickly approaching, I'll list some of the things I have discovered to give your family a great start, should you think that you need it -- like moi. Here goes!
.I've never even seen a black eyed pea, but I'll embark on the search and try one.
Great! An excuse not to clean my floors!
No wonder my Mom's and Tracey's homes are immaculate at any given time.
This man should bring with him a small gift. Apparently, women bring very bad luck! *giggle* Who knew that we were more than just pains in the butt!
?
Maybe this time, it'll come true.
You won't have a problem with this one!
Thank goodness for our coin collection.
I'm sure that I'll have some coins to spare after stuffing mine and Darrin's pockets.
Hmmm...
how to persuade the subconscience to do this? Drink lots before bedtime?
Again, I can try this! I'll spread my coins here and there to heighten my chances of a financially great year!
This will bring you riches and you won't have to worry about paying bills. What, will I become a millionaire? 'Cause that's the only way I can see getting out of worrying about bills.
These are just some of the many, many urban legends, folklore, superstitions, traditions, whatever-you-want-to-call-it that I have found. Incidentally, I have not found anything to do with a new calendar, but with the Christmas tree, you are supposed to take it down January 6th -- not before or after. I don't know if I can wait that long!!
Any superstitions or traditions that your family carries out come New Years? Here's to you for a wonderfully healthy, prosperous, and all 'round lucky 2007!! Cheers! *clink!
*
Some interesting sites that I snagged my info from: *blissful sigh* I love boxing day! It is truly the perfect day to unwind, relax, peruse your loot, and just enjoy the family without the chaos. It's still an excuse to hang in your jammies, reconnect with your couch, and watch the hours flip by with doing next to nothing.I certainly didn't go out of my way this year to make sure that my Christmas lights on the outside of the house were plugged in, didn't decorate the inside of my home with Christmasey trinkets, didn't go to Christmas parties, and didn't even entertain the thought of entertaining others with my usual Christmas Eve function. When your heart is not feeling the spirit of Christmas, it's hard to get into the mood for all of those things that generally fall into place nicely. My family has had a lot of changes to deal with over the past year, and most times, my thoughts lean towards the hope and anticipation of a brighter new year that is more kind to us.
I have just wanted to get the holidays over and done with, and bound into the new year with the hope that the moment that 2007 begins until the very moment that 2007 ends, we have been given a sweet year to enjoy and reflect upon.
However, yesterday gave me something that I haven't had in a very long time. My family together sitting under the same tree, sharing a day that was undeniably different -- but which reinforced the fact that we are a family who are not only bonded through all of the bad times that we have encountered this year, but by the good moments as well, where peace and tranquility just happen upon us to lift our spirits, and give our souls the strength needed to press on.It was certainly a blessed day.
Christmas morning started very early. By 5:30 AM, the coffeemaker chimed in with its usual series of loud beeps when the brew cycle is complete, that echoed throughout the quiet house, and served as my alarm clock.In no time, I was up and quickly downing a mug of caffeine that only registered as coffee by the second cup. In a flash, I had the Christmas tree lights on, and was working on brewing another batch of coffee for all the adults that would be demanding an immediate pick-me-up. From the kitchen I heard a couple of quiet knocks as my parents entered the house, their jammies on, breakfast in hand, and ready to help rouse the rest of my sleepy family.
In what seemed like no time at all, my sister, brother-in-law, and niece walked in -- them too in their jammies, ready to attack our tree. By 6:00 AM, the house came alive with greetings, conversation, and excitement.
The family got spoiled.I don't mean with a ton of gifts each, but everyone had a little something or two (or three) to open and enjoy. We actually put a stop to the gift exchange between families, but this Christmas, since we were all together, we each made contributions to ensure that no one was sitting there empty handed for any length of time. It was really, really nice.
Paige was in her glory. She is still a little too young to tear open gifts, but she gladly watched as I slowly revealed her next prized possession. I love that almost everything she received, she loves to play with.
This year was all things girlie, or anything Elmo (or Eh-woe as she calls him). We have already played her new Elmo DVD's several times, as she just loves to hear him in the background while she plays with her toys.
