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What about the time we all sat around the Christmas tree and beatboxed?

NSFW (what are you doing at work anyway?) or kids (put 'em to bed early under the pretense of "Santa coming early").

Words, for a change

Maybe it's time I posted an entry that is something else besides a bunch of pictures I've taken. I do like pretty pictures, though. A thousand words, and all that jazz.

So far, we are getting through the holidays with a medium level of stress. This is a good thing. In our house, you simply can't go a day through this month without some drama about gifts purchased for this family or that family, or Christmas trees that were decorated in a delayed fashion. I guess it's just a bunch of small details here and there...but the catch is that I am a "small details" person.

Case in point: His Honor's classroom holiday party. Once again, I was one of three or four assigned "mom helpers" for the party. I'll confess to agonizing over the holiday activity--should it be a sedate sit-at-the-table-and-decorate affair? Or should there be some moving about involved? If we decorate foam trees with stickers, should I separate the stickers in individual piles for each child? Or should it be a free-for-all to spur interaction?

In the end, everything turned out just fine and the kids had a blast. It was a party, after all.

Hey, how did that pesky picture sneak its way into my post? That's the beauty of pictures--sometimes they say the things you simply can't put into words.

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Ice Ice Baby

At 6:49 this evening, I found myself taking pictures of a pile of pistachio shellings.

Who doesn't love pistachios? They are surely addictive. To me, part of the charm is the actual process of shelling them and dislodging that striking green nut before you pop it into you mouth.

But then again, maybe it's me being stir crazy after a couple of days at home due to an icy coating that blanketed trees and roads.

I'm happy that we are safe and warm. As an added bonus, the ice is adding extra dimension to our Christmas lights.

I'm glad the boys put up with me. I had a slight meltdown last night since the combination of holiday overload, work overload, and house-full-of-boys overload seemed to combine in some random vortex of stress. A couple of tears, some daily husband-wife hashing it out, some hugs from His Honor and I was generally good to go.

We are getting there.

Today's holiday tally

Personal relationship with the holidays: love-hate.

I love the festivities, the decorations, and most of all having an excuse to listen to the A Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack. The "hate" parts involve obsessing over gifts, cards, etc. I have the tendency to go "overboard" on gifts for my mom in the sense that whatever I give to her is the right mix of personal and much-needed. This year will be no different-I was just glad I got myself a clue earlier than, say, Dec. 23rd.

Yesterday, we did that tree decorating thing:

It did tend to slant things towards the "love" side.