I spent New Year's Eve in the chapel. Then I came out of the chapel to find that some bird has pooped on my car. Thanks a lot, God. I can see that You're shaping this up to be a great year for me.
I brought a watch with me to the chapel so I could tell exactly when it was midnight and wish everyone a happy new year. Apparently, I needn't have brought anything because the sound of fireworks going off outside gave it away. Well, I wished everyone a happy new year anyway and went home.
Once I reached my house, I caught a scent of vanilla in my room. Hmmm. This bodes well. It probably means that there's a lot of baking involved in this year. I'll see what I can make.
So far in my life, I've baked:
Chocolate chip cookies (seventh time's a charm!)
Sugar cookies
Shortbread cookies
(Yeah, a lot of cookies)
Beef casserole
Cheese lasagna
Chicken Kiev
Blackberry Cobbler
New York Style Cheesecake
Oreo Cheesecake
(I also tried doing an amaretto cheesecake once, but it just ended up tasting like cherry coke).
Of course, I'm not including simple cakes I bake out of a box. I'm doing the "made from scratch" stuff here.
In other news, this year's theme is "Let there be love." I found this out by typing in "Let there be" in the Google search bar and one of the first things that popped up was "Let there be lightbulbs". Lightbulbs? Well, I suppose they're important.
Side note: When I was young, I used to hear "How many [insert description: lawyers, rednecks, women, etc.] does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" jokes. For some odd reason, I thought that the lightbulb was supposed to be some innuendo. Now I realize that they mean it literally, and I must admit, some of those jokes are quite witty, albeit derogatory.
Well, everyone, here's to a new year. Let there be lightbulbs!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Christmas Day
Today has been one of the best Christmases I've had in a while. Went to church early. Came home and spent three hours cooking and baking for my family. I have a feeling I will be doing a lot of cooking every Christmas from now on. Today, I made chicken Kiev and shortbread cookies.
It snowed today! I've lived in my hometown for fourteen years and I don't ever remember it snowing in December! On Christmas Day, no less. The earliest snow we have is usually in January and sometimes we have to wait until February for snow.
After I cleared away the dishes, I took a walk outside.
There's something really romantic about walks in snowfall. Snowy walks are unique, too, because it's romantic even when someone is alone as opposed to being with other people. I mean, think about it. In rain, it's kind of tragic to think about someone walking alone. It's fun to run through the rain with your best friends and, of course, to finally find shelter right when it stops raining. Or sometimes, rain makes me think of future lovers who meet each other on the street. They start talking and it begins to rain just as their conversation is getting interesting. There's no shelter nearby so they decide to run through it. Someone slips and the other one catches them. Then they just decide to hold onto to each other and run until they can find an awning or some place to seek refuge. I can also imagine them running into a coffee shop and skid to a halt, their breath coming out in gusts and their faces warm from running.
Snow, however, is a different matter. When it snows, I can imagine a group of friends out playing in the snow. I can imagine lovers taking a walk, gloved hand in gloved hand. BUT, I can also imagine a solitary person, footsteps making muted crunching noises, tracing a way through the snow and then stopping at a streetlamp. The person looks up and watches the snowflakes spiral through the air, watching them glint in the ray of lamplight. It's romantic in its own way, like a secret meeting between two old friends. So, we meet again, they say to each other and they wave--the sky waves with snowflakes, the human with a hand. I'm going on an adventure, the human says. I'll come with you, says the snow. And so they go, also hand in hand, off to explore the world, the same one as yesterday, except awash with snow.
That's what I did today. I took a walk around my neighborhood, singing Christmas carols and sad tunes. To me, sad tunes seem to fit snowy days. Somehow, they don't sound as sad, as if the snow gently breaks the fall of tears. Anyway, it became hard to see after a while since the snowflakes melted onto my already-thick glasses. I made another circuit and then turned home.
Once home, I shook out my scarf, my coat, my gloves, and hung them on the back of a chair to dry. Having nothing better to do, I finished my math problems (yeah, I'm really nerdy) and then took a nap.
I awoke to my brother watching American football on television and decided to do something else instead. So I wrote this.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!
It snowed today! I've lived in my hometown for fourteen years and I don't ever remember it snowing in December! On Christmas Day, no less. The earliest snow we have is usually in January and sometimes we have to wait until February for snow.
After I cleared away the dishes, I took a walk outside.
There's something really romantic about walks in snowfall. Snowy walks are unique, too, because it's romantic even when someone is alone as opposed to being with other people. I mean, think about it. In rain, it's kind of tragic to think about someone walking alone. It's fun to run through the rain with your best friends and, of course, to finally find shelter right when it stops raining. Or sometimes, rain makes me think of future lovers who meet each other on the street. They start talking and it begins to rain just as their conversation is getting interesting. There's no shelter nearby so they decide to run through it. Someone slips and the other one catches them. Then they just decide to hold onto to each other and run until they can find an awning or some place to seek refuge. I can also imagine them running into a coffee shop and skid to a halt, their breath coming out in gusts and their faces warm from running.
Snow, however, is a different matter. When it snows, I can imagine a group of friends out playing in the snow. I can imagine lovers taking a walk, gloved hand in gloved hand. BUT, I can also imagine a solitary person, footsteps making muted crunching noises, tracing a way through the snow and then stopping at a streetlamp. The person looks up and watches the snowflakes spiral through the air, watching them glint in the ray of lamplight. It's romantic in its own way, like a secret meeting between two old friends. So, we meet again, they say to each other and they wave--the sky waves with snowflakes, the human with a hand. I'm going on an adventure, the human says. I'll come with you, says the snow. And so they go, also hand in hand, off to explore the world, the same one as yesterday, except awash with snow.
That's what I did today. I took a walk around my neighborhood, singing Christmas carols and sad tunes. To me, sad tunes seem to fit snowy days. Somehow, they don't sound as sad, as if the snow gently breaks the fall of tears. Anyway, it became hard to see after a while since the snowflakes melted onto my already-thick glasses. I made another circuit and then turned home.
Once home, I shook out my scarf, my coat, my gloves, and hung them on the back of a chair to dry. Having nothing better to do, I finished my math problems (yeah, I'm really nerdy) and then took a nap.
I awoke to my brother watching American football on television and decided to do something else instead. So I wrote this.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
About Me
- jumira-wings
- Hi, I'm jumira-wings, likely to be one of the strangest people you'll ever meet.