…and our TV…

Each night after supper we read some scripture, talk about it, then have a few minutes of intercessory prayer. SmockDaddy opens the prayer and then we all each have time to lift up those for whom we wish to lift in prayer. Sometimes it’s just a name said knowing God knows the need, sometimes it’s more.

Our TV died a number of months ago; we were blessed enough to have inherited another TV from a church member. Both our TVs (the little 15″ in our bedroom I bought when I was in college) and the big one in the den are old. The new-to-us one is about as old as the little one in our bedroom. Both TVs are the old square round-front screen so we don’t get the outside edges of the format. Neither one allows us to hook up the children’s Wii and we had an old-fashioned rig set up to watch movies, but the TV is dying. When we watch TV shows are so dark we can hardly tell the picture is there and when we watch a DVD it is so bright we can’t see the pic. So we are almost desperate for something new.

Lately, every night when we say our prayers at the table Bairno chimes in at his turn with “and all the people at church.” I used to guide him with name suggestions, but Bairno finally decided to start a bit on his own instead of me guiding him and it’s really sweet. Recently, like the past week and a half, Bairno has been saying multiple times a prayer “and our TV.” I think he misses PBS Word World and watching UP.

Who says…?

While doing the laundry I grabbed a pair of CowBoy’s (5yo) jeans to wash. I seldom, if EVER, check pockets when doing laundry. I KNOW! Actually, I try to make sure they (the other people who live in this house) become independent people and take care of their own things like “if you put something in your pocket to save it then care enough about it to take it out and put it away because it might get ruined or if it’s money it’s my pay for doing YOUR laundry.”

Anyway…I felt something in his pocket so I decided to see what it was. It was two dice. I called him to me because I wanted him to put them back in the game from which he got them (I hate not having all the pieces to a game when we sit down to play). I can not describe the conversation more clearly than to just share how it transpired.
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Christmas Parade

So today was a very busy day. I tweeted about having a super secret date with Santa and hitting the road just for that date. Santa and I had some very important discussions about wish lists and whether we had good or bad boys and girls in my house. The consensus was that they were good this year.

I was gone for hours and I had a very fun, wonderful time, even by myself. And, of course, MY wish list just grew and grew. I haven’t been shopping for anything other than food or household items (except online birthday items) in a very long time. I don’t even look at decorative items to prettify my house anymore. Sad and I miss it. So as I was out and about I kept adding more and more things to my personal Covet List wish list.

I got home in time to put my feet up for a rather short time before getting everyone ready to head out to the city’s Christmas Parade. The parade was scheduled to start at 6pm. This was the first year we didn’t have someone in the parade (the cub scout float) so we wanted to make sure we had a decent parking spot and a good place to stand. The plan was to make the night part of our celebratory time.

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MAIL’S HERE!

I didn’t get a pic done yesterday for the December Photo Project. But that is the kind of day yesterday was.

I had a very interesting facebook commenting conversation with a sweet friend yesterday. I guess it really was funny more than interesting.

She kept asking me how the weather was. Or if I had gone out to errands or did I stay home, inside out of the cold. She was cracking me up. Apparently she was aiming to see if any shipments or packages had arrived at my front door. Sweet friend had sent me a surprise and she had gotten delivery notification. Me? I got nothing! Well, that was yesterday.

So today when the doorbell rang I jumped right up to my feet and snatched a box right out of the mailman’s hands graciously accepted my mail from the mailman before I slammed the door on his face too excited to care, thanks him, wished him a Merry Christmas, and then gently closed the door on the freezing cold air outside.

I danced around the kids singing, “I got a present, I got a present. It’s for me-ee. It’s for me-ee. I don’t have to sha-are. neener neener neener.” Then I ran to my bedroom office studio stroomdio (It’s a conundrum now that our family room is my bedroom AND my office/studio. More on that later.) to rip into my present!

I did stop to take a picture to commemorate this special occasion of the first present of the gifting season! Woot! and it’s aaaaaalll mine! Muahahaha.

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Pepparkakor

I love ginger cookies. I love gingerbread. I love ginger ale. I love many things ginger. When I think of December one of the things that comes to mind is my absolute favorites: Pepparkakor. I could live on these. I’d do most anything for these. My sweet friends in Shreveport brought me us me (fine) us, a large can of them Sunday to church. It’s a sweet deal I make each year to get these. I make a batch of Scottish shortbread in return for these. I think I get the better end of the deal. Either way I think they are awesome to go to the trouble of tracking these down for me. It makes my December!

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