The Gift of the Unexpected

Today was THE DAY.

It was THE DAY to get those cards in the mail (check).

It was THE DAY to get the ingredients for the gingerbread house (check).

It was THE DAY to make chili and cornbread for dinner (check).

It was THE DAY to taste test the Gingerbread cocktail as mentioned in a previous post (check).

It was also THE DAY for the unexpected.....(check).

I didn't expect that two college kids at home for the holidays equals ten college kids at my house within 12 hours....
But it was so good to see them....

I didn't expect that Carol Anne would make "puppy chow" (rice chex, peanut butter, chocolate chips, powdered sugar) and that she and her friends would drink all the soda from the extra fridge and bring merriment and mischief into the homestead. They all wanted to hug me - goodness what a compliment!

Anyway, just as I was getting back into my "as planned" agenda for THE DAY, Martha arrived home with my pretty-much-adopted-daughter, Kate. They were headed to the Varsity Cheerleading Christmas party and Secret Santa gift exchange. They were so spirited and generally happy that they let me take an actual photo....as you will recall, Martha doesn't allow photos. I didn't expect that!


Purty, huh?

So, after the house was cleared of the extra cast and crew and the chili/cornbread supper was served and kitchen was clean.....whew! I needed to step right into that Gingerbread cocktail!

Gingerbread is intriguing.

Ginger root is so ugly and yet it smells so yummy! I love it in Pioneer Woman's Beef With Snow Peas. And I was anticipating another love relationship with the cocktail....

But there ain't no love.

I didn't expect that.

This drink had so much going for it (in addition to the ever intriguing ginger root)....espresso and Kahlua....chocolate liqueur.... and cinnamon.

It is too sweet. It is too....espresso-y.

It lingered on my kitchen counter, untouched, for an hour or so. I was avoiding it. Michael mistook it for my "usual" - diet coke. What a face he made after the big sip he took! I didn't have my camera ready for that unexpected, hilarious expression! Darn it! But take it from Michael...don't bother with this recipe. Sorry, Giada.

There is more ginger in my future, though. Tomorrow, we begin making the gingerbread house! Last year's was such a hit that we have made it a tradition.


This was our Southern Plantation from 2009.

We will be attempting a Victorian for 2010.

Stay tuned.....

It was THE DAY. It was THE DAY the Lord made....and He always likes to keep things interesting. I think He likes to remind me that I can make all the list and plans I want, but HE is in charge of the actual agenda. I didn't know I would be enjoying puppy chow and abundant hugs and that my toes would curl up from sipping liquid gingerbread!

I hope that today was THE DAY for you, too! And tomorrow as well....Expect the unexpected!

Rejoice and be glad in it!

~J

Pondering Japanese Wedding Boats

The festive tree "orbs" are finished.....they were inexpensive to make, but if I were to sell them in the retail market, I would charge an arm and a leg for them! Just FYI: chicken wire can cause scratches and puncture wounds that kill!

I had to sit on the floor to make them. In fact, I also have to sit on the floor to wrap Christmas gifts. I think I may never stand upright again. When did it get to be so hard to sit on the floor??

Anyway, it was like wrestling a wet cat trying to form the rectangular sheets of chicken wire into round balls. You definitely need a good pair of wire cutters and if you happen to have a basketball laying around - that helps, too (in case you forget exactly how to form a round shape)! Some HELP would have been convenient. Martha was there, on the floor, with me. She quickly realized what a tangled mess the chicken wire job had turned out to be and she declared,
"I have recognized that my skill is in the light-wrapping part".

The "light wrapping part" takes 10 seconds and doesn't involve wire cutters.

We had a goal of 8 lighted tree ornaments. We made 5. My skin and hands can't take the pressure of 3 more.

I am kind of proud of them.


They look so insignificant and transparent and average. But they have made my scraggly, dormant crepe myrtle look like a Japanese wedding ship floating in Tokyo harbor....poetic, eh?

Sigh. I can see them from my kitchen window. It was worth the pain(s).

In theory, I have a husband who might lend a hand with these types of projects. I couldn't possibly begin to explain what an oxymoron it is to use you know who's name in the same sentence with lend a hand.

