Well, another one under my (for now) increasingly large belt. Nah, I'm not feeling guilty about the eating--I knew it was coming, and I enjoyed it immensely. It'll almost certainly continue until New Year's, when we'll hop back on that wagon.
Christmas Eve brought the traditional "one gift the night before" thing. For the boy and me, it was new cell phones--the ones I talked about earlier. They are Razr Droids--quite fancy, and the screens are big enough that I can likely comfortably use mine without squinting and giving myself a headache. Despite having opened the box, our boy was actually quite surprised. Sadly, hubby had gotten himself a watch . . . which came pre-broken. Since we don't know where the receipt is (grrrr!), we're not sure the store will take it back. Hopefully, they will. Yes, I'm the one who always yells to keep receipts. No, they don't often get kept.
We ate Chinese and watched, of course, A Christmas Story. It's become something of a tradition. A good one, I think.
Christmas morning found me wide awake at 6 am. Understand, I hadn't gone to bed until after 3 am. So, in a totally out-of-character move for me, I went back to sleep. Woke up at 9:45 to my boy gently taking my hand in his. I sure do love him. We had a wonderful morning, and there were even some surprises for me under the tree--candle-making gear and my Ojon shampoo and leave-in conditioner. The candle-making stuff was suspected, but the Ojon was a total shock. Not sure HOW it was a shock, considering Facebook's "targeted advertising" has been burying me under Ojon adverts for a couple of weeks now. Hubby LOVED his hobbit slippers, so that was a happy thing. Our boy, sadly, is finding that our computer isn't quite up to snuff when it comes to playing his new game, Skyrim. It plays, but it's laggy and the frames per second are crap. I'm sad for him, but I've got 20 years of "computer can't handle the game" disappointment under my belt. It's rough, but it's one you have to learn to live with. Still sad, though--hate to have him even a little disappointed on Christmas.
Dinner was steaks, mushrooms and onions, roasted butternut and sweet potato, mashed red potatoes with skins, and crab cakes. Dessert was homemade brownies with homemade whipped cream, topped with ice cream and raspberries in Chambord sauce. It was . . . not as good as it sounded like it was going to be. The whipped cream, which hubby made, was spectacular, but the sauce just clashed with the brownie, made it too rich. Oh, well. Now we know. We watched Love, Actually (another Christmas tradition, though this one makes my heart hurt a bit every time), and then watched an episode of Walking Dead, which features one of the actors from Love, Actually.
Speaking of Walking Dead, I'm still not sure how I feel about it. It is, for the most part, well-enough acted, and the story is playing out well. Sort of a The Stand meets Revolution meets 28 Days Later. All things I enjoy. But the gore level is excessive--gratuitous, really. And, truth be told, I'm sick to death of Zombies. What was funny and silly, interesting and just a little scary five years ago has been so miserably overdone, so sickeningly incorporated and internalized that I really do feel that maybe it's becoming harmful. Guess hearing eight year-olds talk about "getting that head shot" and "double tapping" troubles me. That said, if zombie shows are the way you tend, Walking Dead is pretty good thus far.
Had Charlie groomed this morning. They did a better job with his face and neck this time, but utterly failed to do his ears and tail. I guess, when you go to Petsmart for the great price, you maybe get what you pay for. I'll trim them up myself tonight. I do a pretty good job. Took him to the vet after to have his microchip checked and ask why they want him tested for heartworm. He's been on heartworm meds since before he was six months old, there shouldn't be any need for testing, but they insist it needs to be done. Sounds like an easy way for them to make 60 bucks.
Hubby and son are at the theater, watching "The Hobbit." I had no desire, really--I'm not a huge theater fan, it kills me that three folks at the theater with one large popcorn and three drinks is 85 bucks. There is rarely a movie I find worth that. I don't hate "The Hobbit," but it's not my favorite of the bunch, and we have a nice enough HDTV that it'll look just fine at home when it comes out on Blu-ray.
The weather this morning was amazing--snow, wind, chunks of ice (not hail, but ice), and freezing rain. Now it's just rain, and it is POURING down! Has been for hours, guess there are flood warnings out. Just put on my new Christmas shirt, then promptly ran outside into this disaster to tell a neighbor that the back door to his car was open. I remember the days when I just would have dashed over and closed it for him, but I don't really know these folks, they likely have a car alarm, and people get weird when you touch their cars anymore. The days of sliding behind the wheel of a stranger's car and turning their headlights off for them are gone.
