12.11.2008

You've waited long enough

Here you go....















The picture doesn't do it justice. Be sure to notice the doilies placed here and there. Below is a shot up close, just so you can get the full effect of the garland and bows:















And here is a close-up of me as an elf. This part is actually kind of cute.




















The ladies who worked on it spent lots of time on it, so this will be the last time I mention the decorating contest. (P.S. We did not win.)

And I am sick of the way Blogger formats things. I don't know how to place captions underneath a photo and I'm not going to mess with it any longer, sorry.

12.09.2008

Just wait...

Close your eyes for a moment and picture this:
- massive amounts of garland in every color
- printed pictures of elves (with our pictures from our ID badges as the faces)
- lots of bows (like the ones you peel the sticky off the bottom and stick to a gift)
- lots of lights: some strands blink, others don't
- large train cut out of butcher paper, decorated with christmas cards
- stuffed animals pretending to board the train

Remember, the theme is "All Aboard to Certification Land."

I hope you have a mental picture that is clear as a bell. I am going to bet that it doesn't compare with the actual thing. I'll give you a picture tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I am responsible for the old timey schoolhouse and the trees. I told them that was all I had time to do. Truth was, I did not want to be any part of this National Lampoon Decorating contest.

UPDATE: I keep forgetting to take my camera to work. Hopefully I'll remember so that you can feast your eyes on the loveliness.

12.06.2008

Burnt crispy edges

I blame my mother. After all, she was the one who always said, "Oh, I like the burnt crispy edges of the nachos." And "Mmmm, I like to make toast with the heel of the loaf of bread." She would always agree to go to every wedding, baptism, baby shower, or graduation. She signed up to bring something to every pot-luck ever, and not only would bring what she signed up for, but a couple extra dishes. Then she would stay after and help clean up. There are times that I could see how tired she was, yet she always agreed to do things and never opted out. The fact is, there are "yes people" in this world, and she was one of them. As a result, I am one too.

Here is the thing - I really DO want to say yes to everyone. I want to help people with whatever I can, I want to attend their events, I want to be a part of the action. I want to help clean the dishes and organize the sock drawer. I want to do whatever is needed. But I wonder sometimes... do others take advantage of "yes people?" For instance, I had a voicemail in my work inbox yesterday. It had been forwarded from 3 different people because nobody really knew the answer to the question. I didn't either. But did it end up in my inbox because the last forwarder knew that I would take care of it? Eh, I guess it doesn't really matter, I don't mind doing it. I just wonder if people get used to coming to me because they know I'll say "I'll do it" or "Sure, I'd be happy to..."

There comes a point when a person has to learn to say no. However, you can keep asking me for favors, because I have not gotten to that point yet. (Plus, saying "yes" to family and friends is different than saying "yes" at work.) For instance, yours truly is responsible for creating the background for our work "Cubicle Decoration" contest. I didn't get to help with the idea because I was out for surgery, or else I probably would have volunteered to spearhead the whole thing. (I'm not going to complain, but the theme is not what I would have come up with: "All Aboard the Polar Express to Certification Land" - yes, seriously.) I'm in charge of creating "Certification Land." How I'll do that is yet to be decided.

So anyway, I blame my mom. Not that I mind - I hope to be at least half the woman my mom is - but at least I know where it came from. I get lots of satisfaction from doing things to help, so in a way, it is selfish. (Which reminds me of a FRIENDS episode where Phoebe complains about not being able to find a single selfless good deed. She is right - is it really selfless if you get satisfaction from it?)

And you'll never guess what happened the other day... LH made nachos in the broiler and left them in a little too long. And what did I say? "I like the burnt crispy ones around the edges - you take the ones from the middle."

Lessons

I have 3 drafts of blogs that I've started writing and haven't finished, so I'm hoping that maybe I'll at least get to one this weekend. But until then:

5 Terrible Life Lessons from Your Favorite Christmas Movies

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Movie: The Polar Express (2004)


Bad Lesson: If You’re a Minor and a Stranger Offers You a Ride, You Should Say “Yes”

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Movie: A Christmas Carol (1951)

Bad Lesson: People Will Like You Instantly If You Give Them Money

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Movie: Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)

Bad Lesson: If People Were Mean to You as a Kid, That Excuses ANY Malicious Criminal Behavior You Might Commit When You’re an Adult

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Movie: It's a Wonderful Life (1946)


Bad Lesson: If You’re in Need of a Moment of Clarity – Why Not Give Suicide a Try?

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Movie: A Christmas Story (1983)

Bad Lesson: Toy Safety Warnings are Pointless and Should Be Disregarded Immediately

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You can find all 10 of them here.

