
(Photo on the Isle of Grimsay, Scotland.)
I stumbled across the BBC's photoblog and prose blog compilations a while ago, and this photograph in particular just jumped out at me. It has such lonely feel -- the footprints stretching out across the barren expanse of snow, no person or even an animal to be seen anywhere.
You can almost feel that sharp, painful cold in the air, the intake of breath when the wind starts up again and blows right through however many layers you've been able to put on before going outside. You can hear the crunch of the dry snow under your boots just looking at the footprints. And you can almost feel the joy of the person taking the photo, at getting this barren scenery in the shot, while at the same time feeling the ache of the lonliness of it as well.
The holiday season used to be a tough one for me. I've mentioned before that we had a hard time getting to our miracle, and that The Peanut truly is a grace for us. Prior to our run of luck that led to the birth of our lovely child, I had two miscarriages, two Christmases in a row, and I can tell you from personal experience that this is a sure way to numb and destroy any sort of joy for the season. In fact, it's a pretty good way to build up a storehouse of dread, to be quite honest.
The year that I was pregnant, I refused to buy any baby clothes or furniture or anything at all whatsoever -- I would not even allow any baby item in our house -- until we got past Christmas, for fear that something would happen. It was as though I held my breath through the several months beforehand just to be able to exhale at the end of Christmas Day.
So I know exactly what I'm talking about when I say that, for some folks, the holidays are not exactly a joyful season. (Yes, that's an understatement.)
And perhaps, I thought, this might apply to some of our readers here, as well: families aren't perfect, relationships sometimes crumble, sometimes we are facing a holiday without some special person (or pet..because they truly are family, too, at our house)...and it is tough to get into the mood for carols or feasting or whatever it is that you do this time of year.
And some folks don't even celebrate Christmahkwanzakah Festivus anyway.
I spent a chunk of last week putting together some stockings filled with toys and hats and mittens and all sorts of other fun things for kids that will be given out by the Salvation Army. (I was actually sewing the stockings closed while we were all chatting with Amb. Joe Wilson this week -- talk about multi-tasking! The Peanut enjoyed being able to help kids out who might not have toys, even though it was very hard for her to not keep them all for herself. I'm very proud of her for being able to learn that lesson early.) I also put together a few more bundles for our local homeless Mission -- they are overloaded this year, and a lot of folks are coming in with only the clothes on their backs. It's a tough year this year. Mr. ReddHedd gave a donation to a group called Nothing But Nets, which has had amazing success in combatting malaria with something as simple as mosquito netting -- cutting the death rate for children in some areas in Africa in half for deaths from malaria. (In half! You can read even more about it here.)
But no matter how much good you do for others in need, or whatever else it is that you do as a diversion, you never really lose that ache when you are having one. I can still remember the years when it was all I could do not to burst into tears every single time I saw a child. Whatever the reason that things may or may not be rough for you this time of year, it can get stressful and exhausting and just plain overwhelming at times for everyone.
Trust me, it is not just you.
So today, I thought we could just kick back and think of this as a time to relax, away from the insanity that others like to call "The Mall," and just talk amongst ourselves.
How do you deal with family insanity this time of year? What is the best way that you've ever found to make your budget stretch or to make merry without a whole lot of change jingling out of your pocket? What is the thing that you do for yourself this time of year -- self-care is a very important thing when you are bone weary and feeling drained and you still have to get up and start over again tomorrow or fight the crowds at Target to find that perfect gift for the picky person in your life or whatever it is that is stressing you out these days -- so what have you done for yourself lately?
Let's just chat for a little while, and relax among friends...pull up a chair...
(Thanks to RevDeb for the e-mail nugget idea that turned into this thread today.)
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Good Morning, Christy.
Stay warm.
fitz!
Christy–another bird website for you. It’s a local photographer, never met him/her but love the bird work especially.
I know what you mean, Christy. I used to love Christmas.
Somewhere along the line, my (now ex-)husband decided to cheat on me during the holidays.
Then, twice in the last two years I have been diagnosed with breast cancer in the month of December.
The holiday spirit I used to feel is gone gone gone.
Great book on how to reduce Christmas stress:
Unplug the Christmas Machine.
We used it for an advent series at my old church and my personal copy has been re-read to shreds.
Am trying to prepare for the Prince of Peace, not the Prince of Rushing Around Buying Stuff.
cosmo–How are you doing with the cancer? Are you in treatment?
((((cosmo))))
Can’t think Christmas here yet. It is election day here in LA-02!
