Posts Tagged ‘holidays’

Boxing Day +2

Posted: 12/28/2009 in Navel gazing
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I am sat on a Long Island RailRoad train speeding it’s way to somewhere in Long Island. Not too sure where as we are visiting one of Alex’s friends. I stress the “Alex” part as my friends generally have the good sense to stop at Queens. But I am sure we will have a nice time once the pain in my side dissipates (someone made me run for the train and I am wearing my heavy NorthFace coat!).

Today is the last lazy day of my Christmas holidays as I will need to get back to studying tomorrow and make the most of my remaining days till I return to work on Jan 4th. Though the last few days haven’t been that lazy. I’ve baked my heart out for all the friends we’ve seen (today is no different as I have banana bread in my bag), caught up on TV, read a non-school book that isn’t Entertainment Weekly and been round 4 apartment buildings. Studying for a few days sounds really restful in comparison.

merry boxing day

Posted: 12/26/2004 in daily life
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I dropped the ball with regard to my Christmas Day post. Gifts, meringue making and socialising got in the way of blogging. So here are some of my favorite things about the yule tide period, in no particular order:

  1. Excessive use of fairy lights and all things that twinkle
  2. Stunted oranges (not chocolate but clemintines, satsumas, etc)
  3. Mince Pies
  4. Wrapping presents whilst watching While You Were Sleeping (one of my favorite Christmas films)
  5. Christmas trees – something very pagan (or should I say German) about having an evergreen along side your DVD collection
  6. The coming of Leah – I love that Christmas co-insides with me (and Alex) making it all the more special
  7. I will never be too old for chocolate money and all things associated with Santa Socks
  8. In the UK Christmas television specials dominate, not so over here where festive episodes air at the start of December – allowing us to catch up on DVDs, Radio 4 specials and games
  9. Panicked shoppers emanating merriment and mirth as they push you out of the way on busy streets
  10. Skewed gender roles (men in frocks and principle boys who are girls) in the British tradition that is pantomimes

my personal grotto

Posted: 12/21/2004 in daily life
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I look a little grumpy – but I really am smiling inside :)

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festive cheer (part one)

Posted: 12/20/2004 in daily life
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Off to see a man about a tree.

thou shalt not post in anger

Posted: 12/13/2004 in daily life
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Possible might have made it into the top ten commandments if blogging had been around in the days of Moses. This entry was very nearly a full on, no holds bar vent regarding a transatlantic argument I just had with my brother.

I am an adult, turning 28 in ten days time, I take responsibility for my actions which resulted in me getting into a bit of a pickle. But, I did hope that my furthest and dearest might help me out rather than pass the buck (or in this case the pound) since it was a British based problem. At the end of the day it is not a huge disaster but is just magnified by the distance and inertia.

Hey ho.

I end up turning to my nearest and dearest who saved my bacon once again.

It probably doesn’t help my mood that there has been no mail today, so far…. Where, oh where, are my amazon.co.uk packages and of course the oodles of Christmas and birthday cards that should be winging their way to Alex and I (he’s another December baby to). I’ll just go and check the mail box again…….

intoxicating

Posted: 11/16/2004 in cooking, daily life
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I am drinking in the aromas that are engulfing the flat – cinnamon, nutmeg, chocolate and fermenting apples. I am in full-on domestic goddess mode, whipping up a batch of dark chocolate and walnut brownies and mincemeat for Christmas. If the brownies are up to scratch then I shall split them between Alex’s work and my volunteering placement.

Cooking is a good way to placate myself, as I got a bit angry at the television, again. I sat down to watch a morning talk show, my poor man’s substitute for Richard and Judy, on TiVo whilst having my lunch. Unless they have guests on that interest me usually only watch the first 10 minutes or so as they do their spiel about their respective adventures of the previous day. It has been getting a tad monotonous of late, American football and Trump…yawn. Today the more mature male co-host had seen the new Bridget Jones flick and was confused as to why Hugh Grant and Colin Firth were fighting over someone who was very over weight and feisty. Hmmm, now Bridget is no stick insect, but she is not orca fat. She is ditsy, smokes, swears and drinks to much. It is especially because of those qualities the we should love Ms Jones and her wobbly bits.