…this started getting old. 12 days of Christmas seems excessive, 12 days of blogging is tiresome. I wouldn’t mind so much if I didn’t have this disjointed them running. Lords a leaping and geese a laying isn’t exactly interesting stuff. Maybe back in the day this was but by today’s standards it’s average stuff at best. With the invention and wide spread use of the internet, anything is possible and findable. It’s not so hard to find 10 lords a leaping and then some. Turns out that 10 Lords a Leaping is a cocktail made with 2oz Macallan Fine Oak 10-Year-Old Single Malt Scotch Whisky, ¼ oz St. Elizabeth Allspice Dram (whatever that is), ¼ 25 oz Angostura Bitters, ½ oz Fresh lime juice, ½ oz Honey syrup (one part honey, one part water) and garnished with grated nutmeg and Barker & Mills Bourbon Vanilla Cocktail Cherry and served in a coupe glass. Who knew?
Had I used this new fangled internet thing instead of relying on my memory, I would have also known that on the ninth day of Christmas my true love didn’t give to me nine pipers piping as noted yesterday. He actually should have given my 9 ladies dancing. I certainly don’t want to Google that at work. I’m pretty sure those results would be less than Biblical.
So I have two more days (blog entries) to go and I’ll still barely reach my goal of a Twelve Days of blogging streak in keeping with the 12 Days of Christmas which technically ends on Sunday. Not a good way to end or begin a year.
I can’t believe today is the first day of the new year. Normally I am ready for this day. I would have contemplated the prior year, set goals for the coming year and been ready. But not this year, or at least not yet. I’m still recovering from Christmas and everything that entailed. I’m still tired from a long year and haven’t been able to look ahead, to dream of what is to come. So on this ninth day of blogging and the first day of a new year, these are the 9 pipers from 2012, the things that made noise, good or bad, in my year:
- There’s been an emotional strain on the family. Although all are here an physically healthy, it’s been a long trying year for some. I am hoping that 2013 brings peace where it is needed most,
- I always say you grow more through the hard times than the easy ones. So to take from the challenging circumstances of the year, I’ve learned a bit about compassion and forgiveness.
- I feel like I’ve turned a corner in comedy. What’s around the corner is yet to be truly seen, but I feel good things are to come. I’ve made some strides and plan to keep on stepping.
- I bought a shed. That has to mean something other than perhaps I am an adult.
- I started composting, a gentle reminder of the circle of life.
- I bought the most energy efficient heating system on the market, a shiny reminder of the need to conserve and not waste resources.
- I started a new job, a realization that this kind of day job is still unsatisfying even for a new more socially responsible company.
- I’ve been even further inspired by the man. Everyday, well most days, he inspires me in some small way whether it’s with a subtle an act of kindness or even larger act of resilience, he has so many traits that I admire. At the end of a year, I realize how lucky I am.
- I realized that I still have a long way to go. Although the past is always there, I can’t look back, but rather will look always at this moment and savor that time and will hope for an ever brighter future.
For this new year, I wish that everyone finds their little piece of hope and big helping of happiness that makes it all worth while. Happy New Year!
Eight maids a milking – that is a lot of dairy product. Let’s just say that each maid milks only one bucket of milk that is still at a minimum eight gallons of milk and that’s using small buckets. What to do with eight buckets of milk? Well of course you know the cream rises, so start by skimming off the best. Now let that sit around and clot and then skim that off and that’s the best of the best. Now you have something so delicious to spread on a scone. We’ll put some aside to churn into butter, but that will require some Dutch maids. We can have the French maid make some fromage, the Italian maid can make some parmesan and the Spanish maid some Manchego and now we’ve got a cheese shop. We’ll use a bucket or two for iced cream, my personal favorite dairy product, and we’ll have some straight up whole milk too to use in the frappes. Finally, once all the nutritional value is stripped from the milk, we’ll use the rest as a fungicide in the garden. You heard it right, a fungicide, one of the little known uses for milk. Whew, I thought we wouldn’t be able to use all that milk, but maybe we should get those maids bigger buckets.
How often do you see any swans a swimming let alone seven of them? Well I actually did one day. I was taking a lunch time walk along the river and lo and behold, there were seven full grown swans a swimming through the muck and mire of the Mystic River. It was strange to see the elegant fowl floating along in such numbers, disappearing under the bridge that carries the highway traffic then gracefully appearing on the other side. Despite the beauty that day, there was an underlying sadness.