To answer your question about self-care, I just started sponsoring a dog who needs medicine and special food. His name is Bingo.
[imagine little floating hearts here]
Also have cut my to-do list to the bone for the next 2 weeks. With winter depression I have to get the must things done early in order to rest closer to Christmas. So far so good. Today: must walk, can go to the grocery. That’s it.
edit: Thanks for the photo of Scotland, speaking of making my heart sing.
Lost My Father-In-Law Dec 27 10 years ago,
He was recovering nicely from a heart attack in the hospital on the 25th.
This is the first year without my father, who passed last Jan 7.
Holidays tend to remind us of what we are missing.
Strangely enough, having a small child is a great help through these times. I tend to focus on her experience and some of the joy finds its way back to me.
I have found that when you give from the heart you may receive so much more back.
Mornin’ all.
Christy, I’m so glad you were able to bring the Peanut into the world. There is more hope for humanity with additional Hardin Smiths influencing the direction.
But we’re gonna need few dozen more, at least. Maybe hundreds. Ya’ll up for it?
Cosmo and Christy,
It is amazing, isn’t it, how difficult situations are that much harder when they occur around Christmas and how they seem more likely to stay with you if they fall near this time of year.
I find Christmas very difficult, and I’m a minister’s daughter! There are personal reasons for this, but I also find the crass materialism and marketing, the emphasis on the gift giving, the tackiness of it all very disheartening.
I grit my teeth every year to get through these few weeks, genuinely enjoy making jam thumbprint cookies for friends and neighbors, and taking in the lights and music (although Christmas music - the real stuff - makes me sob, esp. “O, Holy Night”, tears galore, and I take it one day at a time.
I try to think of people who’ve got it much worse, and of course this year and the last few, that has has been the families of the victims of George Bush’s war for ego.
Fortunately, I live in a beautiful spot that looks much like the photo above, and I go out to the harbor and take in the beauty, the serenity, and meditate on the sights and sounds.
When people let you down, nature provides a lift (and a dog will never fail you).
Mack, my sympathy.
That first year of grief is so hard as each holiday comes, and your loved one is -still- not there.
We lost Dad 16 years ago, and Christmas morning was the hardest. Until then we could just pretend he wasn’t there because of doing something else, but Christmas morning everyone has to be home….
I have to admit, this link
http://www.whitehouse.gov/holi.....eycam.html
from twolf in the previous thread could spoil anyone’s holidays
Danbury–O Holy Night expresses for me the anguish between what is and what could be. We are very fallen as humans, and know that something beautiful is just beyond our ken.
egregious @
12
it is rough
but as an example of how the little on helps:
she ahs a bear Grandpa gave her
the bear has now become Grandpa and he is can always be found in her room
somehow, that helps me alot
My husband and I are birders as are his sister and her husband. At least 10 years ago I found a funny bird identification book (birds like the auger-billed clam-sucker) in a used book store and gave it to them for Christmas. It cost only a buck or two. They thought it was the funniest thing they ever saw. My brother-in-law took it to work to show everybody there and all his co-workers got a laugh. This Thanksgiving we were at their house and they had the book sitting on the endtable and we laughted about it all over again. From the point of “enjoyment per dollar spent” this was the best present I ever gave anybody.
off to the vet
cheers all
anyone got a good eggnog recipe?
wow… thanks christy.
i used to hate this time of year, so i drank way too much (more than the usual way too much) which made me feel even more despondent. since i have stopped drinking altogether, my life has changed. i find sources of hope and compassion everywhere. now, it seems when i feel any joy at this time of year, i have tears of gratitude. hard to explain. FDL is one of the places i come to fill my cup of joy and understanding and hope. quite a community here…
Morning all — hot cup of coffee and trying to finish waking up here. And yes, having The Peanut around has made all the difference. It is so fun to experience the magic of the season again through her eyes. It makes this all the more precious this year, because I keenly remember the rough years as well.
My best friend, Lady, a daushand, she is so short and craps on my walkway, path. I don’t blame her for not wanting to go in the deeper snow, she keeps me warm at night. Frankly, I’ve had it with kids, I’ve had 6 and my oldest is 35 and the youngest is 10. the 10 year old seems like more work than the other 5 combined.
Mack and cosmo
I’m sorry to hear of your losses. Even though they are of a different nature each is still a loss of importance in life. No wisdom here, unfortunately, but caring.
