But I have excuses! Last week I was cleaning, cooking, laundry-ing, and getting all ready for Thanksgiving. And yesterday I was snowed in at my mother-in-laws house in Idaho, and then on the road for about 5 hours. We had to go the long way because the usual way had large snowdrifts and was closed (ahem, Nicki, did you notice I said closed, not just closed to everyone but crazy Jeep drivers??). But, I can now say:
I love...snowplows and their drivers. Thank you for clearing miles and miles of roads.
I love...my family. I know I've said that before, but there's just something about belonging to two families of fun people. Holidays require some driving to and fro from house to house, but it's fun to pack in all the visiting, playing and just enjoying being around people who have seen you at your worst and still love you. And it's much better to be snowed in at a family home rather than a hotel. Or your car, on the side of the road.
I love...Thanksgiving. For me it's not just the food and pies (although I do look forward to it) I love all the preparation that goes into it, yes, all that crazy cooking. Now, I never have made an entire dinner by myself, so maybe it's just my limited experience, but I do like cooking for a family feast. I've made rolls and salads and pies and candy and mashed potatoes and I can sort of cook a turkey (not my best culinary moment) but that's another wonderful thing about Thanksgiving: everyone brings and sets up and cleans up and much visiting goes on in the kitchen. My mom loved having her kitchen redone this year, and it was perfect for setting out the feast.
I love...Christmas trees, fresh from the Idaho mountains. This year after the (ha) Blizzard of 2010, the temps dropped to 0 or below, so instead of our whole family going to cut the trees down, a few stalwart souls volunteered to...stay behind with the kids. Errr, I mean volunteered to go brave the cold to cut our trees down. Farris picked out a perfect tree for us and helped my Dad drag out his traditionally HUGE tree. This year I think Rob came away with the biggest tree, though. He leaned it up against his house when they got home, it it was above the eaves. Oops. Like father, like son! We always told Dad he was going to have to cut a hole in the ceiling in order to put up our tree and most years we had no room for the angel or star at the top of the tree, it was always fun to tease my dad about that. We put our tree up last night, the kids decorated it for FHE, and it's lovely. To me anyway. It's not all matchy matchy like the perfect trees in some homes, I'll save that for when the kids are older. Now we have our Assorted Memories Ornaments: we have our Navajo ornaments, one from our honeymoon, a couple baby's first Christmas, the football that Cosmo the Cougar signed for Joseph, some from our childhoods and a Nativity scene made from olive wood from the Holy Land. For me, Christmas trees are a symbol of good times past. Now everyone go sing the Christmas Tree song. Speaking of...
I love...the Christmas tree song. And all those other songs. But I could post a I hate...Grandma got ran over by a reindeer blog day. I won't. Christmas songs I do love: Silent Night, Joy to the World, Far, Far Away on Judea's Plain, Silver Bells, I'll be home for Christmas, Angels We Have Heard on High, O Little Town of Bethlehem, the Primary Christmas songs, and many, many others. Bring on the Christmas Music! Ohhh, here's a tip: Go to Pandora.com, you can put in a favorite singer/band/orchestra and then add "holiday music" and there you have a variety of great music. I love my Michael Buble holiday music station. You can even do Mormon Tabernacle Choir holiday music. Very good, very good.
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