Archive for December, 2008

2008

I don’t really have much to say about 2008 that I didn’t already cover in the Christmas letter.

Frankly, I’m just ready to be done with it.

Here’s to 2009!  It can’t help but be better than 2008.

🙂

What I did today

I decided to ignore the gaping hole in the fence and work on this.

Lambs Pride Bulky, baby.  Lot's o Lambs Pride Bulky.

Lambs Pride Bulky, baby. Lot's o Lambs Pride Bulky.

Versatility from the Fall Knitty

It’s for my friend Pam who is one of my fun to knit for music teacher (though she just started a new job!) friends.  She picked it out and I’m pretty sure it’s going to look amazing on her.  🙂

Apparently I’m just not supposed to have a back fence.

Stupid high winds.

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Witchy Woman

I sometimes worry that having cancer has changed me, for the worse.

When I was teaching, I had a student, let’s call him Tom.  We’re not supposed to have favorites, but Tom always had a little bit of my heart.  He was not the best kid in the class, in fact, he pretty much was Bart Simpson personified.  No filter in his brain, saying what he was thinking with no thought to the consequences.  In the 3 or 4 years I had him, we always worked on his filter (he was somewhat of a musical genius so we didn’t have to spend time on that.  Heh.) To give you an idea, he once told me my rear end looked like a hippo.  He wasn’t being mean, just observant.  I’m pretty sure he didn’t say it for a laugh either since there were no other students in ear shot.  Luckily, I was not offended by my hippo rear.  Part of me hopes he kept some of his frankness.  It sure made him interesting.

So I’m afraid I’m losing my filter.  I say things while at the same time in my head I’m yelling at myself, “Don’t say that out loud!  You don’t really meant that!  Stop!”  I don’t want to be a witchy woman.  I wonder if it’s the stress.  Or medication side effects.  Or just pain tolerance.

I don’t want to be witchy.  Just interesting.

Merry Christmas!

Have a wonderful day!

Pretty!

I love love love this album.  The whole thing.  🙂 

Honey Lemon Roll Out Cookies

This is the best roll out cookie recipe ever.  Super easy to make and the dough is so easy to work with.  The sprinkles didn’t stick very well, so I’m frosting the next batch.  Such a shame to have to use frosting…not.  🙂

The only change I made to the recipe is I used a 325 degree oven instead of 300.  🙂

Honey-lemon Christmas roll out cookies

 

5 ½ cup flour        3 teaspoons soda

1 ¾ cup sugar        ¼ teaspoon salt

¼ cup honey        2 teaspoons vanilla

3 teaspoons grated lemon or orange peel

½ lb butter melted

½ cup boiling water

 

Combine flour and soda – set aside.  In a large mixing bowl combine sugar, salt, honey, vanilla and lemon peel; add butter and water and beat until sugar dissolves.  Gradually stir in flour mixture to form a stiff dough.  Use immediately or cover and chill up to 2 days, or freeze.  Bring dough to room temperature before using, if frozen; leave dough wrapped as it thaws.

 

Grease cookie sheet – 300 degree oven – bake until golden at edges

The recipe is from my mama.  Thanks mama!  🙂

Christmas Letter 2008

I’m doing the Christmas Letter on-line this year for a couple reasons:

1) Saves trees.

2) Saves postage

3) and frankly, I’m just not sure I’m going to get the cards out this year.  I love sending out cards.  I love getting cards.  But I think I need to take this year off.  I promise, I’ll get them out next year.  🙂

 

Dear Everybody:

C is for Christmas. 

For most of the year, C has stood for something different.  I like Christmas better.  Always have.  I’m one of those crazy people that loves looking for gifts for people.  Sometimes they’re purchased and sometimes they’re home made but I’ve always figured it’s my wordless way of showing how much my family and friends are loved.  And this year  I discovered that I have a wonderful network of strength and friendship.  My family that embraced my new normal.  My old friends who rallied for me in so many ways, making sure my family was fed and cared for when I was unable.  My new friends, who also took us under their wings and reminded me what Christian fellowship is about.

C is for Church.  Going back to church has been an amazing thing for me and my family.  I love the belonging of worship.  I love the music and the recitation of sage words that have lasted for over a thousand years.  I love listening to L as she learns the different prayers.   (We’re still working on little J not wearing his pajamas to church, much less sitting in the pews.  Heh.)  Going back to church has inspired me to *be* better, not just get better.

C is for children.   Today, L had her Kindergarten Christmas program.  They were so cute!  And they sang on pitch!  (Yes, geeky music teacher comment.)  She wore her Christmas dress.  I barely convinced her to wear white tights (she wanted to wear red hearts.  The dress is blue plaid.)  J wanted to wear his Christmas outfit too so I thought I’d try to get some pictures of them with the tree.  After school, I took them to see Santa at the mall.  I thought my timing was brilliant because most kids would be taking a nap then.  Except I had a very sleepy 3 year old in the back seat.  J is not a happy napper.  Some kids wake up refreshed.  Mine wake up worse than before.  L and I must have looked like lunatics playing loud music and periodically yelling “Wakey Wakey Wakey!” in our best muppet voices to keep him awake.  We did it though and both kids made up for being whiny this week by putting on their best behavior for Santa.

Santa keep tickling me to get me to smile.
Santa keep tickling me to get me to smile.

And yes, J is wearing his snazzy snow boots.  Some battles aren’t worth it.

And some are.  🙂  I meant what I said about wanting to be better.  There’s a song that’s on the John Denver and the Muppets album that sums it up well, I think.  I always liked the idea that the potential for wisdom is within all of us, if we only use our heart and eyes to see what is around us.

So Merry Christmas, with a big, old, illuminated C. 

Take that, cancer.  🙂

Love,

Nicole

It’s in every one of us
To be wise
Find your heart
Open up both your eyes
We can all know everything
Without ever knowing why
It’s in every one of us
By and by

Sadly, after much internet surfing, I can’t find the John Denver version.  Which is too bad.  It’s my favorite.  So here’s Clay Aiken.  Who has my hair.

Date Night

This year for Christmas, my sister and I are swapping babysitting so we can go on dates with our husbands.  Friday night was our night.

Friday afternoon, I got my hair cut.  So now I look a little less like Clay Aiken,

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and a little more like 1980’s Jodie Foster.

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Which at least puts me at the right gender.  Heh.

After that, I had a lovely afternoon with the lovely ladies at Posh.  I may have adopted a skein of yarn on my way out…

First, we had dinner at the Yak and Yeti, and Indian restaurant that recently took over one of our old favorite places, The Cheshire Cat.  As sad as we were to lose our pub, we quickly got over it as we tried their combination platters and a pint of beer (they still brew their own beer).  The food was amazing.  I’m not necessarily known as an epicurean, but the flavors in our meal were indescribably wonderful.   I think it just might be our new favorite place.  🙂

Then we headed over to BW3’s where we kicked butt at trivia.  Nice to know the chemo didn’t destroy all of my brain.  Grins.

Today we spent Christmas shopping.  Not nearly as fun as last night was.  Heh.

Yum.

This weekend we made banana bread.  For some reason J thinks that all baked goods are pumpkin pie.  So he keeps calling it that.

I love pumpkin pie.  Er banana bread.

I love pumpkin pie. Er banana bread.

Lots of banana bread.

Stirring is hard.

Stirring is hard.

And then we took a nap.  And when I say we, I mean L.

And since this I would never want to be accused of embarrassing my children unequally, I’ll post this.

What? You've never fallen asleep with a bag of carrots before?

What? You've never fallen asleep with a bag of carrots before?