He is a basketball coach - it is basketball season - the world as we know it has stopped turning - he keeps his clothes here - eats an occasional meal -uses the phone after hours to call in scores and such - doesn't understand the artistic significance of lighted tree orbs that you have to make sitting in the middle of the floor.

Say what? Yeah, I am talking to you! Er, about you! Is there a problem? How 'bout those tree ornaments, honey?

As my gurlfriend, Jenny would say.....Peace like a river....

Now, can someone help me up off the floor?

~J

Asking These Questions of Myself

Here is what I am pondering this cold winter's eve....

1. Can my recently purchased (beautiful) white poinsettia stay alive until after Christmas? Why do I kill poinsettias year after year? Too much care? Too much water? Will the "pretend to ignore it but not really" method work for 2010?



2. Why do I love a church pot-luck dinner? Is it really a proper church pot-luck dinner if there isn't any sweet tea to drink? Can you have too many dishes? Is dessert the best part? The deviled eggs? The pickled okra? The spiral sliced ham? Fried chicken?

Did these people just come for the food?

3. Can anyone deny the fact that Christmas + church choir + 7 year old boys = mischief and stifled laughter? Did the big sister in the audience cause any of the laughter?



4. Don't these church services bless every generation from now until eternity? Will Martha remember being a part of the blessing?



5. Will it be possible to make 5-7 lighted tree "orbs" from chicken wire and miniature lights and hang them in the front yard - all by the time my college kids come home for Christmas?


6. Does Giada's Gingerbread Cocktail look tempting to you? It looks really good and tempting to me...

7. Will the above links work after I publish this post?

8. Would you believe there was an episode of CSI: Pawleys Island filmed at my beach rental this morning?


(This is where the 42" flat screen TV used to be....)

9. Are other people as full of .......ahem, questions as I am?

10. May I please order a gingerbread cocktail? Please? Wait. Make that a double.

Note: Answers to some of the above questions may be answered in this lifetime.

~J

Love Came Down

Now that the cat is out of the bag and the whole world (or at least ALL 11 of my followers) know that I have an artificial tree....let me introduce you to him/her?

Come on in!There are so many meaningful ornaments on our tree that I really don't even consider that the tree isn't "real". It is what we place ON IT that matters. By the way, isn't that a little like our life and the way we live it? Aren't we just a shell of a being until our God-breathed spirit puts the light in our eyes?

So, I adorn my tree with....

The first shoe for each of my children. Even richer, a life-long friend shared the idea with me. Thanks, Alice. You are an adornment on my tree of life!

Then, there are the ornaments from travel destinations (the latest one is a Mickey ornament!). I am flooded with good memories when I come to these jewels...Once, I went to Las Vegas and had a chance meeting with Christopher Radko....I have several souvenirs for the tree from that encounter! Better yet, I remember my sister Kathy and my mom, who traveled with me.

There are also some sterling silver ornaments that I have collected or been given over the years -some for christenings and others for births or marriage. Many have dates on them. All represent a blessing.

I like a little whimsy...but only recently. When I was a "real tree snob", I was also a purist about my ornaments. Now, I like a little of the un-stuffy! Don't we all need a sense of humor to lighten the load?


Gosh! I almost forgot the pottery of my friend, Susan Lumpkin and her annual ornament. A reminder of a friendship and a celebration of all things Lowcountry! I am grateful to live here and for the amazing way God brought us to Pawleys Island, South Carolina!

Every year since forever, the big kids start to moan and groan after only a few minutes of decorating! They claim "there are enough ornaments on the tree already"! But I keep going...


These are just 2 of the many different styles of painted, wooden ornaments that my first mother-in-law collected for her boys when they were children. Handmade. I think of Jim every moment when I place these on my tree each year and of Nan, the young mother who planned for him to enjoy these alot longer than he did. I do, Nan, I enjoy them and dream....

Christmas.

Love. Came down.

Remember. Forgive. Heal. Cherish. Laugh. Celebrate. Adorn.

In spite of. Because of. In hope of.

That is real.

In Jesus name.

