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I have not had the time to prep my entry all week. Things have gotten a little crazy lately and I find myself against a deadline to get my daily entry in. So, I apologize if they seem a little lame (or for those critics lamer) lately. You always hope that you will hit a home run every time you go to bat. In the game of baseball, you usually just hope to get on base. So somewhere in between is where I hope to be. I guess there is always the strike out but hopefully that is the exception to the rule.
The celebration of Chistmas is creeping upon us. As we march toward December 25 and the date of the birth of our Savior, we have untold things to do. There is the careful purchase of gifts for those we love and despise. I say despise because there is always someone that we feel does not deserve a gift but we are obligated to get them one. I do not have someone on my list that fits the description this year but have felt that way in previous years.
There is the meal preparation for the holidays. This is always a confusing thing for me as we have fights over who is supposed to be at whose house when issues every year. We used to have a set schedule but for some reason, the schedule changed or was lost or we just feel like fighting. Who knows? The other issue is what to eat. There are the traditionalists who always want turkey. Can you say again? Last year, I took Thanksgiving and we had marinated grilled pork loin. They were licking the plate so it must have been good but it was not turkey. I did a glazed ham for Christmas that went over equally well. But last Thanksgiving it was turkey. For Christmas Eve, I think we are just going to have hors de orves. Small vistory.
Then there is the planning the nights and weekends for all of the plays, pagents, concerts, dinner parties, and get togethers that have to be scheduled around everything that is going on. We have not eaten dinner as a family all month. My kids are shoving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in their mouths as we back out of the driveway. What a crazy way to celebrate the birth of our savior. I am looking forward to the boredom of January. Happy New Year.
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Cobb
The celebration of Chistmas is creeping upon us. As we march toward December 25 and the date of the birth of our Savior, we have untold things to do. There is the careful purchase of gifts for those we love and despise. I say despise because there is always someone that we feel does not deserve a gift but we are obligated to get them one. I do not have someone on my list that fits the description this year but have felt that way in previous years.
There is the meal preparation for the holidays. This is always a confusing thing for me as we have fights over who is supposed to be at whose house when issues every year. We used to have a set schedule but for some reason, the schedule changed or was lost or we just feel like fighting. Who knows? The other issue is what to eat. There are the traditionalists who always want turkey. Can you say again? Last year, I took Thanksgiving and we had marinated grilled pork loin. They were licking the plate so it must have been good but it was not turkey. I did a glazed ham for Christmas that went over equally well. But last Thanksgiving it was turkey. For Christmas Eve, I think we are just going to have hors de orves. Small vistory.
Then there is the planning the nights and weekends for all of the plays, pagents, concerts, dinner parties, and get togethers that have to be scheduled around everything that is going on. We have not eaten dinner as a family all month. My kids are shoving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in their mouths as we back out of the driveway. What a crazy way to celebrate the birth of our savior. I am looking forward to the boredom of January. Happy New Year.
Icool
Cobb
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