Seven swans a swimming. If you know anything about swans then you know that there should have been an eighth swan a swimming. They mate for life and now one swan swims alone. What a shame, you find your soul swan and then it goes and eats a poisonous fish or gets run over by a motor boat. Now you’re the odd swan out. Despite the 50% divorce rate, the romantic notion of a soul mate is irresistible. So irresistible that Hollywood makes millions off the plot line ever year. How about Sweet November? Or Always? Tear jerkers. Although in Always Holly Hunter finds another, but we all know that Brad Johnson is not Richard Dreyfuss. I’m sure you haven’t seen the movie since whenever I make reference to it in conversation no one has seen it. Rent it, get a box of tissues and a heaping bowl of iced cream, but I digress.
So on this seventh day of blogging, I think of those seven swans a swimming and it’s a gentle reminder of how rare and fragile love is. So if you have it, appreciate it; if you lost it, cherish the memory of it; and if you don’t have it, join Match.com and for $50 a month you can look for it.
On the sixth day of Christmas (technically the second day of Christmas) my true love gave to me 6 days of patience. The man is a good man, a better person than I am. He’s kind and understanding and puts up with the moods of Julie which is a true testament to his temperament.
I tell a joke that pokes fun of working on things together and how it always leads to an argument. My jokes are based in the truth and there is nothing more truthful than our inability to work on projects together without arguing. I will admit that it is mostly my fault. I just like things done that way I like things done and I want them done when I want them done. You can thank my mother for ingraining that in me. And the man doesn’t really like doing things that way. So when we needed to put in a new faucet, things got ugly and I had to go to Lowes to get out of the house before I strangled him with the sprayer hose and last night when we were putting together the ping-pong table he had to ask me to leave so he didn’t bludgeon me to death with a ping pong paddle. We got the faucet in and the table has been put together but our first few games had a little more vigor to them than most friendly game do.
So on this sixth day of blogging Christmas, I’m thankful for the patience shown to me over the six days. The holidays can be stressful and as much as I love this time of year, I’m not always at my best. Luckily I have the best man in the world to remind me that patience is truly a virtue and that we need to hire a handy man to do home projects.
…my boss gave to me, 5 days of in a row! He didn’t actually “give“ them to me, I have accrued plenty of earned time to cover it He did give me a bottle of German spiced wine. The bottle says that you should heat up the contents before drinking. I’m hesitant to try it but at the same time curious enough that I will but it will have to be on one of those days off. Alcohol is not a friend and if I have more than one drink I get a headache, more than 2 and I get really mouthy and 3+, I just feel like shit and usually throw up. So maybe Christmas day after all the festivities have ended and I’m back in my little house, I’ll have a small cup in front of my fancy little Christmas tree.
I am excited about have 5 days off. It will be the longest stretch off since I started my job here last March. Although I am looking forward to the time off, it won’t be a relaxing break by any means. The next 4 days will be a storm of activity and preparations for those activities. Tonight I’ll do some last minute shopping and bake the long shelf life treats like biscotti, candied nuts and maybe some caramel popcorn. Tomorrow will be a day visiting the grandparents and more baking and wrapping. Sunday the football crew will hanging around for most of the day until we head out to a party. That’s the Secret Santa night! I coordinated a secret Santa with 74 people! I hope it works out that everyone gets their gift but I’m sure I’ll hear about it if it doesn’t. Then Christmas Eve will be spent with the man’s dad and most of his family only to wake up the next day to spend Christmas Day my mine. Wheeew. Then a quiet day.
I have every intention of spending next Wednesday in silence. I might not even change out of my pajamas although I probably will. I don’t like lying around in my actual pajamas but will put on an outfit that closely resembles pajamas. I will drink eggnog and watch Elf and eat cookies. That is the perfect day off for me and I can’t wait! Who needs 5 golden rings when I can have 5 days off! Merry Christmas to me!
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…corn hole. You heard it right – corn hole and I’m psyched. I spent weeks looking for this game to no avail. It’s really just a piece of plywood with a hole in it and some bean bags. I’m almost certain that I could make it myself, but didn’t and now I don’t have to! What could make this gift even more spectacular? It was only $8 compared to the nearly $100 set ups that I’ve seen in the sporting good stores. Even though it was a gift to me, I know the price because there was a tag on it that said $8. Long live the thrift stores!
Yeah 4th day of Christmas! Corn hole is way better than four calling birds! I can’t wait for the 3rd annual BBQ. Not only will I will throw down with Nate Johnson and one up his BBQ, but I’ll beat him in corn hole too! It really is a Merry Christmas!