Sarah went to bed the other night with this sign on her chest:
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Gawd that cracks me up.
I feel the same way Sarah, I really do.
Mark and I spent the entire day cleaning and yet, amazingly, we made very little visible impact. How does that happen? Clean the basement and the closets, that’s how. *sigh*
I am pooped.
I have a frozen pasta dinner in the oven for tonight’s dinner (no energy left for anything more than that) and I am trying to decide how much kitchen prep to do for tomorrow. I have a feeling I’m going to be on the couch instead, with my feet up, watching the second half of Gone with the Wind.
When I planned the activities for our family advent calendar I forgot how busy we tend to get in the leadup to Christmas. We’ve had to postpone a couple of items.
The gift-making for our resident birds and squirrels was supposed to happen on the 20th. We didn’t finish until today, two days later. We hung over a dozen items in our backyard. The chickadees were all over them within about 20 minutes. Unfortunately they’re calling for rain over the weekend. I don’t know how well they’re going to hold up.
To make the items pictured above:
Top pic: Take half a stale bagel, spread heavily with peanut butter, press into seed mix and hang.
Bottom: Mix up some gelatin and add bunch of seeds. Press with wet hands into muffin tin. Tie with kitchen string and hang.
We bought our seeds at the bulk food store, which worked out great. No lugging 20 lbs bags of seed! We bought only what we needed. And it was cheap. I think it worked out to three dollars worth.
We also tried making old fashioned garlands using popcorn, raisins and Cheerios. Emma did okay, but Sarah and I both poked ourselves with the sewing needle, hard. Popcorn is actually pretty hard to string. I won’t be trying that one again anytime soon.
Today, the girls and I are heading out to a Christmas party. Mark is staying home to get a few things done around the house.
I can’t believe it’s almost Christmas already. I’m not quite ready. Are you?
Below is the (new) mantra I chant when I’m:
– trudging through knee-high snow on the way to/from school, to/from the post office, to/from almost everywhere
– feeling the sting of cold wind on my face
– scraping ice off of a frozen car
– using all my strength to pry open a car door that’s frozen shut
– squirting windshield washer fluid on the windshield for the 100th time
– changing my socks because I stepped in melted snow (I really hate that)
– cursing the snowplows for skipping my street and all surrounding sidewalks
– shovelling snow uphill onto the front lawn because there is nowhere left to put it
– listening to a forecast that predicts we’ll be getting rain on top of everything that’s accumulated so far
Ready for my mantra?
It’s “JAMAICA, JAMAICA, JAMAICA… ”
My ticket is officially booked.
Heh heh.