What would you do in Iraq? I mean if you were the commander in chief, what would you do now in Iraq? and how about the consequence of your actions? Tough, tough, for everybody there, for a long time, like a missed Christmas.
Emily at 16 — oh, don’t you love that! Last year, The Peanut had much more fun in the boxes than she did with her presents. So this year, I’ve been saving back large boxes to wrap things in, so she’ll have some fun ones to play with along with her toys. *g*
I have a hard time getting all happy about the holidays. I think I’m getting cranky in my old age.
My birth family disowned me a couple of years ago. Who knew I was Satanic? Ack. I’ll never understand how you can claim family values and then kick out a member of your family. I have great inlaws,but they live far away,so it’s just me,the hubby and the kiddo for the holidays. Actually,it de-stresses the whole thing quite a bit,which is nice,but I sometimes long for a real family Christmas with everyone together and practicing actual kindness to one another. What a novel concept.
Next year,and maybe even from then on,I’d like to go somewhere else for the holidays. Somewhere with mountains and snow,far away from big cities and lots of people. No more gifts,just a nice vacation would suit me fine. I’d rather spend money on adventure and experiences than “Stuff”anyway.
I’d also rather get gifts for no reason at all instead of out of some sort of obligation. Seems to me that makes it more meaningful,not less.
btw, gang, I meant to thank RevDeb for the nugget that became this thread this morning. She sent me an e-mail with an idea for a Pull Up A Chair that turned into this one. So thanks, RevDeb!
T- at 10 — well, as Mr. ReddHedd says, “Practice makes perfect.” ;-)
Oh,and thanks to all who recommended the Phillip Pullman books for kids yesterday,I went from that thread and ordered the trilogy for my kiddo as a gift.
Mack at 17 — here’s my eggnog recipe: Go to store. Buy premade eggnog. Add a little good brandy and enjoy. *g*
Mack @ 17
You bet I do! (This is for a HUGE group, however, so you’ll probably have to do some long division, unless, of course, you really love eggnog…)
30 eggs, separated
3 cups sugar for the yolks
1/2 cup sugar for the whites
2 quarts bourbon
1/2 quart brandy
1/2 quart rum
5 quarts milk
4 quarts cream
Beat the yolks until very light and lemon-colored, and the sugar and beat until it dissolves. Mix the liquors together and add to the egg yolks, little by little, stirring briskly all the time. Mix the milk and cream together, and add to the mixture. Beat the egg whites until stiff, adding the remaining sugar to them, and then fold them into the egg yolk mixture. Makes about 4 gallons.
Of the best eggnog you have ever put in your mouth. I’m drooling just typing this out…
egregious at 14 — I love O Holy Night. I had to sing that as a solo when I was a kid one year for church, and it was so hard to sing and do well, but I was overjoyed to get to do it because the song is so hauntingly beautiful.
I’m not a “nog”fan,but I did recently discover the new Bailey’s Caramel for a nice after dinner coffee,that stuff is GOOD. It’s even better when you put it in a caramel flavored coffee. Yummy.
Harry @ 22
I’d start with an appeal for a total temporary ceasefire for all parties and regional temporary summits with speakers chosen in a method of their choice by each community. Assessments would be done for practical needs first and then groups could attempt cooperation by need rather than sect, first, but productivity would supercede politics. With all of this only temporary humanitarian crisis prevention the pressure for final goals would be reduced. This cool down period would be overseen by the UN with reps from all countries involved, including those funding covert operations. Contractors would be required to adhere to a new, temporary code of conduct and ethics.
Cosmo at 4 — {{{hugs}}} If you were here, you could have cinnamon rolls and coffee, and some fun with The Peanut, who has dragged me in to see the Christmas tree five times already this morning. Her cheerfulness is infectious. I’m so sorry to hear about all of your troubles…
Mack at 9 — I hear you. Glad you have a peanut to give you the giggles, too.
pete at 18 — so glad you are doing well with the sobriety. What a wonderful gift to give to yourself! And glad you feel at home here — it is like hanging out with a bunch of friends most days, isn’t it? :)
One of the things that really rings in the season for our family is attending the 9 Lessons and Carols at the Methodist Church at Emory University in Atlanta.
Its a traditional service that originally started at Kings College At Cambridge.
There is a series of 9 readings outlining the Gospel with carols in between. Assorted strings and brass accompany the Emory Chorus and Chorale. Last night they added a tympani which I enjoyed immensly.