Dylan was priceless to watch this year.He's a teen now, and a little harder to shop for. Well it's not that he's harder, it's just that he's more expensive. Pretty much everything that he wants costs so much, that he is having a difficult time adjusting to receiving less.
He does understand, it's just that Christmas opening doesn't take a long time anymore. Welcome to adulthood little man! The best part about watching him tho, was the slight look of concern that came over his face -- wondering if he truly was going to receive the very thing that he wanted most -- Guitar Hero 2 for his Playstation 2.
Keep a look-out for the photos which will be posted after this blog -- you'll see what I mean! *giggle*
Tanner was the happiest kid from start to finish. He is so easy to please, and yet surprisingly, the hardest boy to shop for.His wish list contained everything that was stupid expensive. However, it's not that he is unhappy with regular things. We managed to get him one gift from his list, and the rest of his gifts, we had to just improvise and get him what we thought he'd like or needed.
He was happy. You couldn't have seen a more thrilled child.
We lounged for the rest of the day, had a few visitors, and then promptly got ready to head off to my sister's house for Christmas turkey dinner.We had a great meal. I love turkey with all the trimmings except brussel sprouts. Blech!
However, the little green cabbages didn't spoil my appetite for everything else! My sister did an awesome job preparing a feast for everyone. By the time we got home, put Paige to bed, and cleaned my kitchen, I was wiped!
I slept so well last night, and feel great today. Our plan now is preparing for a little something for New Year's Eve. Really don't have solid plans yet, but we are working on it.
And that concludes my Christmas update! I hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas, and are enjoying the rest of their holiday! So this year, Darrin and I had no choice but to tackle the malls in search for Christmas gifts late in the month.
Shopping early is a brilliant idea when you have all your finances in order to accomodate the shop-early luxury. However, considering that you can't always depend on a skookum paycheck way ahead of time, you have to deal with what you have or have not been given. That being said, we started our shopping way late in the game, which meant weaving our way through hoards of people in desperate search for just a few of the precious items that had topped the kids' wish lists.
With that, I feel the need to get some things off my chest and delve into the good, the bad, and the ugly part of Christmas.
I love that the holidays bring us together with the family and friends that we seem to get disconnected with throughout the year. I enjoy the visits, and the time that people make for others to catch up with life.I love everything about Christmas Eve -- it's like the calm before the storm, with loads of anticipation! I love touring through town to see all the hard work that some people have put into decorating the outside of their homes. I love school Christmas concerts and how our children put their heart and soul into singing and performing in front of hundreds of people.
I love turkey dinners, holiday traditions, and sharing it all with your family. This year, I am especially excited about, as I will have my sister, brother-in-law and niece, and my Mom and stepdad joining us around our tree Christmas morning. I am also extremely happy to have my boys this year.
My ex-husband and I alternate Christmases with the boys, and every other year, I have them for Christmas morning. With this being the year that we are all together, I am very thankful.
What amazes me, are the commercials that encourage the buying of huge, expensive items for immediate extended family, and even friends. How much money do people have anyway? I laugh at the Zales commercials, and the Kay Jewellers commercials (every kiss begins with Kay
), where men are engrained with the idea that diamonds are the only way to showing the women that they love just how much they love them.
It bothers me because it's times like that when Darrin and I are watching TV and those ads come on, that Darrin sighs and tells me how much he would love for me to receive those kind of presents from him Christmas morning. It's not realistic, and it doesn't make our men any less loving if they can't afford some variation of diamond jewellery. iPods, big entertainment systems, cellphones for the entire family, plasma screen TV's, even the car companies are promoting the sale of vehicles as gifts!
My Gawd! It's really upsetting to see how the spirit of giving can get so blown out of proportion. Even my eldest son felt that he needed to buy his brother a $50.
00 gift. No matter what I said about having a limit, and the thought being what counts, Dylan thought that Tanner deserved an expensive item and bought it for him.
I think that one of the complaints that most of us share is the chaos that is brought about by none other than the over abundance of shopping carts and the people that steer them.Christmastime is famous for bringing out the people that are not only completely oblivious to cart courtesy, but are blindly contributing to Christmas Cart Rage. The cart courtesy concept has turned into a major phenomenon. Some people just don't care throughout the entire duration of their shopping quest, while others (like myself), start out caring and considerate, but then have no choice but to convert to the each man for him/herself theory.