~J

Getting "Real"

Sunday morning, just before we rolled out of my hometown after a weekend visit with my mother, I took a leisurely moment to read the local newspaper. I like to do this when I am back home. Usually, it takes about 30 seconds to go cover to cover. Mostly, those 30 seconds revolve around the obituary section....

Anyway, this particular day it took an entire MINUTE to read the Sunday edition because an old friend of mine has a column on Sunday and I like to read it since I know her, blah, blah, blah. Her column is a lot like this blog, but she is getting paid to do it. Sigh.

Her topic really hit a nerve with me....I am still thinking about it....and since confession is good for the soul - here it goes!

Her topic? Artificial Christmas trees.

She is against them.

They are (among many other things) BAD FOR THE ENVIRONMENT. It turns out, they are made from petroleum or something. Apparently, they last not only several Christmas seasons, but several millennium as well.

Sigh.

I suppose you know where this is going???

Yup.

I have an artificial Christmas tree. Paid a pretty penny for it, too.

I wish I could say that it was because of allergies. I wish I could say it was because I won it in a contest or something. I wish I could say that I was forced at gunpoint to order it - or else.

I ordered it because I am a perfectionist. It ruins my Christmas when my bazillion dollar, 10 foot, fraser fir is DEAD before the last advent candle is lit.

Before the artificial tree, I had to sleep with a fire extinguisher in one hand and the "dirt devil" in the other!

We live in South Carolina, for Pete's sake! It was 75 degrees today. We put our trees up before Thanksgiving!! How much can you ask of a freshly cut tree?

I gave my real tree aspirin. I gave it fresh water. Once, I went to the mountains and cut down my tree and brought it home and gave it aspirin and it still died before Christmas....little pieces of its' DNA were all over my floor, under my rug, in my hair, my sheets and ugh, EVERYWHERE!

I used to be a real tree "snob". Real tree snobs...you know who you are.....

I crossed over.

I like my artificial tree and I am really sorry about the environment. I didn't know.

People think it is real.


And it is real, to me....in my heart.

There are some really good arguments against artificial trees. For me, the main one being that my 7 year son has no memories of going to the tree lot and searching for "the one".

He does, however, have memories of me "fluffing" my artificial tree and lighting the pine scented candle and going to bed happy. Happy. Day after holiday day after holiday day.

Just saying.

~J

Blessings!

Whew! The great feast and ensuing activities are over!

I have to confess the one thing about Thanksgiving that intimidates me (besides the turkey) - listing my blessings. At Thanksgiving, EVERYBODY is talking about their blessings. Some people are really articulate and expressive about such things. I just get nervous. Why? I have too many blessings to just start listing them....what if I leave one off? What if I have another of those episodes where I can't remember the names of my children and I forget to mention them? What about nature and home and hearth and all that stuff?? How do you pick only a sampling or shorten the list?

My solution is to be grateful everyday and not just Thanksgiving. I thank God everyday for lots of stuff. I think it is great to have a day devoted to gratitude and family and friends with absolutely NO gift giving and plenty of dessert but Thanksgiving should be everyday. Wait. Thanksgiving should be everyday without the turkey (remember, the turkey is intimidating). I try to have an "attitude of gratitude" no matter the season. It helps me get through bad days. It helps me to stop whining. It helps me to laugh when I want to cry.

So, in light of the above stated facts, please forgive this rather unorthodox if not a little politically incorrect look at my Thanksgiving 2010:

I am grateful for the AWESOME apple pie that I made with homemade, from-scratch crust. (Yes, I am bragging).



I am grateful for this Dyson hand-vac that sucked up all the flour from the floor (and off my clothes) after the pie production. Rob is very thankful, too. Which explains why he is about to kiss this hand-vac.
I am grateful that the turkey was edible again this year. I calculated that I have made the Thanksgiving turkey for the last 15 years or so and every year something different goes wrong with it. The worst year was the year it was still raw when I carved into it.

I am grateful that Rob learned how to make the giblet gravy and I never have to make it again. Ever.
I am grateful that certain relationships are still in tact even after they were stretched a little further than recommended by the manufacturer....
I'm not mentioning any names, of course....

