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Goodbye BFF

I recently read an article  that highlighted the most overused words of 2010. The point of the article was to say only losers of the worst degree would be using these words in 2011.

Because I’m a total puddin’ head this week, I can’t remember most of the words on the list. But three of them stuck in my sporadic memory.

Viral – I’ve never been fond of this word and it doesn’t bother me at all if it goes away. Every time I hear it, the word brings to mind thoughts of a raging disease, or at the very least, something decidedly germy and unpleasant. So, Viral, take your diseased self and go. Goodbye forever.

Man-Up – The first time I heard this phrase, I thought it was somewhat ridiculous. The 124th time I heard this phrase, I thought it was completely and utterly ridiculous. Especially when someone says it to a female. Seriously? I mean, beyond the fact it is physically and psychologically impossible, it’s just stupid.  Why can’t we use a good old-fashioned phrase like “take responsibility,” or “step up to the plate” (which was probably on one of those banned word lists at some point)?  I heard two children use this phrase the other day and to tell you the truth, it caught me a bit off guard. Farewell and good riddance to Man-Up. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

BFF – This one nearly made me cry. How will I tell my BFF that I can no longer call her my BFF? What moniker will convey the same feelings, the same level of connection?  Please don’t go, I’ve enjoyed you so this past year. This is a tragedy, I tell you. A complete tragedy! (That, and I’m much too lazy to want to type more than three letters when talking about my BFF). This may require some quiet time with good chocolate to overcome.  If you think of  any good replacement titles for BFF, please let me know. I’ll be anxiously awaiting your suggestions.

From,

She who is word weary

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If you are lucky enough to live somewhere you and your family can enjoy some sledding fun, I’m so glad!

Think about inviting all the rosy-cheeked sledders home for a fun after-sledding party. It doesn’t have to be a lot of work and, if you plan ahead, you can waltz into the house with your guests and have something warm and delicious on the table in a matter of minutes.

Make ahead a tray or two of easy appetizers. It could be something as simple as a veggie tray with dip or pinwheels made by rolling up thinly sliced ham with cream cheese and chopped olives in a flour tortilla. These work especially well to make the night before. Roll up tortilla rolls in plastic wrap then when you are ready to serve, remove plastic and cut into bite-sized wheels.

Put chili in the crock pot earlier in the day and plan for it to be done when you come in from sledding. This is filling and warm and an easy way to feed the troops. Serve a loaf of french bread or tortilla chips along with the chili. You can have shredded cheese, sour cream, and onions set aside for those who’d like to garnish their bowls of steaming chili-goodness.

For beverages, have both hot and cold drinks available. You can preset a hot chocolate station before you head outdoors. When you come back in, just mix up the chocolate and serve. Other hot drinks might include spiced cider or coffee or a pot of hot tea. Cold beverages could include soda pop, juice or punch.

The recipe for this Pomegranate Punch is easy and so tasty!

 

For dessert, have a plate of left-over Christmas cookies that you’ve hidden from grubby, greedy hands in the freezer, or whip up a  batch of Cinnamon Rolls. You can make the cinnamon rolls that morning, or the day before, and quickly reheat right before serving. That is one way your guest will melt in a puddle and be at your mercy for the rest of the year.

The most important thing is to have fun!

Some of my favorite winter memories are of sledding parties we hosted at our home. We lived on a hill which meant a great sledding run waiting just outside the back door. If you survived the trip down the hill, it was a short walk to our pond where you could skate if the ice was solidly frozen. We also had snowmobiles back then that provided a never-ending source of winter entertainment and post-sledding transportation.

This photo, circa early 1980s (yes, laugh all you want), shows us gathered around enjoying a day of sledding and snowmobiling fun.

My Dad and brother would wait until the sledders zoomed to the bottom of the hill and would drag us all back up behind the snowmobiles  to do it again. Since we didn’t have to hike back up the hill, wasting precious energy, we were able to sled twice as long.

