Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Guess Who Broke the Ornament


Is Christmas over? The snow is making it feel holiday-ish. So even though the tree is gone, we can still admire the tree topper year round.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving...Again

The NY Times posted people's worst Thanksgiving ever. The stories are kind of sad, mostly about feeling lonely and isolated, trapped with your dysfunctional family. And then, the breakthrough story.
So, my family is Catholic, I only tell you this because it is relevant to the story. One year my cousin (who was in his late 20s) made a declaration. “I’m going to be a priest.” His father, my uncle, roared, ‘Like Hell you are’ and glared at him for the rest of the meal. His grandmother went on espousing the joys of joining the church and my aunt started crying. While this show was going on the 20 some other guests ate in silence…
— Andrea
I hope there is no rule about copying and pasting a whole paragraph from the NY Times, but there isn't a good way to link to it. Read all of the entries article here.

Happy Thanksgiving

On the E train.

Sunday, October 03, 2010

Better Late Than Never

I neglected to wish everybody a Happy Moon Day on Sept 22, the official Moon Day and we got all these moon cakes. I wish they were as tasty as they look.

Friday, January 01, 2010

Happy New Year

My resolution this year was going to be to play more Scrabble. And what luck, at Mona's last night we got into a pick up game of Scrabble, and played right into the new year. Right at midnight I had 22 points. I won the game, but honestly it was only because they let "lego" slide by.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Pandora Gone Wild

While decorating the tree I was trying to choose the Pandora Christmas music station - traditional carols, or jazzy (their moniker). For a while, they were on simultaneously, to interesting effect.
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Sunday, August 09, 2009

Pie Cake

I am still reeling at the amazing cake that Karen & Steven's daughter Lucy made yesterday. It's a pie. No! It's a chocolate cake. No! It's a pie. No! And, it was delicious. This girl has got some cake chops, Ace of Cakes, watch out.

More photos from a Saturday afternoon BBQ.

Friday, January 02, 2009

Happy New Years

The new year is off to a very good start because the first day of it, I met someone I admire, and he turns out to be nothing as I imagined.

Some months ago, I read about a new blog with writing by Drew Hubner (also known as Andrew Huebner). I have been following it since, which isn't hard because he doesn't post that frequently, but when he does it is well worth the 10 minutes to read his latest work. His writing on this particular site is evocative of a very specific time and place that draws the reader into his world very quickly.

Based solely on these few pieces of writing, I imagined him as a skinny old geezer, chain smoking cigarettes, wearing biker clothes and bad teeth. In fact, he is the smart guy next door, funny and personable, maybe a little professorial. He was wearing a sweater vest for god sake. He came to a party where he didn't know anybody but the hostess, and by the end I suspect he knew everybody, or at least their name. Plus, he admired my red shoes, which also indicates taste and style.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Real Guitars Are For Old People

I spent most of New Years Eve playing Guitar Hero, which is basically one step up from air guitaring, but with scoring and a whammy bar. The best part is at the end of each song, the TV announces "YOU ROCK!" I do rock!!

(This morning, my son and his friend are playing, and it makes my heart soar to hear them singing and playing along to Metallica.)

We wanted to go out to see real music, but Otto's Shrunken Head wouldn't let us in without scanning our ID, even though the grizzly man at the door has 2 working eyes that can see both our wrinkled faces and our drivers licenses to prove we are old, he wouldn't make an exception. So we headed over to the second choice - Lakeside Lounge, but they had a cover charge, and even though at 11:30 the place was not even close to being packed, they wouldn't waive it because "you get free champagne at midnight." It's not free, it's $10. And we didn't plan on spending enough time there to make it worthwhile.

So we wound up at B-Side, which had a place to sit, paper horns to blow, glittery tiaras, a downscale crowd and a charming young couple that we had a long discussion with about the philosophy of reality TV and grad school. It also features Pabst Blue Ribbon, which was, in my college days, considered the crappiest of all beers. The husband, who grew up in the beer capital of the US, said that in his day and in Wisconsin, there were many, many worse beers than PBR. The tides have clearly changed as it was quite favored, with one guy saying he thinks it's the best canned beer made.