The service closes with the lights dimming and an arrangement of Stille, Stille/Silent night with the chorus and chorale surrounding the sanctuary holding candles. It’s moving.
NaNOO at 20 — I think we may have the same dachshund. *g*
My only older brother died at the age of 18, a couple days after xmas in a car accident. That changed my life forever. My parents still fight over guilt, like you didn’t go to enough cub scout meetings. I remember when at my sisters’ high school graduation, a teenage speaker saying something like, how proud to loose your son in Vietnam for that worthy cause compared to an accident. I remember the look on my parents face and wanting to slap that girl speaker.
I live alone, and my cat is very tame.
Why are we not discussing the bravery and intelligence of Cynthia McKinney. She filed articles of impeachment yesterday. McKinney will be missed, but those of us who are true progressives will always remember her.
The last few years have been tough on us because of the financial strain we have been under. This year especially. But I try to focus on the things that matter-faith and family and friends (including you guys) and getting the Twisted Martini off the ground. It is very easy to get caught up in all the spending and gift giving, but I don’t.
By January, the financial crunch should subside and the stress and anxiety will subside with it. I hope!
And Thanks Christy, for this and all the Pull up a Chairs…you make my weekend.
pete @ 18
Pete–
You are an inspiration to us all, for doing something really hard and for seeing the deep joy of life.
A friend told me of her daughter’s remedy for work keeping her from going home for Thanksgiving–Friendsgiving. Part of living is loss, but that gives the opportunity for new traditions.
When my father-in-law died after months of illness, our family decided on a new Christmas Eve. At Thanksgiving we drew for a country, and researched and prepared a totally different menu. The kids were younger, so it was also a neat way to sneak in a little world history/current affairs. The tradition’s still going strong over 25 years later. Now a grandson sits where a grandma once did.
And the Greek lemon chicken from that first Int’l dinner’s still family comfort food. Through illnesses and joys and children moving away and coming home and fun menus over the years, we’ve sustained the tradition, and it’s sustained us.
Christy Hardin Smith @ 26
Me and Mr. Redd have the same philosophy on that…and Mrs. T- broke some news to me on Thursday. Little T- number 3 is on the way. Its an extra special Christmas season around here.
Hi Christy,
This story by Ellen Goodman from the Globule
is right on the mark…
http://www.boston.com/news/glo....._listener/
Jack
This year I made the conscious effort to do a nightly candle lighting during Advent. First wrote about it here.
The gist is that I decided it’s important to take time out just for “pondering“, as Mary is said to have done in the verses in Luke. And not have the kids focus *entirely* on the “stuff” they have coming.
Still looking for good poems/song lyrics that fit the season, and would love some suggestions.
T- @ 43
Congrats T!
NaNOO -
I’m sorry for your loss, pain and your parent’s inability to accept the tragedy. If it’s any consolation, we parents act the same way in hindsight and regretful questioning, even when the kids grow through adulthood relatively ok.
Christy Hardin Smith @ 25
Christy,
I thank you. I do my work at church and try to help people both celebrate and get through what are often difficult times. Holidays can be wonderful and full of dread. There’s a reason that AA and NA have 24 hour meetings on those days. Last Sunday I combined 2 things in my sermon that I believe I had never linked before—The Serenity Prayer and getting through all of the fuss and bother and usually high expectations (often dashed) of the holidays.
Five years ago right after 9/11 and the day before my birthday on the first Sun. in December, a man who was out of control and seemed crazy came into my church and essentially took us hostage—he pulled out a knife which he held to his head in order to get us to do what he wanted. The police arrived (we had gotten most of the people out of the room by then) and the man would not surrender or give up the knife. (knives had more of a meaning at that time than usual) He lunged toward one of the policemen and they shot him. He died at the hospital. The rest of the month was dealing with a traumatized congregation while their leader was also dealing with PTSD.
It was all I could do to pull Christmas together for them and for me. The thing that began to turn it around was a blessing of the stuffed animals—which the adults needed far more than the children.
The memories of that come back each year as I go look for a tree (that year I found the last most scraggly tree and didn’t really care but I had to do it.) I think of the congregation I left behind (I do Interim work) and know that they are still dealing with this.
NONE of this comes close to what our servicemen and women are dealing with overseas. My heart really goes out to them and the families they left behind. I cannot imagine the angst they are feeling.
Which brings me back to the Serenity Prayer:
God grant me Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And Wisdom to know the difference.
With the FDL community I have found more courage to change things as well as wisdom (and humor) to help me figure out what can be changed.
