I am bad in the kitchen. Nobody lets me in there at my parents’ house, and soon I suspect I’ll be barred from the kitchen at my place. Right now at my apartment I stick to broiled chicken breasts and avocados and salad. Because I got the boyfriend on a diet and we eat together now, I’ve branched out to hamburgers on the grill and pot roast (which I tried for the first time last week and it stunk). I also tried eggplant parmigiana two weeks ago and that stunk too. And the chocolate cake I tried three years ago is still a family joke.
My boyfriend is probably losing weight because because what he’s presently eating sucks so bad. At this point he’s taken to standing in the kitchen while I make meals and taking over when he can’t stand it anymore. It’s all good, because he’s actually a pretty good cook.
Screw it. I am my mother’s daughter. It’s just more fun to be pissed off at Mom than at myself!
Of course. Why didn’t you say so? I understand completely. I called my mother because she has instituted this new “tradition” which is we look at catalogs together when she was here last month, and I meant to give them to her, so that she could then purchase the stuff the kids’ wanted for Xmas. No. Now we it this way: I order it all, wrap it and present it to the kids from Grandma. And she (eventually) pays me back.
I’m not liking this system as much as the one before–the one where she bought all kinds of off stuff on her travels (we now have several daggers from various Asian countries, not to mention handknit mittens from Iceland) and a BIG box comes about mid-December. I liked that tradition a whole lot better. Plus, I just hope she reimburses me–this only working once a week is not helping the financial picture much.
In other news, the Husband and I are getting along better. Either I’m appropriately medicated or he is mellowing. Or both. Don’t know. Don’t care–just want a peaceful, non-tense holiday.
Outstanding. Also, I can see why you liked your mom’s old gift-giving system better. Fewer worries! Here’s to many peaceful and non-stressed days for all of us this holiday season!!
Format? There’s a format? You mean the part where everyone just empties their brains, regardless of whether the contents come close to the OP? You mean *that * format?
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So, dinner has been ingested, and we’ve assumed the chill positions. The kitchen is a disaster, but I’m not going to clean it up till tomorrow. I’m too tired to deal with it tonight. Tomorrow is pie day - lots of baking with the inevitable kitchen-wrecking. Fun will abound.
*Ask me how many Love Offerings have been sent to me. Go ahead and ask - I dare you!
I wish #1 son would call already. I am soooo ready to get into jammies and just watch movies tonight. So much for our supposed 60 degree day today-ha, more like 40 out there. Cold and misty (just think UK weather). It’s nice and gloomy–I like gloomy–but I am tired from working almost all day. House looks good, though.
I have to pick up #1 son from the HS whenever he calls. <taps foot>
Okay, I’m on my third glass of cheap red wine and my mood is improving.
Will be going up to my parents’ house late in the afternoon tomorrow. Will stay a couple of days just to annoy them. Not due back in the office til Tuesday of next week. Hope to get some more Christmas shopping done: against my better judgement I will be going out to the stores the day after Thanksgiving. I’ve never done that before that I can remember. I hope I don’t kill anybody.
Yes! And the SD advisory board–they’re all elves as well! Dunno who Jerry is, but he sounds like a disgruntled elf. Does he really want to be a dentist?
Yeah, I know. I keep thinking I am so gonna regret this, but I need to get the shopping done. Now we’ll see if all of that anger management therapy works. I have a feeling I’ll be breaking into Dad’s scotch by Friday evening.
Santa is omniscient. He knows when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good – I mean, dude just knows everything. Unca Cece – well, he doesn’t come right out and actually say he knows everything, but the idea is definitely implicit in many of the things he says.
Santa only comes around once a year. Unca Cece – about the same, give or take.
Santa gives physical gifts to people all around the world every Christmas. Free, even. Unca Cece, well, he gives the gift of wisdom and knowledge the rest of the year, which is about the only thing he can give from the comfort of his own chair.
The only person we know of who seems to know what Santa looks like is Haddon Sundblom, and even his claims are suspect since they’re all just paintings, and he was being paid by Coca Cola to make them anyway. The only person who apparently knows what Unca Cece looks like is Ed, but he’s been less than forthcoming with the photos, too.
Santa only drives a sleigh. We don’t know what Unca Cece drives, but there’s no reason to think it isn’t a sleigh.
Santa has elves. Unca Cece has the SDSAB.
There are 10 letters in both “Cecil Adams” and “Santa Claus.”
“Saint Nicholas” can be rearranged to spell “Hail Canonists!” “Cecil Adams” can be rearranged to spell “Claimed Sac.” “Ed Zotti” can be rearranged to spell “Zit-toed.” Or “Tit doze.” Either/both may be applicable.
It’s your last point that convinces me, Mork. You are a genius! Don’t suppose Unca Cece will stop in to wish the MMP a happy birthday. Oh please, oh please, oh please!
Dotty - hope the hubby is OK and follows up with the doc appropriately. What a scare!!!
Home with new cell phone case and birthday presents for niece. Off to make cranberry sauce and yams and maybe stuffing. Still debating what order to do stuff in.
Don’t know. Don’t care–just want a peaceful, non-tense holiday.
And given that no one has ever seen Unca Cece, how do you know he wasn’t Santa?