Off to Cali!
Hey Everyone! I'm off to California in just a few hours, so here's a little something to keep you busy.
Contest! Have A Holly Jolly . . . Um, Holiday?
Tell me a story, no really, a story about your favorite holiday memory. I'm not looking for Christmas or Kwanzaa or Channukah (sorry if I misspelled anything).** I'll pick the one that I like best (ok, I'm really going to pull names out of a hat) and you'll win a fabulous prize.
**Ok, so what I meant to say was, it doesn't have to be a December holiday. lol It could be any holiday. And since, I am such a mush-head, I'm going to leave the contest open until this Sat. at noon my time. That's 12pm EST. Sorry about the confusion. I blame the cold and the wool fumes.
Not bad eh? Have a great weekend!
P.S. I finished Grandma's Shawl before I left, so no need to take it with me. Pictures when I get back. Oh, and I started my first pair of toe-up socks last night. I'm excited to take them with me too. Pictures of these too when I get back. I'll see you all on Tuesday or Wednesday night.
posted by KnitterBunny @ 11:43 AM
7 comments
7 comments:
Did you mean it doesn't have to be a certain Holiday? Or that it can't be a Christmas memory? I will leave my Christmas memory and hope you forgive me if I did the wrong thing.
My large family gathers on any night BUT Christmas Eve and at some point we sing the 12 Days of Christmas. Each person, willing to embarass themselves, gets a day. I always do Day 5 as I have a 1st Soprano voice. I do it simple, operatic, silly or normal, just to spice it up. Half the time we can't remember the words. Or we don't sing it right which made my Aunt, who passed away 10 years ago, get on us.
I'm confused. Do you want a Christmas story or a not winter time holiday story? I am easily confused. hehe I have a Christmas story, it proves that I have always been easily confused. I'm tellin' it, so hope that's what you wanted.
I got up on Christmas morning and found (not wrapped) Spider Man pjs. They were so cool. I ran to put them on, and my mom said they were my brother's. :( I had to unwrap Bugs Bunny little girlie pjs, and I was sad. Why did I think the unwrapped present was mine? Weird. See easily confused.
Yay on your Grandma's Shawl!!
every year, my church has a holiday dinner. it is always the second friday of december. you have to be at least in middle school to be able to go. the food isn't necessarily all that great (it's potluck), the entertainment is hardly anything special (the same people doing silly skits and singing songs, year after year), singing every verse of "blest be the tie that binds" takes forever (and everyone mumbles, because no one knows the middle verses), but it's tradition. an event you buy a new dress for, get prettied up, invite friends to. the dinner is tonight, and i'm not there because i have an exam in the morning. i'm really sad. i hate that i'm missing it.
I hope you had a safe trip and tons of fun.
Hummm my favorite memory.
Honestly I would have to say that is was the birth of my son. It was 30 hours of induced labor just to find out that I would have to have a c-section. I got an emidural at midnight (newyears eve/day) then at 8 the next morning they prepped me and took me back and he was born at 9:38 am. He was perfect! What a great late Christmas gift. He started my new year off the the best start and I couldn't ask for anything better.
So that is my sappy story, but that is my favorite memory. :)
My story is also sappy. Samm, my daughter (21 next week) was born exactly 1 week before Christmas. She was the best Christmas present ever! We dressed her up in a little red santa (elf?) outfit and took a picture of her under the tree. Love that picture!
Several years ago my husband and I bought 10 acres of property on Lake Huron. We loved this property. We would travel 4 hours many times during the year to camp there. We decided that we should start a family tradition. We wanted to start getting our Christmas trees from our property. So to prepare for this trip and make is special - the kids (ages 3 and 5) and I baked and decorated Christmas cookies for the ride up and the weekend. We drove up listening to holiday music and ate cookies. We stayed in a hotel and planned for the next day.
Morning arrives - we bundled everyone up and drove the few miles to our property. We parked our SUV in the deep snow and hiked into our property. We wandered around deep in the woods looking for the perfect tree top. Eventually everyone agreed on a tree. With the handsaw my husband cut it down - and all of us happily dragged it back to the road.
Unfortunately when we came out to the road we discovered that we were about 10' on our neighbors side. Yes, we had done all of that only to have 'stolen' a tree from our neighbor's woods! It still cracks us up to this day :-)
I don't have a favorite holiday memory, per se. I do have a memory that has formed how my family celebrates Christmas...
Until I was 10 my Dad worked nights at a local hospital as a respiratory therapist (and yet he smokes a pack a day - go figure) and he always had to work Christmas Eve. This meant that he didn't get home 'til 10 o'clock in the morning on Christmas Day - which is an ETERNITY for a six year old. It feels even longer when they got you a bike and only slapped a bow on the thing so you get to stare at it 'til your Dad comes home. This started the tradition of putting small games and toys into our stockings instead of just candy in the hopes that it would keep me amused ;o) I've continued that tradition in our family as well as the tradition that you can open your stocking before everyone is up, but no touchy on the presents 'til we're all present and accounted for ;o)
Hope you have a good trip to California!
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