Thank YOU.
And to all who are struggling this time of year, I wish you health and serenity to get through it. May light and blessing come into your lives.
Deb
Cosmo,
I hope you’re doing okay and are on the mend.
Mack,
You can go to foodnetwork.com and type in “eggnog” in the search box. You’ll see recipes come up from different chefs, and they are rated (five stars = best) by viewers. It’s a great source for recipes.
I’m a big fan of Ina Garten’s (Barefoot Contessa), but she is proprietory and her recipes only stay up on the site for about two weeks, unfortunately. You can often find them, though, by Googling them since people copy them and put them up. Her recipes never fail.
Christy,
The tired saying, “Christmas is for children” is nonetheless true, esp. the really young ones like yours. It is so much fun to watch them thrill at all of it. I used to take my ex-landlord’s three little girls - when I would take care of them - out in my car at night, turn on WCRB (the classical station in Boston), and we’d drive around and look at all the Christmas lights. It was fun, and I was very happy when my influence on them showed itself when one of the little girls (about age 4) asked me on a regular car trip one day if I would please turn on the “gymnastics.” She meant “classical.”
I think I’m lucky - my parents & siblings are all of one mind about Christmas, which is not to overdo it. Mostly, we talk about a good charity to all contribute to (last year it was Oxfam and Doctors without Borders) but sometimes someone will have a wish that we, as family, can fulfill. This September, my sister was talking somewhat longingly about having an Ipod, and so that will be the group present for her. My other sister, who lives in Paris, is getting help in buying a new laptop in the spring.
I think it’s harder to control with kids - it’s just very difficult to pry them away from the crassness of it all, which permeates out culture and drowns out reason.
One of my favorite traditions growing up was the tree-trimming party. We’d get a tree, fairly late in the season, and then each of the three of us kids and my mom would each invite a friend or two to come by. We’d have some low-maintenance meal (pasta, stew) and then string popcorn & cranberries for the tree. (We also tried peanuts, but they’d break too easily, and marshmellows, which were pretty gooey.) We all got to spend time with friends, ours and our family’s, and that has always made me feel that connecting with those you love is what this season, whatever faith you tinge it with, is about.
Oh, and hot spiced (and spiked!) cider.
Harry at 22 — we had a fantastic conversation about just that subject on Monday with former Amb. Joseph Wilson. If you go back to Monday on the posts calendar, it’s the 11:00 am PT post.
Thanks for sharing the story RevDeb.
We’ve had our share of dealing with toxic relatives at the holidays. For many years, Mr. P and I simply made it a rule that Christmas was for us and our kids. No visits to or from anyone. Some years, we traveled. We’ve been to Christmas Eve services at Grace Cathedral in San Francisco and Mass at Taos Pueblo. We’ve been part of La Posada in Las Trampas, NM. We’ve also eaten grilled cheese sandwiches on Christmas Day because the only place open was a Sonic drive-in!
Other years, we stay at home. Gifts have always been sparing at Christmas; we’re lucky enough not need much and what we want (books!) we buy for each other during the year anyway.
Opt out of the buying frenzy. I highly recommend it as a means of rediscovering what a joy the whole winter solstice season can be.
Thanks, Twisted.
I wonder if there might be a place on FDL where we might be able to develop a professional network where our identities and vocations are known? The synergies there would be endless comparable to what we saw with the mid-terms.
I’d love to explore forming a vast left-wing an alliance that can effectively battle the money party that dominates business world.
As we gain in strength and number it would be a great benefit as our country faces the inevitable transition from a supply-side economy to a more sustainable one.
Hip hip hooray for the future little T-!!!
Congratulations!!
An Angry Old Broad at 24 — the best Christmas Mr. ReddHedd and I ever had was the year that I was pregnant with The Peanut. Because I was so paranoid about something going wrong, we decided to take a relaxing vacation somewhere else. We went to Hilton Head, walked on the beach (which was pretty much empty the whole time we were there), and had quiet time to relax, take naps, and not worry about what anyone else needed but our little family. It was just what I needed that year, and we still talk about doing it again because it was such a magical, relaxing week for us.
ReedHead, will do that, thanks…Happy holidays everyone.
Note on eggnog: If you are wary of using raw eggs (although if you buy local eggs from a farmer you know, you’re generally safe), then look at your grocer for Davidson’s Eggs, which are pasteurized in the shell and are completely safe to eat raw.
They do taste odd when you scramble and eat them plain — not really bad, just odd — but in eggnog you can’t tell the difference.
