Originally Posted by Artiemom
I was such a poop on NYE.. Was in bed by 9:15pm and asleep by 9:30pm....Just ate junk.. some cheese and crackers, shrimp--which Artie really wanted, and a couple big glasses of wine..
Up very early for church. I am really planning on taking a nap today..I feel as if I need one. I really want to nap the day away--in my pj's and do absolutely nothing by lie down.. and perhaps watch TV or listen to some music..
I need to remember to drop off my bills at the Post Office this morning.. I did not have a car until late yesterday, so that day was shot as far as the post office. I do have a letter drop box in my apartment, but the mailman I have is really irresponsible. A couple of bills I mailed from here were lost.. and all of us are always getting other peoples mails in our boxes..
I think he is in too much of a hurry...
Took a pork tenderloin out of the freezer for supper, but I do not feel like cooking it.. I was planning on a mustard, chutney sauce with it.. I found the recipe and it is hanging up waiting for me.. tomorrow will be another day..
Well, that's my motto anyway.
Originally Posted by LTS3
Found a late Christmas gift on my desk this morning from my co-worker - a hanging glass octopus figurine I know where she got it from and she likely bought it with her volunteer discount. I noticed the same figurine when I was at the gift shop over the summer and considered buying one for a friend as a Christmas gift but I ended up buying something else instead.
I had planned on baking cookies for holiday gifts but I wound up sick for well over a week and then felt like for a week after that so I didn't get around to making any. I think tomorrow would be a good time to make some cookies to share. I pulled four recipes out of my binder last night and I still can't decide which one to make: peppermint crinkle cookies (it's past the holidays so maybe not?), chewy chocolate chip cookies, crispy chocolate chip cookies, or bittersweet chocolate chip cookies. I think Mom still has a stand mixer that actually works Her 1960s hand mixer apparently just went kaput. I think she has a fairly new Hamilton Beach stand mixer buried in one of the basement's junk filled rooms.
Hope so. Those things are expensive.
Well, in honor of the New Year, I have a few stories to share that took place over the last month (and today), and I thought I'd share them in order of most recent to oldest.
IB brought his stepkids over to play (two five-year old twins, a ten year-old, and two year-old), and I slept through most of their visit. There was this one moment when they were racing through the house trying to find the cats (who, not being used to strangers, especially not strange children, hid) and in looking for the cats one of them turned on the light in my room. I, who had been sleeping at that point, thought it was AWM making sure I was getting up for work. (She does that if we have a power outage.) So I called out that it wasn't time for me to get up for work yet, rolled over, and the light went out. Princess raced into the room, jumped on the bed (waking me up) and I sat up as I tried to figure out what was wrong. (She has a bed on the top bunk, so she almost never gets on my bed.) The light turned on again and this little girl's voice hissed, "Not that room! There's an ogre in there!" (I guess I didn't sound too friendly. There's a reason I get up three hours before work.) Princess, meanwhile, pressed against my chest and looked at me with wide eyes, tense and purring madly. (I think she was saying, "Don't let them find me!) I pet her until she calmed down, and listed to the shrieking children in the house. (My first thought was: who gave them sugar? Which probably tells you more about my childhood than anything else.) Curious, I got up and went to the living room where they were playing. They all saw me at the same time and froze. (AWM said she thought it was because they were afraid of getting in trouble for waking me.) So, I handed out Christmas stars. (I had made them in anticipation of the tree we never got.) The children didn't know what to make of me, and IB's BB (best bud) handed me a seven month-old. I turned the baby around so that he could see what was going on and he got all excited at actually looking around instead of at a person. It was cute. I said nothing. The kids went back to playing, quieter this time. (I think it's because the ogre was up. Not sure.) Then IB's BB said it was time to go and the two year-old tried to put the toy (a large exercise ball) back up. He walked past an end table, knocked something off of it, turned (still holding the giant ball) to see what had happened, and ended up clearing the end table. IB's BB got up to interfere, but I stopped him. (I firmly believe that children should be encouraged to pick up after themselves, and the place to start is to not interfere when they're doing so.) It wasn't a long visit (they left shortly after I got up), but I enjoyed it. (The funny thing was that when the baby grabbed my hair all I could think was, "Oh, yeah--that's why I used to have my hair up all the time.)
This is a heartwarming story that happened last night at the store. This woman came in with a baby and a toddler and went to buy a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, and a small cup of fruit with food stamps. (Nothing really unusual there.) Then, in the middle of ringing up her items my computer froze, and I had to shut down and restart the thing. (The problem with that is that it takes half an hour to come back up.) So the man behind her laid more than enough money down to cover her three items so that she could take her groceries and go. (I let her; we had duplicates of everything at the store and it wouldn't take that long to round them up so I could scan stuff and finish her order.) The man waited and I duly rang the items up and gave him the change. I thought it was sweet.
This one (I found it hilarious, but I refrained from laughing about it until I was off the clock) happened on Christmas Eve. (I wanted to wait to post it until I was sure that enough time had passed that the trick either worked, or didn't, just in case anyone in the family was on the site.) Anyway, this one customer came in, out of breath, saw me at the register, and said, "I need you to write a note from Santa!" I, naturally, asked why. "I need you to say that the elves went on strike and that's why his presents aren't wrapped!" Still curious, I inquired as to why he couldn't write it, to which he replied, "He knows my handwriting!"