Christmas 2011 – A Photo Journal

So. Christmas was here. And in the whirlwind of everything else going on, I kinda over looked it here. So this post is for me. For my “files” for the “things I kinda did right” archive. Because otherwise, like these pictures, the memories will go to the bottom of a pile in some box and be forgotten.

We started off our Christmas Eve making Peanut Butter Pie. I showed you how to make it here if you’re interested.

Now mom and dad brought their new Christmas toys — laptops, to use while they were down. So While we made Peanut Butter Pie, Dad did this:

Then we made Andes Mint Cookies that I found on Pinterest. Holy Moly. These are so much better than the ones that we make with the Andes Mint Chips that take forever.

They were absolutely delicious. I had to force my daddy to eat one because he was busy doing this:

Notice how dark it has gotten outside? 😛

Then it was time to Chill and do your own thing while I laid out everything for dinner the next day. I like to work in advance because I never know how I will feel from one day to the next, so I say while the heart is beating good, might as well get as much pre-done as I can. Meanwhile…

There was TV Watching, Nail Painting, Doll Outfit Sewing and Dog Sleeping

While I did some heavy stressing and some “DO NOT TAKE MY PHOTO” moves

Then we made reindeer food, wrote letters and did some tracking. I do not care how old they get I will always force them to do this no.matter.what.because.mom.said.and if we stop one tradition we stop them all and I KNOW YOU WANT TO EAT FOOD ON CHRISTMAS.

You know where daddy was and at this point, my mom had joined him in a harmonious side-by-side surf of the web, or solitare or whatever.

Anyway at some point we slept and then I got a phone call at 6 in the morning from Grace who was begging me to wake up already. I groggily walked in to Gabby’s room to find them both waiting on me. They never hang out, so this was awesomesauce.

Then it was time to open the heck outta some presents, for two hours of happiness and bliss.

Of course, my two favorite pictures are of the girls unwrapping two of their favorites —
Grace opened something COACH brand and Gabby opened up the Sock Monkey she’s coveted. Of all the hundreds of presents it took a sock monkey to get this face out of her.

Afterwards we played “Find The Pickle” with the pickle ornament. Grace won this year, which is good because Gabby won last year. The prize is always scratch tickets. Whatever, you let your kids gamble too, don’t lie. Law Breaking on Christmas is what this world is about. Ahem.

The guys decided to sneak out for a nice cigar. Disregard our funky unkept patio, it’s freaking winter time.


Then I cooked for nine-million hours and we ate for all of 30 minutes


But as soon as that was all over, can you guess where my Daddy was?

It was an amazing Christmas.

Brain Surgery…

I have to remember that he gave me permission to blog about this in hopes that someone, ANYONE would have experience with this type of surgery and would come forward and help us to make this hollowing decision. I have to remember that this is for his benefit, not his pity. That this is for advice, and information – that this isn’t about me, or about me telling you how bad it effking sucks.

Of all the awesome people in the world, he’s the number one awesome.

And I’m used to being sick.

I’m used to dealing with this shit. He is not. He shouldn’t have to. And this is too much. It’s just too damn much.

Brain surgery.

Arachnoid cyst in the pineal region – 2.1 cm. We’re in consultation with the Skull Base Institute in California, because It’s hard to trust any of the surgeons in OK to touch my sweet bald husband. Surgeons who admit to their lack of skill in this area. The doctor called him today to discuss his case. And sure, this doc has been on Ellen, Doctors, NBC, and a million other shows for his talent.

SO WHAT?

I know this is something we can deal with. I know he will come out the other side of this if we proceed with the removal. IF we proceed with the removal? The pain he’s in makes it impossible not to in so many ways.

They say where his is will be a difficult proceedure, they call it rare and “interesting” and “quite large”.

I just wish they’d shut up. And that it would all go away. And we could go on happily ever after without this “interesting” road bump of a life altering event.

I’m ready to wake up.

But I’ve been waiting to wake up from this nightmare for weeks, and he has for years. WHY WONT IT GO THE HELL AWAY?

