Perhaps I should not make such wild claims. Maybe not spectacular, but Christmas photos nonetheless.
First I present my holiday baking spree. I was asked by my mother to bring cookies and a coffee cake. It just so happened that the frozen cookie dough and frozen coffee cake that I had purchased from coworkers for a child's softball team and school PTA, respectively, had come in last week.
That skinny piece of raw, frozen dough on the left grew overnight into this:
I lovingly baked it and hand-frosted it using the included frosting packet. It is important to note here that the fact that both desserts that I brought happened to start out as frozen pre-made dough should not indicate that I am lazy. I mean, I am lazy, but I do actually enjoy baking. No, this indicates that I am a huge sucker where school fundraisers are concerned.
But the holiday packaged food preparation frenzy did not stop there! This final one did double-duty as a dessert item AND giftwrap. My homage to Jim's pranking of Dwight on The Office by putting Dwight's stapler in Jello, here we have my brother's Best Buy gift card encased in lemon Jello:
Amy, look! Your Christmas cactus is nothing if not a punctual bloomer.
I spent Christmas Eve and Day with my parents, sister, brother, sister-in-law, and our good friends Laurie and Jim. My brother had to work too late to make it to Christmas Eve church, so he and I were prevented from getting our traditional Christmas Eve service uncontrollable giggle fits, much (I'm sure) to my mom's relief and my dad's disappointment. He made it in later though to assist with the traditional tormenting of our mother. In his church absence, Lisa, Dawn and I did manage to make several inappropriate church jokes. I should not be allowed to sit by people.
On Christmas Day we ate ourselves silly with a big stuffing lunch, which also included such side dishes as turkey and ham. Then we exchanged gifts. I noticed some trends forming in mine.
The political trend:
For the record, I do not hate Republicans. Hate the ideology, love the ideologue, people.
The blog trend:
Dooce and Real Live Preacher represented, of course.
Finally, the calendar trend:
When every member of your family buys you a calendar, does it mean there is a perception that you are unable to keep track of what day it is? I'm thinking yes. Isn't it great when your family really gets you? Now that I live in the tropics, I regularly have to think hard about what month or even season it is, let alone day.
I learned this Christmas that if you comment loudly and regularly for months on end about how your claddagh ring is not only cheap and crappy but also a little too big, such that it tends to fall off when your hands are cold (which is almost all of the time) your parents will eventually catch on and buy you a nice new one that not only is made of real silver but also is your actual ring size.
Seeing as how my parents had been so very intuitive (they also gleaned from my caffeine addiction and perpetual singleness that I might like a one cup coffee maker) I was really hoping that they would like the portraits that my siblings and I had taken for them. Here they are opening the package.
Pop quiz, hotshot. Are my parents:
a) wondering aloud yet again about how my brother got such a pretty girl to marry him?
b) laughing about how Dan's hairline is inching ever closer to where my dad's currently resides?
c) really excited about their present?
If you said c, give yourself a gold star! Because they loved the photos which were taken by the lovely and talented Melissa, assisted by Doug of Eli Photography. Allow me to recommend either or both for all of your portrait needs. I mean, I showed up with unusually flat hair, an ill-chosen sweater, and eyes which squint when I smile (Melissa: More smile, Lori! Less squint though! Ok, but now smile and keep your eyes open. Wait, what's wrong with your eyes?) and she even made me look good.
Photographic proof of above statement would be inserted here, were Typepad not refusing to do the same. In fact, Typepad has been uncharacteristically reluctant to deal with any of these photos, meaning that I have spent literally hours working on this post and also possibly pounding on the table and yelling a little. I might have given up, were I less committed to your...oh hell, it's not like I had anything else to do today except attempt to remember that I had laundry in (crap, laundry is still in dryer!) and make a quickly-forgotten mental grocery list for a trip out among the people that I failed to ever actually take.
I can't even remember now where, if anywhere, this post was going. So I will sign off now while I still remember about getting the laundry out of the dryer. Perhaps tomorrow I will even venture out so far as the grocery store for bread to make sandwiches from leftover turkey and also milk, necessitated by the chocolates I received, dark chocolate stuffed with even more chocolate. And coffee! That's what else was on the list! If I call you from the store tomorrow, will you remind me?