Holy cow, is tomorrow Friday already?
Indeed it is.
Well, I have finished my holiday shopping for my co-workers (the folks on my team get a bottle of red zin) but I still need to think about Maribou, The Nephews, The Bro-In-Law (I drew his name for Christmas), and something for Mom.
Oh, and Fish. I’ll probably get him a bottle of something.
This weekend won’t be about that, though. This weekend will be spent hunkered down, as if the end of the world were coming soon. Spent wearing fuzzies and under blankets in the basement, hiding out, waiting for the robotussin to start (and then waiting for it to stop) working.
So… what’s on your docket?
By a stroke of amazing coincidence, I was thinking of the same thing for you! :-). Perhaps a nice, uncomplicated Claret?
I was planning on hunkering down today and tomorrow. then a friend is coming into town. luckily she is also pro-hunkering…
Jack sports things on Saturday (baseball skills test, basketball scrimmage). I *will* finish the dollhouse this weekend.
I don’t want to think about Christmas presents.
I got a text from my daughter today: “Don’t buy me anything for Christmas. All I want from you is a handmade card. Your best effort! It’s much more meaningful.”
So I need to summon up all my artistic ability and try to make something that doesn’t look like the work of a particularly inept three-year-old. (No fair using a computer, she says.)
It’s a trap!
Hobbits and dwarves.
I recommend taking them to the movies. Anything good showing?
Think they’d like Red Dawn?
They might. I heard that Dwarves ‘n’ Norks are natural enemies.
I need to complete the holiday shopping.
Tonight: Very, very large grocery shopping trip.
Tomorrow: Much cooking and kitchen prep work.
Saturday: Combination Holiday and R’Tod Birthday celebration in the form of an Open
House, with four entrees plus sides, salads, charcuterie, cheeses, wine and pitchers of Manhattans. If any Leaguers (or BTers!) are in the general area they should consider themselves invited.
Sunday: Sleeping in to a very, very late hour.
Happy birthday! Turning 29 again?
I have many female friends who somehow managed to remained 29 for several years.
One chose to use a modified numbering system for age delineation, so instead of “twenty-nine” rolling over to “thirty”, for several years she went with “twenty-ten”, “twenty-eleven”, and so on. She felt this sounded better.
Sounds like my preschoolers.
Honestly, I don’t know why people don’t just give their age in hexidecimal.
Birthday! Happiest of happies.
Happy Birthday Tod!
Happy Birthday RTod!
Happy Birthday!! mmm Manhattans next to a dirty martini one of my favorite drinks
Happy birthday!!!!
Today, we’re taking two colleagues and friends who housed us during the hurricane to our and their favorite pizza joint as a show of gratitude. May venture into the city for a friend’s girlfriend’s birthday but likely will be too full/tired/old/pregnant to chase around a bunch of 25-year-olds.
Tomorrow, I have about 500 pieces of firewood to move and stack. Grand! We’re also probably doing some shopping/researching for baby goods.
Sunday… big slate of quality NFL games on the docket, so likely parking in front of the couch and watching those on Red Zone.
to our and their favorite pizza joint
Dude, don’t you remember that long thread about how dangerous that place is?
You’re only saying that because it’s in Yonkers and you’re racist.
Also, my dad had promised me soup in the mailbox post Thanksgiving and I was hoping to snap a pic of it for you. Unfortunately, I was home and the garage was open so he just put the soup on the car instead.
Dang.
500 pieces of firewood to move and stack
While helping me with a home construction project, a good friend once told me that he had come to realize that most of life consists of moving heavy objects from one place to another; then later moving them again elsewhere (or, back to position A). Repeat.
This strikes me as a fair bit of Zen wisdom now.
But at the time, all I could think was, “what a Sisy!”
Being a grown up = moving heavy things back and forth. It’s really that simple.
Keep moving that firewood back and forth, it’s good training for carrying your critter-to-be.
“…your critter-to-be.”
Oh no… we’re having a HUMAN baby. I checked.
Not one who has his father’s eyes?
“So, what do you for a living?”
“I lift things up and put them down.”