Think we're finally going to thaw the turkey soup we made at Thanksgiving and serve it up. The weather outside is, after all, frightful.
Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas!
Christmas Eve brought the traditional "one gift the night before" thing. For the boy and me, it was new cell phones--the ones I talked about earlier. They are Razr Droids--quite fancy, and the screens are big enough that I can likely comfortably use mine without squinting and giving myself a headache. Despite having opened the box, our boy was actually quite surprised. Sadly, hubby had gotten himself a watch . . . which came pre-broken. Since we don't know where the receipt is (grrrr!), we're not sure the store will take it back. Hopefully, they will. Yes, I'm the one who always yells to keep receipts. No, they don't often get kept.
We ate Chinese and watched, of course, A Christmas Story. It's become something of a tradition. A good one, I think.
Christmas morning found me wide awake at 6 am. Understand, I hadn't gone to bed until after 3 am. So, in a totally out-of-character move for me, I went back to sleep. Woke up at 9:45 to my boy gently taking my hand in his. I sure do love him. We had a wonderful morning, and there were even some surprises for me under the tree--candle-making gear and my Ojon shampoo and leave-in conditioner. The candle-making stuff was suspected, but the Ojon was a total shock. Not sure HOW it was a shock, considering Facebook's "targeted advertising" has been burying me under Ojon adverts for a couple of weeks now. Hubby LOVED his hobbit slippers, so that was a happy thing. Our boy, sadly, is finding that our computer isn't quite up to snuff when it comes to playing his new game, Skyrim. It plays, but it's laggy and the frames per second are crap. I'm sad for him, but I've got 20 years of "computer can't handle the game" disappointment under my belt. It's rough, but it's one you have to learn to live with. Still sad, though--hate to have him even a little disappointed on Christmas.
Dinner was steaks, mushrooms and onions, roasted butternut and sweet potato, mashed red potatoes with skins, and crab cakes. Dessert was homemade brownies with homemade whipped cream, topped with ice cream and raspberries in Chambord sauce. It was . . . not as good as it sounded like it was going to be. The whipped cream, which hubby made, was spectacular, but the sauce just clashed with the brownie, made it too rich. Oh, well. Now we know. We watched Love, Actually (another Christmas tradition, though this one makes my heart hurt a bit every time), and then watched an episode of Walking Dead, which features one of the actors from Love, Actually.
Speaking of Walking Dead, I'm still not sure how I feel about it. It is, for the most part, well-enough acted, and the story is playing out well. Sort of a The Stand meets Revolution meets 28 Days Later. All things I enjoy. But the gore level is excessive--gratuitous, really. And, truth be told, I'm sick to death of Zombies. What was funny and silly, interesting and just a little scary five years ago has been so miserably overdone, so sickeningly incorporated and internalized that I really do feel that maybe it's becoming harmful. Guess hearing eight year-olds talk about "getting that head shot" and "double tapping" troubles me. That said, if zombie shows are the way you tend, Walking Dead is pretty good thus far.
Had Charlie groomed this morning. They did a better job with his face and neck this time, but utterly failed to do his ears and tail. I guess, when you go to Petsmart for the great price, you maybe get what you pay for. I'll trim them up myself tonight. I do a pretty good job. Took him to the vet after to have his microchip checked and ask why they want him tested for heartworm. He's been on heartworm meds since before he was six months old, there shouldn't be any need for testing, but they insist it needs to be done. Sounds like an easy way for them to make 60 bucks. The weather this morning was amazing--snow, wind, chunks of ice (not hail, but ice), and freezing rain. Now it's just rain, and it is POURING down! Has been for hours, guess there are flood warnings out. Just put on my new Christmas shirt, then promptly ran outside into this disaster to tell a neighbor that the back door to his car was open. I remember the days when I just would have dashed over and closed it for him, but I don't really know these folks, they likely have a car alarm, and people get weird when you touch their cars anymore. The days of sliding behind the wheel of a stranger's car and turning their headlights off for them are gone.
Think we're finally going to thaw the turkey soup we made at Thanksgiving and serve it up. The weather outside is, after all, frightful.
Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas!
No comments:
Post a Comment