So if you have experience with brain surgery, with arachnoid cysts or pineal cysts. Well. We could use it.

And prayers. Oh so many of those.

 

 
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Wordless Wednesday – the last one for 2011!

It’s Wordless Wednesday – which is a good thing because I am too damn tired to string words together here.

Wanna see me in my PJs? Too bad. Here I am.

I go to all that trouble to rename people on my blog as “Gabby” and “Grace” and then I post a picture of us in robes with our names on it. Whatever.

The Bald Lover always gets us matching something with our name on it. This year he got me my very favorite. I’d tell you more about it, but again, Wordless Wednesday. Will I ever learn?

In other news, my daughter is tall when she wears my heels.

If you’re too tired to write, link up your pics here 🙂



No Bake Homemade Peanut Butter Pie

The very best recipes are the ones passed down from generation to generation with individual spins put on them.
This Peanut Butter Pie recipe comes from Bald Lover’s 94 year old grandmother that we call “MiMi”. Mimi is one helluva old fashioned cook, but this pie is as simple as can be. I’ve found variations of it on the web, but none that turn out like this.

Gather your ingredients – you’re going to need:

For one pie:
1 graham cracker pie crust (can easily make your own)
4oz pkg cream cheese
1/2 Cup creamy Peanut Butter
3/4 cup powdered sugar
12oz Whip Cream (we use 1 and 1/3 of the 8oz tubs, never found 12oz tub)
A mixing Bowl, Measuring Cups
A Fork or stirring spoon(mixes better with this, could use a hand mixer but it’s more trouble than helpful)
Strong Muscles. You’re stiring cream cheese and PB 🙂

It’s important that everything goes in order for this to whip up properly.

Start off by mixing the cream cheese and powdered sugar together – it’s going to look a bit funky, don’t despair, it means you’re doing it right.

Just keep mixing it until it turns into little pieces of sugary coated cream cheese.

Now it’s time to add in your peanut butter. This is really to taste. We add in 1 and 1/4 cup and it gives the lightest fluffiest texture coupled with a very subtle peanut butter flavor, we’re peanut butter lovers, and this is perfect.

And here’s where we make it fluffy, dump in the whipped cream and mix, mix, mix until it’s a very light brown ball of whipped cream goodness, like this.

Now dump it in your pie shell. — seriously, that’s it 🙂

Of course, we always garnish ours with something, anything really. We’ve tried chocolate syup which is really good, we have tried crushed up oreos and crushed up peanut butter cups, both taste good but look gross. For this one, I just used a chunk of hershey’s candy bar and a fine grater to garnish the top.

Refrigerate for at least 1 hour before serving.

Then lick the bowl perfectly clean – there’s nothing raw in here, so it’s wrong to leave it in the bowl

Afterwards, don’t clean up anything. Pretend you have something uber important to tend to in your bedroom and leave mom with the mess. Figures.

Enjoy!

My Dearest Santa,

Dearest Santa,

I haven’t been so good this year. I know I promised to be better in 2011, but I lost track somewhere along the way.
I fussed about housework, even though I promised I would be thankful for the opportunity to clean up after those I love.
I grumbled when Gabby wanted me to watch movies with her, even though I swore I’d take in every parenting moment I could.
I griped when Grace borrowed my shoes (and jewelry and purses and hair accessories and…) even when I remembered that that would come to an end in a few short years when she’s an adult.
I was short when my husband asked for a kiss after I had already rolled over. I know it doesn’t take much to roll back over and give him a kiss, but it was the principle that I’d been facing him all freaking evening and when I finally rolled over to sleep THEN he wanted a kiss. I was tired you know, from the house work, and the bitching about all of the other things.
I know.
I’m pretty lucky that someone like him wants to kiss me.

I could have given more at church, I could have volunteered more time, I could definitely have cussed less when in traffic with a bunch of damn idiots. There I go again. You know me, always making promises I can’t keep.
I make mountains out of molehills and I fight to be right, not to solve problems. I get by doing as little as I can and if I do much more than that, I make sure that people take notice.
Somehow I’m loved, but in retrospect, I wasn’t much of a blessing in 2011.