The first five minutes of 2009 consisted of nearly every person in the bar texting or talking on the phone, which says to me that they would have rather been somewhere else.

Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Happy holidays

Our tree this year is a little sad. I don't think it will make it all the way til New Years. Luckily we have enough ornaments that mostly hide the bald spots. The kitten thinks it's all about her and has been attacking it, the ornaments, the ribbons and the gift wrap all week. It's a thin christmas this year, which is apropos for the times.
And finally, my mother in law mailed us a box of driftwood for christmas. An entire box.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Happy Half a Christmas (Tree)

Due to the incorrigible kitten in our lives, we thought we would have to once again go without a christmas tree. It seemed so dismal as this was the 2nd year in a row that we wouldn't have a tree since last year she was truly a new kitten and also we went to Miami, so we went without. Plus I read that there is a tree shortage and the prices had escalated beyond ridiculousness. That turned out not to be true which we found out when we bought very green, very thick balsam, possibly the most beautiful tree we have ever had.

Immediately on arrival Jezebel was in the tree, climbing it, attacking it and generally getting the feeling of the good old outdoors right in our very own living room. When we put the gifts under the tree, her playing became LOUD because what cat can resist the sound of crinkling. Through the night we listened to crinkling and crashing and bouncing. So we put a cover over the presents which did help the noise, but we also realized that the boxes gave her a lift to get even higher into the tree.

We thought that we wouldn't be putting up any ornaments due to the fact that they exactly resemble cat toys. But when a lovely paper santa with moving limbs came in the mail (thank you Nanci) we thought that it would be a good experiment to see how high it could go to be out of her seemingly endless reach. After successfully pulling Santa down at least 4 times as I moved it further up and up, it turned out that the sweet spot was almost exactly halfway up the tree. Therefore, we have decorated our tree with only non-breakable ornaments and only halfway to the ground. We took out all the delicate glass ornaments, ooohed and aahed and remembered where they came from and immediately put them back in their wrapping. This year, the weird santa bears and painted seashells get the best spots. It's weird looking, but at least we will have half a christmas tree. Now if we could only eat half the chocolates...

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Gifts (or lack thereof) Can Hurt

I feel like such a consumer this time of year. Well, who doesn't, it's a cliche I know. I can't stand how broke it makes me feel as the credit card receipts pile up high and I still feel like I haven't satisfied the never ending "gimme" hunger from my son and the feeling that the gifts have to be piled to the ceiling in order to feel satisfied. I admit that I really love seeing a big pile of presents with my name on them. And the bad parent feelings I have for not buying him enough, plague me constantly.

I remember one winter I visited my father for Christmas, a plane ride away, and spent the week with him, his girlfriend and his 2 small sons.There was an enormous pile of tempting presents under the tree. I'm Jewish and a tree was almost more thrilling than the presents themselves. When the boys woke everybody up early Christmas morning, the anticipation was huge. We all gathered around to open the presents. With each gift I opened I felt the pit in my stomach growing larger.

First I got a purple hat, scarf and glove set. Then I got a fat book about how things work (who cares how things work, I wanted toys and dolls). Then I got a yellow mug and plate with a smiley face on them. The boys were still opening their gifts and, miserably, I was done. Trucks, games, cars, toys and wrapping paper were everywhere. Then, after probably five minutes of gift opening frenzy (it seemed to me like hours), there was one present left and it was BIG. I mean really BIG. I looked at the tag and was overjoyed to see my name on it. As soon as I started to rip into the paper, feeling like MY present was finally here, and boy was it worth waiting for, the biggest one of the whole pile, I was quickly stopped and it was taken from me by my father, with a laugh, that it wasn't for me. In fact it wasn't my name on the tag at all, it was my brother Jeff's (Jill and Jeff can look a lot alike in an adult's script handwriting). I felt embarrassed for opening his gift, but he was very small and didn't notice. It turned out to be a Big Wheel, that was definitely too small for me and perfect for him. But in the end, I never got my "big" gift. I pretended to be really happy with my hat, mug and book, but as you can see, I can remember every detail of that night over 30 years ago. It sticks with you, that kind of thing, yes it does.