It truly is survival out there in them malls, warding off the Christmas villians who aren't familiar with the CCCC ( Christmas Cart Code of Conduct). It is a fairly obvious set of rules..
.I think.
#1.Stay with your cart at all times. I can't even count the number of times that I have been face-to-face with an abandoned cart that is parked directly in front of the items that I want to look at, only to find that the cart owner is several feet over in that aisle happily looking at the shelves, zoned out and unaware of your existence, and placing the burden of their cart onto you.
#2.Don't leave your cart in the middle of an aisle. Just as you wouldn't park your car in the middle of a street, the same rule applies here.
#3.See a friend? A simple greet-n-go is perfect. It's amazing how many holiday plans I've been forced to listen to because of being stuck in a talking traffic jam.
It seems to be at these very moments that I can never move forward or backward. I mean I really don't want to interrupt your visit, but chit-chat should be over coffee at a caffeteria. If you don't have time for that, then neither do the people that are being held up by you.
After picking up Tanner from school today, he sparked up a conversation that had to do with good ol' Saint Nick. Considering that he is 10 years old, and on the cusp of discovering the truth about Santa Claus, I was a tad concerned about where this conversation was going to go. Tanner: Yes, I know that.
But did you know that Saint Nicholas is real?
I probably heard that once upon a time, but really couldn't say that I knew that fact, so I replied. Tanner: My teacher was talking about him today, and said that he lived long ago, and gave food and gifts to people.But he is dead now.
Tanner: Yes, I know that. But I am just saying that he is dead.Me: Well if that is true, who puts the Santa presents under the tree? Awww, how cute? And, whew!
-- thank goodness, he still believes!
1. OCD Alert!When I was a teenager, I used to fear that I would sleep in and be late for school. I was terribly afraid that my alarm settings would just change overnight. So.
..after setting the alarm to on , I would press the alarm button to reveal the time I had set it for.
However, this wasn't enough. I had *had* to press it 9 times in a row. Not 8, not 10, but 9.
But then, this wouldn't be good enough; I had to repeat the intervals of 9 over and over again, until I was either at the brink of tears or I felt mentally comfortable. IF I woke up in the middle of the night, I would be consumed with the entire process over again.
When I had my first son, and became a stay-at-home Mom, I thought that I would be relieved of this whole compulsive behaviour.Not the case, it was an OCD transfer. Leaving the alarm clock obsession behind me, I acquired a new compulsion of checking each knob on the stove. Once again, incredibly fearful, that those knobs would turn on by themselves and create a fire, I would have to touch and count each knob making sure that they were off.
I would do this several times, and then go to bed. If I couldn't fall asleep right away, or I woke up to tend to my son, I'd be back into the kitchen to check those knobs again. I am not so bad anymore, but I still have to check the stove and count each knob *just once* before going to bed.
Embarrassingly, Darrin has caught this behaviour, and will occasionally say to me during the nighttime routine, I've checked the stove for you; the knobs are off . Eeep!
2.I can only eat soup or cereal with the one spoon in my drawer that is different from the rest of the others. It just feels better in my hand.
3.I drink my coffee from a certain mug, and I drink tea from another certain mug. If they are dirty, I will wash them first rather than choosing one of the dozens of other mugs in my cupboard.
4.I have, have, have to shave every single day.
5. I usually flip through magazines from back to front.6. If anyone in my home is sick, I mentally track their every move, and then Lysol everything they have touched when they leave the room. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Hot Chocolate. I don't know what it is about egg nog that people love, but for me, the thickness, and even having to repeat the name Egg NOG gets my gag reflex going. However, my kids love it, and for that reason I will buy it.
I just won't pour it or watch them drink it. Blech! Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Santa wraps in special Santa wrap. I used to wrap all of the stocking stuffers too, but have since gone back to just stuffing the sock with unwrapped trinkets. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
Blue and white on my house -- although I prefer all white on my house. Coloured on my tree. No blinkies!
