Archive | December, 2012

Joyeux Noël

25 Dec

gingerbread man

Josh and I have been learning French! We are both getting really quick at translating sentences like Je mange une pomme et elle boit du vin.

This was my first white Christmas. It was probably Josh’s 15th or 20th. The whiteness of Christmas did not have as much impact on the holiday as you would expect from the songs. Maybe because sleigh rides are no longer the thing?

white christmas

A tiny bit of snow

This past week I was so busy racing around trying to get boxes assembled and mailed to relatives that I forgot that half of them were going to be away from their homes over Christmas. So much for trying to think of everything. I blame Pinterest for making me overly ambitious.


It is comforting to know that if I fall asleep on the couch someone will fall asleep next to me and someone else will take our picture.

Miss Ida was so exhausted from watching me race around that she fell asleep in the bath. A candidate for Dead Cats:

cat fatigue

Too tired to lick self

candy cane

These did not make it into the Christmas boxes. Because they are ugly.

The cookies I did really enjoy making were the gingerbread. I used this recipe and the dough was very workable. I’ve never made gingerbread men before but I’ll be making them again fo sho.

Despite the cold outside and ice forming around the doors and windows, we can’t seem to get it cold enough in our room at night for our fat down comforter to be comfortable. It’s too hot to sleep under the comforter and just barely too cold to kick it onto the floor. So Downie (in her holiday red cover) got relegated to the foot of the bed and Quilty made a comeback from the guest room! This lovely quilt was made by my Aunt Kate.


On Christmas Eve we watched It’s A Wonderful Life. Then Josh made cheeseburgers for dinner, a family tradition from his side that I am happy to espouse.


Welcome home, Mr. Bailey.

We went to midnight Mass at a small parish near our apartment, and while Josh seemed nervous beforehand, I did what I could to assure him that he would not be persecuted and he later said that he was glad we went. I was really happy to hear a good choir singing songs I love, but I was somewhat surprised by all the changes made to the Mass. For instance, saying “And also with your spirit” whenever you would have said “And also with you” (!). There were a lot of things like that, and they were printed in the missal so it seems that I am really out of the Catholic loop. It made me a little sad that my Nicene Creed is outdated. But the overall experience was quite positive.

I would like to add that the woman in the pew in front of us was wearing a t-shirt and carrying a fleece-lined hoodie. I was wearing two pairs of sweater leggings under my pants, socks, boots, an undershirt, a shirt, and a cardigan, and I had just removed a heavy wool sweater and a wool coat and gloves and a scarf. The natives are tough people!

Ida wreaked her usual havoc during the night, waking us up several times with her shenanigans and disregard for personal space, and then Josh was waking me up on Christmas morning. At nine o’clock it was a balmy -11 degrees — so you can imagine how cold it was at midnight on Christmas Eve — and when we (Joshua) forced the balcony door open a couple hours later I made a silent pledge to stay indoors forever. Ida’s Christmas presents were being allowed to step out into the snow for a minute and then a can of tuna from the pantry. She seemed very emotional about the tuna, and as soon as she had gorged herself she passed out on the couch for hours.

tuna nap

I had purchased a 7-lb turkey breast for Thanksgiving before Josh decided that we were going to his boss’s house (that’s how it happened!), so I took it out of the freezer on Friday and put it in the fridge. Christmas morning in my gray polka-dotted sweater, orange ballet flats and flowery-stripey apron I helped Josh fill the new crock pot with turkey, apples and onions for our first Christmas dinner together. Josh is, I think, as excited as I am to have a crock pot in the house, and has already been spotted Googling “crock pot chicken wings.”

crock pot turkey

Think it’ll work? It’ll take a miracle.


It worked. :)

It was not the big family Christmas either of us is used to, but we were grateful to be together and we had a lovely day at home. Josh and I both want to wish everyone a very happy new year!


Dead Cats

18 Dec

I keep finding them all over my house.

When she is not sleeping or flying around tearing things up she is eating everything in sight. There is no moderation in anything.

I have been baking, shopping, wrapping, creating secret things, sending my spouse to work without lunch and making him make dinner when he gets home. Here is a tablecloth/tree skirt transformation that is not a secret:


Fold, cut.

pin hem


pin skirt

Pin more, sew.

diy tree skirt


I like it because it was $13 but also because 70″ is much bigger than I can find in stores and the stand is huge. Also it keeps people from drinking the tree water. You know, people who lurk behind trees.

My phone’s forecast for the next few days:

A bit of snow.
A snow shower.
Partly sunny.
Partly sunny.

No sign of seasonal affective disorder yet, thanks to my roommates. <3

Opening Remarks

3 Dec


As my readers are probably aware, I recently got married and moved to a smallish town in the Great Plains.

I now live in my first non-student apartment with this guy:


and this girl:

ida sleeping twisted


and we all get along really well most of the time.

I just want to use this blog to show everyone our faraway life so you’ll know how we’re doing and how fun it would be to visit us. You could play Xbox with Josh or take cat naps with Ida! And that’s just the beginning.

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