... with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more. ~Dr. Seuss

My favorite part of Christmas is the days leading up to Christmas. I love the decorations and the present buying and the loving secrets we keep in that present buying ... I love cutting down my own tree and decorating it. I even love the office Christmas party. {Christmas Day, however, has always been a little anti climatic for me ...}

Of course, I never have time to do everything I feel like I should do.

This year was quiet ... a little snowed in and unable to leave. But that's fine. It just lead to a fantastic meal with people that might as well be family and I'll make my family holiday trip on Martin Luther King Day weekend. I did take an impromptu trip down to Portland earlier this month to visit my oldest friend, Noell, and her precious family, where we had an incredible time baking Christmas cookies.


I think they were supposed to be Christmas cookies ...

Cutting down our tree. This is my roommate, Tiff. The scarf is hiding the baby that just has 2 more months of incubating to go. Of course, she did not actually use the ax she is holding.

The Christmas "cookie" that the youngest "nephew" made. I do have some pictures of the boys that are quite adorable, but I did not ask permission to post them so post them I will not. The oldest, Trevor (4) , shared the following story with me, though:

"Yesterday we went to the zoo. Daddy elephants are not careful, so they have learn. The mommy elephant pooped and Meagan {their aunt} smelled it worser. Baby elephants have little poop." {Oh the holiday joys ....}

And this was the road in Eastern Oregon driving home from Portland to this little vineyard town in Washington. {the reason why I did not drive home over mountainous Eastern and Central Oregon to my mom's house for Christmas Day.}

And I'm also so very glad that the Holiday Season isn't technically over. Tonight we're going to go eat some very delicious creme brulee at our favorite restaurant, there are a couple of more parties before the New Year and New Years itself will be spent at a contra dance with some dear Friends of Acoustic Music friends.

I think I just love how light hearted this time of the year is.

Rather, maybe I love how light hearted I am at this time of the year. ;)

quite awhile ago I firmly decided to not blog about dating. My own, personal dating, that is.

{I feel like I should have a Christmasy post to put here. And I do, actually, complete with pictures. But first this. Later that.}

This is me not blogging specifically about dating:

It is a strange world out there, with even stranger people, in a universe that insists on playing cold, cold tricks.

Of course, I don't believe that the universe is capable of doing that.

But dating is a nightmare.

No freaking kidding.
... just don't do it.

It never gets better.

This has happened a couple of times now.

You know when your sons are getting to just be adolescents? And everything you do embarrasses them? Because it's really not you at all, but how they're responding to you?


When you become elderly and go into a nursing home, please do NOT try to set them up with that cute little server downstairs in the restaurant. You will most definitely get the same response that you got when they were 13. They will blush, splurt "MOM!" and look away. Yes. Even at 35 they will do this.

Take it from me, that server downstairs in the restaurant.