! I can't stand blinkies in my lights. They are so distracting, and don't at all give me a peaceful feeling.
Do you hang mistletoe? No. But I would love to!
When do you put your decorations up? December 1st. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?
That's a toughie 'cause I like it all. The stuffing, BUT not every family's stuffing. I have had stuffing that is gooey, filled with raisins and sausage, and nah -- my taste buds don't approve.
I like Mom's or Stove Top. Favorite Holiday memory as a child: This isn't necessarily my favourite, but it is one that sticks in my mind. I remember being six or seven, and my Mom and Dad were sleeping still.
My brother and sister told me to go grab the stockings off of the fireplace mantel and bring them back to our rooms. Even as a little one, I didn't want to spoil the surprise of peeking at the tree. So I tried so *SO* hard not to look as I went to retrieve the stockings, but one of my gifts was right in my view.
It was so big, it couldn't be wrapped, and I knew it was mine! It was a massive dollhouse (that is sitting in my basement waiting to be updated so that my own little Paigie can play with it someday), that was handmade by my Dad, Grandpa and Mom. It came equipped with every room furnished and all the little people.
Talk about excitement!!!
When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? I was five. The neighbour's daughter who was older than me, decided to tell me out on my swing set one day, that there was no such thing as the Tooth Fairy.
While she was at it, she decided to crush me even further by telling me that there was no Easter Bunny, and *gasp* no Santa Claus. Talk about a bad day. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
As a kid, we never had that option. From what I can remember, the only presents that were put around the tree were the ones from extended family and friends. When we went to bed Christmas Eve night, is when the loot came out.
However, as an adult now, I have since customized my Christmases to my own liking, and yes, the kids can open a gift. BUT it is not one of their choosing. Generally it's new jammies or a new Christmas DVD for the family to watch before they go to bed.
How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? Ooo, oooo, ooooo, I get excited talking about my tree. I know, everyone's tree is special, but I just love mine.
It is decorated with coloured lights (remember, no blinkies), silver garland, with a silver topper, a very pretty silver treeskirt, lots of blue and silver balls, and a revolving Santa train that we attach to the centre of the tree. That's not really the part the gets me giddy. What is.
..is this -- the annual ornaments!
My Mom used to attach a new ornament to my stocking every year. She would write my name and the year on the bottom or back of it. When I moved out and had my very own Christmas tree, she gave me all of my ornaments that had been collected over the years.
They have huge sentimental value. And as great traditions get passed on, I too, do the same thing for my kids. All three of my children will have at least 18 annual ornaments to decorate their trees with when they move out and have a family of their own.
Snow! Love it or Dread it? Dread it coming in October.
Love it during November, December, and January. After that..
.I hate it, because it usually stays until the end of April. Can you ice skate?
I can. I haven't done it since I was a kid, so I'd have to get reaquainted with the feeling of being on ice. Do you remember your favorite gift?
Okay, so maybe the dollhouse should have come here. But I'll have to add this one too. When I was a teenager, my Mom bought a Holiday Barbie that came on a stand and was wearing this beautiful emerald gown.
If I am remembering this correctly, she attached a little basket to Barbie's wrist that was holding a little wrapped box. Inside the box, was my daughter's pride ring. What’s the most important thing about the Holidays for you?
My family. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? Shortbread cookies.
..again the way Mom bakes them.
They just melt in your mouth. Mmmmm..
. What is your favorite holiday tradition? The ornaments that I talked about above.
But I also love Christmas Eve which I try to do annually but don't always have the opportunity. We have a lot of friends that we don't usually see often throughout the year, and so on Christmas eve, I like to have a luncheon that is designated to all family and friends. I prepare all sorts of appetizers and treats that everyone is free to just pick at as they mingle and visit with each other.
Good times! I also enjoy a car ride around town in the evening of the 24th, to look at all the Christmas lights. What tops your tree?
A silver star. It was a silver angel, but Darrin wanted it changed to a star. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?
Giving. What is your favorite Christmas Song? There are so many that I like, but my favourite for the past few years has been Mary's Boy Child, by Boney M.
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