So I don’t want any presents.

But the girls and Bald Lover have been anything but naughty. Oh sure, there’s attitude and stuff, but they all get that from me. So along with their presents, could you help the day go beautifully. Make the Ham edible, help me to bite my tounge, Prevent me from arguing with a teenager until they cry, just for this one day.
Let the “economically friendly”presents brighten their eyes, and let their dad call them and not get into a fight.
Just this one Christmas.
And next year, I promise, I’ll be so super awesome. I really will.
Love,
Momwich

P.S. Don’t eat the cookie on the right, it has been on the floor.
P.S.S : We’re also making you Peanut Butter Pie

 

 

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Wordless Wednesday – Christmas Edition

For starters, when you’ve nothing better to do and you kinda think you’re funny…

 

But seriously, here’s how we do Christmas around Momwichville.


and finally, our half-assed attempt at a Christmas family photo complete with half-smiles, faded lights,  and poor clarity.

Merry Christmas, Y’all!

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Momwich embraces Christmas… maybe.

It’s that time of year again when we all rush around like mad buying this gift and that gift, making an extra trip for “fill ins” and making lists of lists of lists – what did we buy her? What do we need from Target? What will we eat for Christmas dinner? People go in debt and stress out and lose sleep and argue over just the right gift. Gas prices rise and stores get packed, you can’t even get in to a parking space to pick up your prescriptions because everyone is at the pharmacy buying Christmas presents. The PHARMACY for crying out loud! Which by the way,I fantasize about someone going to the drug store to get me some xanax to get through Christmas FOR Christmas, but to date, it’s never happened so why are you people clogging up the Pharmacy with your Christmas “spirit”? People who never go to church come out of no where and take your pew at church, and there is inflatable damn Santa’s in everyone’s yards.

I’ve never been a big fan of the commercialism of Christmas time. As you’ll recall, I’m not a big fan of Halloween either…sensing a pattern?

This year might be a little different.

Having battled sickness for a long time, you’d think that it would slap me into the realization that every Christmas could be the last Christmas that you celebrate, but it hasn’t. I haven’t focused on the important part of Christmas just because I take a handfull of pills to stay alive, I haven’t laughed more or given more just because I might not have the opportunity again due to illness. Being given 5 years to live hasn’t made me wake up and smell the poinsettia. Going through a divorce hasn’t shaken me awake to the fact that nothing in life is guaranteed so hey-momwich-smile-and-have-some-hot-cocoa, mmmmkay? I’m always a large grump this time of year.

No. Nothing has made me slow down and stop hating on the Hallmark Holiday of Christmas until this year.

This year it became painfully obvious that my Christmases with my children are limited.

Not because of illness, heck, anyone can kill over tomorrow, but because they’re getting older.

In two short sweet years, Grace will go off to college and while she might come home for Christmas if the hott-boyfriend-of the-month doesn’t convince her to go to his house, it still won’t be the same.

No more spreading reindeer food in our PJs on Christmas Eve and baking cookies, no more holding everyone in their rooms until the dark early morning hours anticipating Christmas, Christmas, Christmas! No more hiding the pickle ornament on the tree and waiting for the first person to find it and get a prize before the sun rises, no – none of that is guaranteed.

These Christmases are limited.

So this Christmas I’m not worrying about getting more,more,more to keep up with what their friends are getting, I’m not fretting about the last minute crap that seems to come up, and carrying around my bitchy grudge spirit. I’m just embracing the long lines that the fight for parking spaces without absofrickinloutely losing it! I just want to stop and breathe and enjoy this Christmas season, because Christ was born,  because Christ loves me. Because of that, I was free to have children and raise them to believe, and eventually, send them out in the word to celebrate Christmases of their own. Even if I don’t want them to go.

Merry Christmas Momwich readers, leave a link to your Christmas post in the comments and I’ll come by and spread some Christmas cheer.