Tonight we have to be good aunts and uncles and watch one of the neices dance during the halftime of a basketball game. If she wasn’t so damn cute…
Tomorrow morning, hunting per usual and then I have to go pick up my mom and bring her out to the hinterlands because she has “never seen your house decorated for Christmas and would like to once before I die.” I’m making this for dinner because my mom LOVES meatloaf:
http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/09/my-favorite-meatloaf/
Lots of fights on TV tonight and tomorrow so I have to remember we have HD (I always forget about it for some reason).
Sunday I may brave the mob and see The Hobbit altough I will probably just wait until a weeknight.
You’re complaining because you have to go to a basketball game? What kind of Kentuckian are you?
This is a grade school game and I don’t even know the kids playing. But yeah, I’m not a big hoops guy. I fake it for a few weeks in March.
Ah, grade school. It’s like the 7th grade orchestra concert I went to last night–for parents only, not music lovers.
Finish building computer.
Went to The Hobbit. Highly recommend it. Still humming “Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold”. Whatever complaints I may have about the LotR movies, the music is perfection, and that carries over to The Hobbit (aside from the travesty of a song played over the closing credits).
Hope you’re feeling better soon, Jay. Colds are miserable things. I find chai tea* made with milk helps.
*Yes, this is redundant since “chai” means tea.
I will drink chai tea and do tai chi and watch an episode of Joanie loves Chachi.
I hope to be better by, oh, Sunday.
Busy weekend for me. Saturday is Trans-Siberian Orchestra with my son. Sunday I sing in our choir’s Christmas Musical. Somewhere in there, I am baking a red velvet cake for the after service fellowship.
On top of all that, I have to find time for the normal weekend housework.
I will be wishing I was doing many things (going to holiday parties, watching the Steelers/Chargers, and seeing The Hobbit), but instead I will be doing many toddler friendly activities as I can’t bring myself to be away from him this weekend.
Boy, I hear that.
I may not be the best example. So far all we’ve done is make homemade kahlua and I taught him to slow dance. Are those really toddler friendly activities? Heh, he seems to enjoy them.
make homemade kahlua
Uhh, whaaaaa?
I did this once, years ago; it came out…subpar (we still drank it though!).
Curious if Miss Mary’s recipe and/or technique would produce any better results than I achieved.
I make kahlua every year for holiday gifts. Lemon Cello too. The trick is to start it in time. Unfortunately, it’s 10 days until Christmas and I prefer to age my kahlua for two weeks, but this will have to do. Lemon Cello takes 30 to 90 days. You can find a ton of recipes on-line, but I’ve never found one that I love so I just keep experimenting. This batch of kahlua I used terbinado sugar, light brown sugar, instant coffee, and vodka. Some recipes call for vodka and rum, or espresso, which I still need to try. Some recipes call for Everclear, which I have tried and won’t do again.
Next time going to try making irish cream. Mmm.
10 days until Christmas and I prefer to age my kahlua for two weeks
Just write “Best After xx/xx/xx” on the label. Increases the anticipation.
Next time going to try making irish cream.
You need to do a guest post about that one,
I suppose that depends on how it turns out, Mike. It may be a “what not to do” post.
Glyph, I’ll have to work it into the label. I think I can come up with something cute.
I’ve been having a super-fun weekend of driving in to the office to see patients, then driving in to Boston to check in on a couple of inpatients. It’s like a carnival, except with isolation precautions!
And I would have loved to spend a little time in the other Portland toasting a certain Ordinary. Next year, perhaps.
Firewood warms many times. Cutting, hauling, splitting, stacking, burning, cleaning the ash. Each takes deliberate effort that warms, body and soul.
I’m going to sit next to a cast-iron cook stove in my kitchen. I’ll cook some supper in it or on it. I’ll ferment a vat of dough from the happy culture in my refrigerator and turn it into bread or pizza in my wood stove tomorrow. All while the world drops a foot of snow outside my window.
It’s very beautiful here in the mountains. Good to warm my backside, cook something filling, knit a warm hat, and watch the snow fall on the Mahoosuc Mountains out the kitchen window.