12.04.2008

The most wonderful time of the year

I normally wouldn't use up a blog post to do a survey, but I've gotten this from all sorts of people, so I figured - what the heck. I left out some questions though. (If you REALLY need to know, my favorite Christmas movie is National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.)


Wrapping paper or gift bags? While there is a time and a place for gift bags, (wrapping a bottle of wine, fireplace tools, etc.) I love to wrap presents. I like to make sure there are no crinkles in the paper and that the tape is invisible. Ooooh, then you get to add ribbons and bows and tags. So fun. (Yes, if you'd like to drop your gifts off at my house, I'll be happy to wrap them for you.)

Real tree or Artificial? Real. Especially now that we've started a tradition of going to the Christmas Tree farm to cut down our own.


When do you take the tree down?
Generally on Epiphany. For any of you that weren't raised in a hard-core Catholic family, that is the "12th day of Christmas" and the day the Three Wise Men arrived with their gifts for the baby Jesus.

Do you like eggnog? I like it once a year. Although, as most of you know, this year I am testing out new recipes and might skip the eggnog and go with either "Spiked Almond Joy Hot Cocoa" or "Peppermintinis."


Favorite gift received as a child?
The one that sticks out to me is when I got Pantene Pro-V Shampoo/Conditioner. Growing up, we always had everything we needed, but there were never any designer duds to be found and we rocked the White Rain when it came to hair products. When I was like 12 or 13, I just knew my life would improve dramatically if I had Pantene instead of the generic stuff. So that Christmas, I opened a present that was Pantene Pro-V. All 5 of us kids shared a bathroom, and nobody else was allowed to use it, just me. I loved it then, and now I love that my parents cared enough to humor my adolescent ridiculousness.


Do you have a nativity scene?
Yes. I have an Aunt that is a nun who spent several years in Kenya. She gave my parents a nativity scene made out of some black wood that looks like ebony. I always loved it and told my parents – "When you die, the only thing I want is the ebony nativity set." One year, it was not set up and I asked where it was. They said, "Oh no, we gave it to our friend Gisela because she really liked it and collects nativity scenes." Well, I know Gisela and she really does collect them, so I believed their story. (Gullible much?) Anyway, sure enough, one of the gifts I opened that year was the "Ebony Nativity Scene," My parents said, "We didn't want you to wait until we were dead to enjoy it!" (Picture not available, as it is still in storage at press time.)

Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I'm pretty easy to please. In retrospect, the worst gift I ever asked for and then received was Ex-Cla-MAtion perfume. Y'all, that stuff smells NASTY. (No offense to anyone who might still be using a 17 year old bottle.)

Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Mugs. I used to get lots of mugs from students. So I would put a mini bottle of bailey's and a mini packet of coffee in it and have it on hand for when I needed a little something to give to somebody.

Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
Sausage balls and puppy chow!
















Most annoying thing about this time of the year?
I am forced to take over 2 weeks off from work. Oh, wait. That is only annoying to those of you who aren't employed with an educational institution. ;)

Favorite ornament theme or color? I like them all. I wanted to be all proper and pretty and have a tree that only had certain colors, but there are just too many fun things out there. Plus, I'm hoping all my nieces and nephews will make me ornaments that say "We love you Aunt Bee" out of paper mache' or something, so I'll want to hang those up. (hint hint)

What was your most memorable magical memory from your adulthood?
All of a sudden how it became lots more fun to give gifts then receive them. And watching my sibling's kids soak in the magic of it all.

12.03.2008

Hindsight is 20/20

After reading Laurie's comment about her 14 pairs of jeans and totally being on the same page as her, it came to me...

I should have named my blog www.imshallownotstupid.blogspot.com

If it's open, I give you permission to take it. Oh wait, unless you are not shallow. In that case, you can have www.imneithershallownorstupid.blogspot.com

You're welcome.

12.01.2008

Before and After

Here I sit, in some pajama pants and a giant sweatshirt that doesn't match. I've played on the computer for a good hour, I'll watch CSI:Miami, and then go to bed. Unless you consider going to a bar to watch football, I haven't been out in a really long time. My idea of a good time is sitting on the patio with a glass of wine instead of going downtown. I learned to play cansata for pete's sake. It makes me think about Meredith "I'm so sullen" Grey saying "We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?"

I decided it was time to change my facebook photo, so I was going through all my picture folders and found some doozies. (See that, see how I am using words like "doozy?" I may need you to stage an intervention.) I would tell you the background story, but that wouldn't be near as much fun. So every once in awhile, I am going to post a "before" and an "after." If you want to know the in between, you'll just have to ask...


BEFORE: At a bar on 4th street


AFTER: Dislocated knee-cap with a giant leg brace