Cuz write is what I do in life…and thought this piece appropriate to the thread
So ’tis the season to get all stressed,
And try to put on our Holiday best.
We’ll shop and spend to our hearts’ delight,
With nary a care for the ultimate sight,
Of the credit card bill that will come this New Year,
And bring to our budgets a cold, icy fear.
We know our friend Hazel will look simply smart,
With a faux sequined cat pin stuck close to her heart.
And dear Uncle Robby could not be forgot,
So the singing bass plaque is what had to be bought.
Forget Grandma Rose and her fine Irish whiskey?
Are you crazy? You know to do that is quite risky!
The kids then of course, need the latest in games.
And we’re not talking Monopoly or Scrabble; too tame.
No, it’s fifty bucks each for those graphics galore,
And tough it out parents, so what if it’s gore?
It’s the in thing you know, so you can’t be a dip;
Not to get “that” for Christmas makes your kids so unhip!
Do you ever start thinking that something’s gone wrong?
That the spirit of the Holidays got lost in the throngs,
Of consumers all trying to buy what was best,
That we listen to ads, not the hearts in our chests?
Would the newborn babe Jesus have wanted a toy,
Or instead, people gifting each other with joy?
What of gifts of compassion, and self and good cheer?
Maybe moments of simply lending someone your ear.
A giving of time for a person in need,
Or a kind loving hug ~ these are all gifts indeed.
The true meaning of this time doesn’t come with a cost;
It is priceless and precious ~ don’t let it be lost.
Copyright 2004 s.terrell
Gotta run now–car takes a while to warm up when it’s this cold out. Please let me know if anyone has any good suggestions for what I mentioned in comment 45.
That would be the Roots Project
http://www.staterootsproject.org/
(Admittedly not much happening in IL)
T- @ 55
T- @ 55
Kind of like a political Craigslist? Isn’t that what Meetup started out as? I think it is a great idea. Forgot about the roots project…
Christmas season is hard for me as I can’t do anything because poinsettia is an asthma trigger for me. I do most of my shopping before Thanksgiving, or now, on line. I can’t go out to eat, movies, shopping, peoples homes, parties, etc. I had to fight with my workplace to get them removed from my department. At work, I’m confined to my ‘room’ (the division cube land of around 100 by 300 feet), 2 of however many dozens of entrances and one restroom. This is a place that employees around 5k people too. People look at me as though I’m an alien when I say poinsettia gives me an asthma attack.
This year has been pretty bad for asthma. I’ve been hypersensitive. Most people don’t get that the *^%$^&*I( plant needs to be completely away from me (not just in another room, completely out of the ventilation system). Then people just have to keep them until March!!!
Thankfully, I’ve got my nieces. They are 3, 5, and 7 years old and the center of our family. The oldest is starting to figure out the deal with Santa. It’s very interesting to watch her and listen to what she has to say about this.
I love the holiday performances and like to support the arts. I will be spending all weekend volunteering at the local Nutcracker production. It is my daughter’s 8th year performing. These dancers have been in rehearsals every weekend since Labor Day and, for me, it is a visual feast. I started taking my kids to see it every year when they were toddlers, and we all still go. My daughter started “dancing” in it in 1999–she was on stage for maybe 2 minutes, and I held my breath the whole time. Now she’s up there in pointe shoes, a beautiful, twirling snowflake. I still hold my breath! I also like to go to a Messiah sing along if I can find one. I just can’t get enough of the Christmas music!
egregious @ 56
Thanks, grege.
I just wish WV was a little closer to ATL.
My first one is just about the same age as Christy’s peanut. I’m thinking arranged marriage wouldn’t be a bad thing here, at least for Little T- number 1 it wouldn’t be. He’s a world class birder already, so he’d have that going for him.
First reply lost in mod?
Or did I click wrong?
Anyways
I think The Roots Project might answer this question
http://www.staterootsproject.org/
T- @ 55
Congrat’s T! I wish your wife (and you, too) a smooth pregnancy, easy birth, and healthy child!
This is the other lake I like to visit. Please have patience with the short commercial at the beginning of your visit to Pete’s Pond. It’s worth the wait.
http://www9.nationalgeographic.....camafrica/
Enjoy!
T- — CONGRATULATIONS! :)
A loss during the Christmas season always seems more poignant.
Already this month the families of 38 of our soldiers are going to have to deal with this sad truth.
Louisiana Girl @ 39
I sense that you have a lot of good ideas and energy.
