Been
up for over three hours and I’m just starting my blog now. I REALLY can’t
afford for it to be one of THOSE
days. I didn’t sleep well last night. Believe it or not, I think it was because
it was too warm. The heat is set at 68, but it is 78 in our house. What I
should have done was open the windows, but I was too lazy to put up the storm
window and pull down the screen. I looked at the weather report and it’s
supposed to be back in the 20s by tonight, so it really wasn’t worth the
effort. I do wonder about the accuracy of the weather report though. It says
our high today is supposed to be 57, but then it reports the current temp as
being 58. You’d think they would want to adjust that… I’m just sayin’…
Anyway,
all I have left to wrap are the three presents I can’t find. I’m starting to
get really bummed about it, because I was looking forward to seeing the girls
reactions to the Monty books. The preserves for my mom would have gleaned us a chuckle,
but I think the little ones would have loved their books. Well, I have about 50
hours left to find them, and I haven’t given up hope just yet.
My
girls made gingerbread houses yesterday. We had a kit left over from last year
which was never touched (since no one was planning on eating it anyway, I didn’t
see the harm in using it), and my mom got us one for this year, so the girls
spent all afternoon making them. If I can find my phone, I’ll take a picture to
show you. I think they did a great job. The two houses are so different. Dani,
my youngest, made her house whimsical with lots of colors and even a little Hershey
kiss dude; and Lys made hers more elegant, using only red and white, and
detailed scroll work. Two completely
different takes, yet both exactly how you would picture a gingerbread house.
(Just found my phone, but it’s completely dead. I’ll post the photos later.)
Today
we need to run around a bit. We have things to pick up at the grocery store, at
Michael‘s, and while we’re there I have to run into BB&B for coffee filters
– my Shoprite still hasn’t gotten them in stock, and then I have something to
return to Kohl’s. We also need to fit the chiropractor into the mix, get the
congo bars and the crumb cake baked, straighten the house, figure out dinner
tonight as well as what I’m making for Christmas eve and Christmas brunch, find
the remaining three gifts and get them wrapped. DANG, when you write it all
out, I still have a TON to do. YIKES! I better get going.
Wish
you a marvelous day, and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge
was:
Just
smile and say thank you.
Come on, you know you’ll need to do it at least once this
season. If you just smile and say thank you, it gets you out of having to lie.
Hopefully your “thank you” won’t be followed by “Do you like it?”, then you’re
stuck. Do you spare the gift giver’s feelings and say you love it, or do you
tell the truth?
I remember the very first time I was put into this situation.
I was three or four and a relative got me a doll, a scary looking doll. When
she asked me if I liked it, I told her “no thank you, please take it back”, to
which I received a spank from my mother and told I was being rude and
ungrateful. Yup, over forty years later, I still remember the incident quite
clearly. Lesson taught to a toddler – lie to avoid getting spanked.
In an effort not to repeat that fateful day, I have played
with some pretty horrific toys and worn some hideous clothes in my time (of
course only when the gift giver is around to see). I simply smile and say thank
you when I receive a gift.
I did come up with a better approach with my children, I forewarned
them so they weren’t caught off guard, and had their smiles at the ready – now you
know Aunt Bitsy will probably knit you something, just thank her and put it on.
You can take it off as soon as you get home and stuff it in a drawer. We don’t
really have an Aunt Bitsy, but you get my meaning.
Your Next Challenge
is:
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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