Illness struck my household this week, even knocking down my husband for a day. Now that I’m able to move without a little one in my arm (and catching up on chores), and I’m finally on to completing this post!
Since I wanted to participate in both this will be a COMBINED Finish the Sentence Friday and Ask Away Friday post! Read on…
Do you host the big holidays or go to them? Go to them! I have hosted one Thanksgiving dinner (see above) and one Christmas dinner. I’m not a great cook and get really self-conscious cooking for new people and really avoid it at all costs. Thankfully, my husband is a great cook and knows some good meals to make for large groups.
What is one item that your holiday isn’t complete without? Definitely a tree. Things did not seem the same last year without a tree. We put one up on the wall (picture to follow). Although creative, it just did not feel the same.
What is one activity that your holiday isn’t complete without? I’m not sure that there’s anything I can’t live without… each year, our holidays have swung from surrounded by family, sleeping on the floor with no say on what to do or how to do it, to being just the three of us (before the girls were born) in a cabin in the woods, a lighted tree and only eating our favorites. What I miss, however, is caroling. I love singing and I miss hanging out with friends from long ago, singing the favorites to friends and family.
Decorations: yes or no? (Dare to share) I LOVE decorating… but I have none to share this year, yet. I’ve never decorated for Thanksgiving, but I might change that next year. This year is too close!
Now that I think of it, I don’t really take pictures of my decorations… but here are some old pictures of my decorated Christmas.
Describe your perfect holiday! I would love to rent a cabin in the woods for whole family, instead of just us. Lots of fun, family and snow! 🙂
Head on over and check out Echo’s answers!
Bonus… I thought I’d die when…
Well, that would imply that I had such strong feelings towards something. I typically don’t.
But I can tell you a story…
One day, I was watering the grass on a cold winter’s day… this was a California cold, so it was a brisk 50 or 60 degrees. One of my household chores was to water the grass, which took about an hour each time.
Dressed warmly, with a sweatshirt and a glove (on my non-watering hand), singing, desperately trying to make this chore “fun”. As I turned toward the street, I saw a familiar car. I did a double take because I couldn’t place where I saw it before.
My initial reaction was that it was my neighbor’s car… one I hadn’t seen in a while. That first reaction didn’t sit well with me. Something was up.
My feeling was quickly confirmed a few seconds later when the car drove by again. By this time, my mind was racing, wondering who that was and why they were driving on MY street.
The peak of my curiosity hit when the car drove by a third time. In general, I’m very aware of my surroundings and would typically be nervous by this point. In my heart, I was at ease, but I still didn’t know why.
The car started down the street again… and my mind was put at ease.
The driver of the car was my biological father… and the car was my grandfather’s. I hadn’t seen that car in a few years and my grandfather has never visited me. That’s why I couldn’t quite place the car. I had NEVER seen in it my neighborhood!
Having my father visit me was also first time event. I can’t recall another time he had done that either. I hadn’t seen him in a long while, having moved to another state.
I’m sure for a lot of girls, they would be very excited to have their father visit them when that was out of the norm, but for me, it was EXTREMELY uncomfortable. After my chores, we, as a family, were heading out to see the Christmas lights, my favorite event of the year!
If you knew my stepfather, it was NOT his favorite time of year, and he was convinced to do it this evening. Rescheduling was not an option. So, I was put in the predicament of visiting with a father I barely see, who didn’t even take a few minutes to call first.
Long, complicated story short.. He had been in town a few days, didn’t know when he’d be leaving and call first because he didn’t know if I’d be home (He has said a few things along this line, so I shouldn’t be surprised). My heart broke with this news.
I couldn’t really enjoy the lights… I thought I’d die from heartbreak.
This has been another edition of Finish the Sentence Friday…