The only damper on the fun was a big ditch at the bottom of the hill. If you didn’t bail off in time, you could end up sitting in the ditch covered in icy cold mud, counting your teeth and feeling to make sure no bones were broken. That was a great incentive to never be the person on the bottom of the pile stacked on a big tractor inner tube. When bodies started falling off or bailing, there was most usually not enough time for the one stuck on the bottom to avoid careening into the ditch.

I absolutely loved the days when large groups of the family would converge and we’d sled until we could barely stand up straight. There was even a year we had so much fun, two of my cousins broke our toboggan in half. I think it had bounced across the sledding trail one too many times. Then there was the year, I stayed out so long playing in the snow I soaked through not one but two snowsuits. My mother was convinced I’d die of pneumonia, but I don’t think I really cared. Fun was waiting outside the door, calling my name!

What awesome times we had.

Pull on your boots, dig out your scarf and mittens, go sled and have some fun!

Happy Sledding!

The once avid sledder

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Are you flustered?

I always find it enlightening and entertaining to see what words or phrases people use in search engines to end up at my blog.

The other day, a phrase that caught my eye was “Are you flustered?”

Well, yes I am, thanks for asking!

According to my handy-dandy dictionary, flustered is defined as “a state of agitated confusion.” Flustered can also mean muddled, puzzled, rattled…

I think that (sigh) describes me to a tee. This is not a good thing. I think I’ll go find some chocolate and contemplate what all this means.

In the meantime,  I just want to know who’s been peeking in my windows again. They must be stopped!

Happy New Year!

She who is flustered

 

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My sister, as a baby.

For many of us, the holiday season is much more than an opportunity to eat too much food, spend too much money and get presents (notice I did not say too many – can there be such a thing?).

The holidays are about the relationships we share with those we love. About the special feelings we keep in our hearts and the individual moments of innate sweetness that we want to remember forever.

The Christmas season always make me think of my sister. She was born with a brain tumor that continued to grow throughout her life. She also had epilepsy and never quite reached mental maturity. Five years ago, she passed away from head trauma resulting from one of her seizures.

She was 14 years old when I was born and really messed up the good thing she had going. She had been the baby of the family for all that time and liked things as they were. Along came this interloper who threw the world as she knew it into a tailspin. To say there was a bit of resentment on her part would be a mild understatement. Most of the time, I think my presence was a constant reminder that her position had been usurped.

But Christmas…Christmas, with its wonderful magical air would sweep over her with a beautiful blanket of peace and goodwill and things would be different. The desire to have fun, to be good because Santa was watching, took over.

My Dad and brothers with my sister - mid 1950s.

She would start making presents for everyone. Under different circumstances, I think she would have been a great artist. She liked to draw cartoons and did a bang up job with it. Her favorite character to draw was Snoopy. She also liked to do stitching. The last Christmas she was really with us, she stitched up two little pictures of dogs (another of her favorite things) and gave one to me and one to Hubby.

Although she wasn’t overly fond of the great outdoors, before Christmas she could be found outside attempting to build a snowman or plotting some way to bombard unsuspecting individuals with snowballs.

She would get involved with things she normally ignored the rest of the year, like baking and decorating. The decorating would nearly throw my Mom into a tailspin sometimes.

I don’t know where it came from but there was a music box – a little golden bird cage with a tiny bird inside that would tweet a holiday tune (which I can’t even remember now). She would dig through the decorations until she found it, the nostalgic aroma of bayberry wafting out of the storage box and filling the room with a scent that forevermore will bring a picture to mind of our family decking the halls, circa 1978. Once found, she would have that bird tweeting over and over until I thought my parents would throw it in a snowbank. As annoying as it was, it wasn’t Christmas until she got that music box out and played it a dozen times.

I’d like the opportunity, just once more, to watch her play that music box, to hear the bird tweet, to see the look of wonder and joy that filled her face each holiday season.

So my wish for you this holiday season is a wish that you cherish every precious moment with those you love and hold dear. Make some beautiful Christmas memories with them this year. Ones that take up a very special little corner in your heart.

With Christmas Love,

Shanna

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