Author: The Jody

I’m trying to finish the book I’m reading. It’s a lovely romance novel – of course, in this case lovely means “includes a character who has her face removed”. Cause you know, romance isn’t everything (or so they tell me). I have to remember to put more seed in the bird feeder today, while the weather is lovely and I won’t have to walk in four feet of snow.

I think I’m going to try to get a walk of some kind in today. It looks great out!

None of my favorite blogs have been updated, my traffic here is about half what it normally is…what, you guys took the day off?

Actually, I didn’t because I’m a contractor. No work = no pay, and I can’t do two days this week, y’know?

I went out at lunch to buy some DVD+R disks, because stupid me didn’t know that DVD-R disks were incompatible. There’s a plus, you see, that apparently means “In addition, we are going to mess you up good by restricting which media we will recognize”. I thought we had a bad drive. Thank God for the internet, clearing up that mystery. Stupid lack of standards. Anyone want to buy a 10-pack of DVD-R disks cheap?

I am working on another entry for the blog that requires a little research, and like I said, I’m working right now, so you’ll have to see it later. (i.e. Come back several times today to look to see if it’s posted yet.)

…and happy Jesus’s birthday!

Got some pretzels in the Easy Bake Oven, what more could a girl ask for?

Santa did good…yesterday when we started wrapping, I was worried there was too much but it turns out a lot of the girfts went to my mom’s for them and my niece and nephew. I think we just hit the right spot between too much and not enough.

Christmas dinner (roast beef, roasted potatoes and carrots, green bean casserole, rolls) Now I’m just ready to curl up with a book and a glass of Irish Mist…

Hope everyone had a peaceful day…

Junior is up to 4 versions of A Christmas Carol. He’s got the story down cold so that regardless of what version it is, he knows what’s coming next. I know, because I quizzed him. (“What’s next?” “The ghost with the chains who tells him about the other three ghosts” “Good boy!”)

We were watching a House of Mouse DVD and it included Mickey’s Christmas Carol (bonus!). What’s funny about that is that he asked me to turn off the Reginald Owen version that I had been watching to watch the Disney DVD, not knowing what was in store. He doesn’t really like the ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, but I don’t think you’re supposed to, given that Tiny Tim AND Scrooge are both dead in the future. (Tiny Tim dying, considering the kids they get to play him in the live versions, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Cripes, is it that hard to cast someone who isn’t annoying in that role? Please, the kid in the Albert Finney version does NOT sing like an angel. And he seems pretty healthy, other than the bum leg.)

Actually, in the Muppet Version, Junior was VERY freaked out by the Ghost of Christmas Present, who is so big that when we first see him it’s just his giant eye looking through the door of Scrooge’s bedroom. He HATED that part. Loved the ghost, but HATED the eye in the door. Now he knows that other versions don’t have that. I have the George C. Scott version on DVD, the Henry Winkler version on VHS, and we haven’t seen the Alistair Sim version yet. Think he’ll let me squeeze in one more before the weekend?

In some dusty corner way way back in the part of my brain where I store the lyrics to the commercial for Digger the Dog (“Digger the Dog, Digger he goes with you, when you explore”) I had a yellow sticky note to myself that said “Christmas Dinner”.

Now that my sister and I both have kids that are no longer babies, we don’t get together on Christmas Day. Part of me finds this incredibly sad, as I am such a freak for getting together with family. I know growing up we had to go to both Grandparents’ houses, one in the afternoon, one in the evening, but they basically lived in the same town. My sister lives about 20 minutes from here, so it’s a little more of a trek for her and the gang. Anyway, up until the year before last, we still went to my parents’ for Christmas breakfast because Christmas Eve was spent at my Aunt’s House. Kids, of course, turn that all upside down, and we started doing Christmas Eve at Mom’s, and then I invite Mom and Dad to have Christmas dinner with us because we live in the same town. Last year we had that massive snowstorm on Christmas day, so we didn’t get together for lunch. I actually spent most of the day handling snow removal, if I recall correctly.

This year I sort of forgot that we don’t go to Mom and Dad’s on Christmas day, and that if I didn’t want to have a can of soup for Christmas dinner, I actually have to plan something, buy the ingredients, and make it. D’oh! So yes, stupid me will be going to the grocery store tonight or tomorrow (or sending Mr. Dump) to get some kind of roast (pork? beef?), potatoes, carrots, etc., and all the ingredients for green bean casserole (Ya, baby!). I called mom today and invited them over (cause, like, why would they assume they were invited if I didn’t actually invite them?) Whether they come over or not, I mean, we have to have something that day. I feel so silly for not even thinking about it. I’ll also extend the invitation to my sister’s family, because that’s the polite thing to do, which would be cool because I think the best thing about the holidays is having a house full of people. Some people may like the “oh, we’re just going to be our little family” but not me. It’s this time of year that I wish I had more kids, because that would take care of the problem.

Anyway, I’m rambling. Happy 2 days until Christmas!