You will get farther here if you use the positive form of presenting a subject. In place of saying, why aren’t we talking about X, just plunge in and begin talking about X.
If you have a long opinion you could post it on your own blog and then bring a link here so we can read it.
We talk about thousands of things. It doesn’t stop people from scolding us about why we’re not talking about thing # 1001. What about world poverty, Darfur, malaria and tuberculosis etc. It’s not possible for a single blog to solve all the problems of the world. Yet.
http://www.staterootsproject.org/
T- @ 55
Good Morning Firedogs,
Christy - get the hell outta here ! - I waited on and chatted with a man from Isle of Grimsay just yesterday - he actually showed me on a map as I’d never heard of it. So funny, he’d expended so much energy to ‘escape’ it’s bleakness, but found our current 30 - 40 deg. temps assuaging his increasing homesickness.
btw us, we have 5 kids, so it’s always a stretch - our 1st season together we needed any extra $$ t/b spent on decor t/b spent on the kids so we had a smaller tree and I used every Happy Meal toy in the house as ornaments - the kids loved it. The following year we hot glued them all to a giant wreath (from good will of course) Now as parents of young adults returning home for the holidays we get the house as Christmasy as we can but save the wreath for last - we get the biggest kick out of watching them all fuss over and hang it every season.
T- Congratulations to you and Mrs. T !
To RevDeb: the blessing of stuffed animals is right on. My youngest great aunt at 91, I had been taking care of her on a part time and knew her family was soon to place her in a assisted situation last year, so I bought her a stuffed dog. She had two cats that went to my daughters’ dad place. You know, I told her the truth about what was going to happen, the family wasn’t letting her in on their plans for her. She keeps that stuffed dog on her bed.
“Yet” is one of my new favorite words. It contains so much hope.
I can’t do that — yet.
I don’t understand that — yet.
This problem* cannot be solved — yet.
[*ok fellow math geeks, yes there are some unsolvable math problems]
Pull up a chair? That makes me want to pull up a heater! Morning all! :)
When I first viewed the photo I saw (if only for a moment) James Kim. It was the first time since the story broke that I had a visceral reaction to the whole story. The foot prints leading nowhere gave me such a lonely feeling. I am sad now.
Death, divorce, family angst, are the cruel winter that pierces your coat on a Chrstmas morning when you go out to walk the dog and see your neighbor’s homes full of life and joy. On Shabbot, lighting the candles alone or with just one child is a melancholy blessing at best.
The 1950’s were a strange moment when Catholics married Jews and everyone’s identities were formed by parents reading Dr. Benjamin Spock. After all the dust settled and we all went our separate ways the gift boxes remain empty save for the love of our own children whom we hope will never be like our parents.
Sometimes I walk alone in the snow on Christmas morning wondering where I should go. Eventually, I return home and call my daughter. If it’s Chanukkah I send my blessing for that day. If it’s Christmas I share a memory of a day when my family was still whole and we all gathered to share a meal and open gifts under a tree.
Family is a blessing.
Twisted at 40 — here’s hoping for a much less stressful time for you in the New Year. :)
Prairie at 42 — feel free to share that Greek lemon chicken recipe. *g*
I find that living on the opposite side of the Atlantic ocean helps me deal with my family during the holidays ;)
Seriously, it would be nice to see the nieces & nephews,but you can’t have everything. We have a novel holiday dynamic, as Mrs CO’s family is Jewish, and both her siblings are married to Catholics. Her stepfather & I do not subscribe to any organised religion. We all get along fine-it’s very civilised, really.
Congrats to T and Mrs. T.
Hugs to Cosmo and Pete and all who struggle with this season.
Iowa Christine–how about cyclamen instead of poinsettia? Encourage a new tradition!
My daughter spent several weeks of her pregnancy on medical bedrest…that year our international Christmas was Swiss fondues…in both our homes, at the same time. Wasn’t the same as all together, but driving the 200 mile roundtrip to deliver the menu for them was the best part of my Christmas that year.
for any Firedogs looking forward to or dreading that White Trash Christmas
Robert Earl Keen (whom I abso-friggin’-lutely love!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P37xPiRz1sg
Christmas was always my least favorite holiday. Go broke buying toys the kids will break inside of three months?? Plus buying for the extended family, just to have heart failure in January when the bills came due? Ugh!
