tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060936267844661496.post359716372270583196..comments2023-09-27T09:00:07.259-04:00Comments on Life by the Creek: Only 23 More days...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12369322603162326469noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060936267844661496.post-81581283899971566432008-12-06T23:32:00.000-05:002008-12-06T23:32:00.000-05:00It's snowing. La la la la la la! And it looks li...It's snowing. La la la la la la! And it looks like Christmas. <BR/><BR/>But I refuse to really get excited about it until Daniel puts the lights on my tree. The outside tree. The one I bought the really expensive LED Solar-Powered lights for.<BR/><BR/>When that happens, then I will start decorating and baking. But not until. So it all rests on Daniel's shoulders. <BR/><BR/>And my word today is a real word. Conch. Like a Conch shell.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05241205993383739880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060936267844661496.post-2708926224943720062008-12-05T09:40:00.000-05:002008-12-05T09:40:00.000-05:00Riiiight. All the things my DAD ever wanted. :PS...<I>Riiiight.</I> All the things my DAD ever wanted. :P<BR/><BR/>Sarah - we stopped the stupid Christmas exchange. It's basically a waste of money... you get something that you don't really like/want, and have to act happy about it. I'm much happier without it. :D<BR/><BR/>Linda - did you find your wits? ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12369322603162326469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060936267844661496.post-29632735223466248682008-12-04T22:56:00.000-05:002008-12-04T22:56:00.000-05:00Christmas??? Isn't that the day that you give you...Christmas??? Isn't that the day that you give you Dad all the things that he ever wanted?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060936267844661496.post-15970587653396059012008-12-03T10:46:00.000-05:002008-12-03T10:46:00.000-05:00Heck no! I'm a failure. I have to lock myself away...Heck no! I'm a failure. <BR/><BR/>I have to lock myself away in my room for a day and get all my presents together, right after I find my wits. They went somewhere without me...<BR/><BR/>My word is "pimbo". Pimbo. Fun to say. Pimbo pimbo pimbo...official.jester@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04093117424868311354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060936267844661496.post-46743620102455238792008-12-02T18:55:00.000-05:002008-12-02T18:55:00.000-05:00Aaugh! I am SO not ready for Christmas. I still ne...Aaugh! I am SO not ready for Christmas. I still need to get presents, and lights up, and baking planned, and a tree, and.... man. So many things to do.<BR/><BR/>I do have a few little Christmas decorations up, and I bought a cheap gift for the dumb gift exchange that the extended family has at their get-together. I hate stinking gift exchanges. Somehow, someway, I always ALWAYS pick the stupidest gift. Why does that happen to me? Why don't I pick the biggest present with the nicest wrapping? Why do I go for the lonely little ugly present in the corner? WHY, why, WHY????<BR/><BR/>But I digress.<BR/><BR/>I'm going to try to make some yummy Christmas treats that everyone can eat this year. I was thinking some kind of apple dessert until I realized you can't do apples. I'll have a looksie at your listie and figure something out. ;)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13031294858454742239noreply@blogger.com