I am grateful for neighbors who drop by for a visit and bring along their precious children - one being a ripe old age of 1 month. I love other people's month old babies, don't you? I got to sleep through the night that night!
Finally, I am thankful for fall leaves and the changing seasons and good health and firefighters and rock and roll and spandex and the military and electricity and my siblings and sea shells and cotton sheets.....see? Once I start it just feels wrong to stop.....hot showers and internet and gardenias and pepper and pasta and cedar trees and New York City and books and roller-coasters, rosemary, hymns, fire-pits, old friends, new friends, bio-freeze.....

One last thing. See, I almost forgot this one. Bad hair, bad breath, my baby.

OK. I really must stop because my artificial, bad for the environment Christmas tree is waiting. Just do me a favor? Keep Thanksgiving going on a daily basis (and don't pressure me to list blessings). No turkey dinner required!


~J

Chicken Soup

I miss my mommy.

She lives way up in North Carolina and I live way down here in South Carolina and we don't get to see each other much.

She came to see me over Labor Day, but that was a long time ago, now.


She will be 80 years old in January. She has been my mommy for almost 50 years. I call her on the phone about 2 or 3 times a week. She lets me whine. She feels sorry for me when I am tired or sick or sick and tired. She "chicken soups" my soul.

Other than my mother, it occurred to me that the other significant "chicken soupers" in my life are:

Noreen the cashier and Bill the bagger at the supermarket. They know I have a big family. They know when company is coming and when the college kids are coming home. They know I am terribly forgetful and that I come back to the supermarket almost daily to pick up something I forgot. They know that I am collecting the little stickers because Martha wants the free Panini press. I know about them too. I know what they did for a living before they retired and left their homes to come live at the beach. I know where they go to church and that one is a widow and the other volunteers at Brookgreen Gardens. If I get lonely, I pretend like I forgot something at the supermarket and I go get my love tank full with Noreen and Bill.

The Post Office Lady. I know that sounds a little harsh, but I don't know her name. But we know each other. She sends the goodies out to the college kids for me. She knows that I send 250 Christmas cards and that ALL stamps should have Jesus on them, in my opinion. She gets migraines and has a little boy who isn't so little anymore. She follows the WHS Competition Cheerleaders because she knows my daughter is on the team. She chases me out to my car when I leave my wallet on the counter.

Susan, the dog groomer. Susan is going through a divorce. She told me last night. She has had enough of being treated badly. She was married 10 years, but they only have poodles, not kids. When her mama died, she left Susan a little money and Susan put a big down payment on her house. It will be paid off in 2 years. Susan would rather rock alone on the front porch of the house she almost owns than rock along with someone who talks mean to her. We hugged. I am praying for Susan.

Sandra, the bank teller. Sandra knows that I forge my children's signatures on the back of babysitting checks, tax refunds, insurance checks and so on.....she isn't telling. She also knows that I am the treasurer of the WHS Cheerleading Booster Club and that I can't add. She lets me make more than 3 transactions in the drive thru window. She has photos of her kids in her window and also photos of her puppies - you want one? Puppies, not the kids.

Bob, the builder. Technically, Bob is at my house to seal off the crawl space. We have moisture problems. But he ends up doing other things....adjusting doors, fixing dimmer switches, moving planters on the deck, hanging bird-feeders, stacking wood. He better hide under my house today or I might have him making green bean casserole and dressing! Bob is a Christian. He tore his rotater cuff, has been married and happily divorced. No kids. He likes music and he sings loudly. I like that about him.

There are countless others that "chicken soup" my soul -the church secretary, the dry-cleaner guy, the florist, the pharmacist (she calls me 'hon'), the pediatrician's secretary, and the store clerk at my favorite local shop, and all the people who read my blog....

Now, these folks don't replace the love of my mother and they can't even compare to the life-long friendships I have forged over the years, but the reality is, they see me more often. If I went too long without showing up, they would worry. That is "chicken soupy" if you ask me. That is why you should smile at these people. Ask them about themselves. Show a little of your sweet vulnerability.

'Cuz your mommy isn't always around and sometimes you need a little chicken soup.

~J