The end of that came when my last niece was born 10 years ago, and my first thought was “Oh great! Another person to buy for.” I brought up the idea of killing the gift-buying, and it was amazing how fast the rest of the family agreed. Now we pick names and exchange ornaments (under $2).
My kids are all teens now, so we do smaller, more personal gift-buying. Two years ago, my son was thrilled to get the rear-window for the ‘88 Camaro he was restoring! (Weren’t they fun to wrap!)
iowa christine @64: My mom is also allergic to poinsettia (and pine). Her co-workers got an intimate understanding of her condition when she went into anaphylactic shock (from touching a plant as she moved it away from the nurses’ station) and had to be intubated. Luckily for her, she worked on the pulmonary floor.
I’m a longtime lurker. I graduated from Luther College where we sang a thousand voice choir(half the student body) of Handel’s Messiah accompanied by solos and a full orchesstra. Tomorrow I will sing in the local version which has endured annually since 1944. Music shines through the soul and reminds me of the real reason for Christmas.
Excerpt from text of an order signed by President Bush on Feb. 7, 2002, outlining treatment of al-Qaida and Taliban detainees:
Emphasis added.
alton-still chugging to get into the Nat. Geog. site. I do love National Geographic. For anyone looking for a gift idea, a subscription to this mag. is a good one.
Thanks, Christy. My boys are headed to the Pink Pig this morning, which is a wonderful holiday tradition for the kids for those of you around Atlanta.
The one atop the downtown Macy’s building back in the day was way cooler. It was suspended on a monorail that cruised around the roof for a few minutes. They also used to give you a pink pig cloth sticker which was ubiquitous on the shirts of most kids under the age of 10 on holiday weekends.
Thanks, Mack. I registered way back when…but I must have missed the roll-out. Will check it out now.
Here’s a little holiday present for you guys, to make the little trademark sign just cut and paste. Here, you can use this one:
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Save this in a file. Then copy and paste into a comment, then delete the word ‘trademark’, then insert whatever you want.
Bingo!™ [little dog humor]
When I first started going to the land downunder 10 years ago, I was impressed by the low key nature of Christmas there. As time has gone by the Aussies have gotten more like the Americans with the commercialism getting bigger and bigger. Not a good trend.
On the other hand, because this time of year is school holidays, Christmas and summer, everybody goes away or to the beach and the place shuts down for six weeks.
Having grown up in the north east, it does feel weird to see Santa at the mall when it is 90 outside. To be frank, I like this better. I never did understand the attraction of snow.
I wish all of you a happy and stress free holiday season and thanks to FDL for being a great place anytime of the year.
We’re having a party at our house this evening for some of Mr. ReddHedd’s friends/clients, so please pardon me if I weave in and out of the thread a bit this morning. Am cooking…
Christy Hardin Smith @ 89
Thought I smelled something good!
egregious — we sponsored a doggie, along with another attorney at Mr. ReddHedd’s office, a few years ago that needed surgery to fix a bladder problem. We got e-mail updates on how he was doing and the folks who adopted him from the shelter still thank us for helping him out. :)
Christy Hardin Smith @ 78
I think I already did a while back, but here goes:
prheat oven at 350 degrees while you assemble–
large baking dish, drizzle bottom with a healthy amount of extra virgin olive oil and fresh-squeezed lemon juice from a couple good juicy lemons,
add either fresh minced or dried garlic to taste,
sprinkle with oregano–Greek if you can find it and a wee bit of seasoned salt,
whisk all together then fill pan with chicken thighs [original] or skinless chicken breast pieces, turn to coat,
sprinkle a light coating of oregano across top,
bake, covered, turning once, until done.
Modifications to suit yourself! In season I add in sprigs of fresh oregano. We started with specific amounts but over the years we’ve adjusted.
For extra browning, remove foil/cover for last few minutes. Serve with rice–basmati’s terrific. And you may want to use enough liquid–add water if necessary–to spoon that lemony broth over the rice to serve. A quick and sunny recipe for busy and lazy days!
Prairie Sunshine @ 80.
Thanks, and I hope everone is happy and healthy now. If not, I’m sure you love them more for it.
Jim Clausen @ 83
Welcome Jim! A thousand voices…wo. At the University of Michigan this past weekend there were 200 including 2 of my cousins. I took my aunt who is newly moved to a nursing home. We had a splendid experience. I had good pitch and volume on the Hallelujia Chorus despite not singing a note the previous two weeks. It was a real boost for my usual winter depression, to hear this great music, to sing well, and above all to do something kind for my aunt, who is losing her mind.