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So, 2013. For an awful lot of reasons, just a not-good year.

But every year has good things, and this is a list of mine:

1. My lovely husband just kept happily surprising me at every turn this year.

2. Got to go to Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer's ninja gig in Sarasota with [ profile] jkason!

3. Had a lovely 40th birthday slumber party with [ profile] doggiesushi, [ profile] jkason, and my boys. John surprised the hell out of me and prompted the sort of swearing I usually reserve for ... well, actually, I don't know what I reserve that level of swearing for, other than my oldest BFF on my front porch after chatting with me like he was going to the damn store in Michigan. (Special thanks to [ profile] sugarcoatedlie for keeping the secret on Facebook.)

4. Team Zweeble trip to Legoland! Got the kid on two rollercoasters, one of them four times!

5. Team Zweeble trip to North Carolina, which was, for me, a lovely respite from a really hard time. My in-laws are good people that I like being around. (Next time, though, secret grandkids-generation illuminati dinner out at the pizza place in Murphy!)

6. The boyo loved Peter Pan--he sat through the entire thing, solemn and enthralled, and at the end of the evening he declared it the best night of his life.

7. "The Drowned Man" in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, y'all!

8. So David proposed to Jason, and Scott and I got to be a part of it. I got in so much trouble, but it was totally worth it.

9. NOBODY WAS SICK FOR THANKSGIVING. And we all went to Mote Marine!

10. I love all of my friends, but Jason (and David) gets some extra love this year for being amazing. JC gets an honorable mention, because we both ended up needing some phone calls this year that, really, neither of us wanted. Thank you all, though, for being here for me and generally being lovely.

There were also a lot of stories, and new friends, good music, and a growing boy who also spent the year surprising me at every turn.

Hope you all have a wonderful New Year, and a 2014 that includes stories and art and love and good friends. And pizza, because I'm about to have some.
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Scott is improving; Mom is death warmed over. Not sure what's going on tomorrow, yet, but I have plans and contingency plans because that's how I roll, y'all.

Today was actually nice. Also kind of not--I kept getting overwhelmed now and then by this feeling of total isolation. Which makes sense--in a country of 300 million people, I'm sure we weren't the only ones not doing the giant feast thing, but you wouldn't know it. Z. didn't seem to notice or care, so that's good. I just, every so often, thought damn, it would suck to be a single parent without family.

Anyway. The day was really, really quiet. Which was wonderful--look, I don't want my husband to be sick, and it sucks, but one thing I've learned this year is that when you're not happy with a situation there is still nothing wrong with finding and enjoying whatever you can out of it. (I'm not super-keen on my work schedule, but I am allowed to enjoy the writing time it gives me.) Usually on days when we're all in the house, there's stuff from Scott's computer, or he and Mom discussing his homework, or lots of chaos in the kitchen, along with the TV or the computer games Z's playing, and it's noisy.

Today was not noisy.

My son also listened to reason. A lot. I explained that I was going to take him to the park today, but that we should wait until the afternoon so there would actually be kids there since it was Thanksgiving. He was cool with it. He was great about going to CVS for cleaning supplies. He was great about helping me Lysol everything in sight (though I figured that would happen). He played in his room while I cleaned it and did not hinder my progress. We painted pictures, made Scott a get well card, watched TV.

When we went to the park, he was bummed because there weren't any kids there his age who wanted to play, but after some moping about it, he took me up on my offer to play. He pretended to be an alien from Jupiter and crashed his spaceship, and then we went around the playground looking for the parts he needed to fix it. Then he was a baby velociraptor who had traveled through time to hatch at the park, and his egg was a time machine. So we traveled through time to find his siblings. (Let me tell you, I am extremely happy we have reached this stage of play. I can play pretend like a mofo.)

After the park we got meat and juice and came home. We had dinner, played "Who? What? Where?"--which is basically charades for kindergarteners. My favorite of his was he had to be a dog, bowling, in an igloo. He walked around pretending to shiver and sort of half-assed bowling a ball, and when I said, "How do I know you're a dog?" he threw out this tiny, frozen, "Arf?" His favorite of mine was the Queen doing karate in a swamp. So I hiked up my "skirts," kicked stuff, did the Queen wave, and smacked my neck like a mosquito had bitten me.

When I went to clean the kitchen up after we ate, he drew me pictures--also in the kitchen. One of them was a fairly respectable crab.*

We watched some TV for couch time, and he was falling asleep on me as we read books for bedtime. He was out like a light ten minutes after he was in bed.

I had forgotten the shape of our days, back before he was in school and I was working every weekday. And this wasn't exactly the same (I would have killed for naptime around 3:30 or so), but it was nice.

*Dudes, his handwriting and drawing skills have gone through the roof since he started kindergarten. Apparently he's still not quite up to snuff with the literal writing yet--his teacher told us that it's fine and not hurting him academically, but he just needs some more practice--but as I told her, I'm really pleased at how much he's improved in a few months. I'm cool with her sending him the extra work home and practicing with him, absolutely, but damn. In addition to this, he came home with an "abstract" crayon drawing of a himself that he did in art class--the teacher was teaching them about abstract art generally, and Paul Klee specifically. Paul freaking Klee. Whose name, the Zweeble informed me, is pronounced "Clay." So I of course went and checked ... and it is. I've never been so tickled to have my pronunciation corrected in my life.
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I am unimpressed with you, you bastard. How dare you let my husband get sick? You're his favorite holiday! If you were a person, I would punch your face.

Seriously, I'm super-mad at the world this year. Z. and I are just barely getting over our crud--Z has the eye and ear infection along with a cold--and we've already pushed Thanksgiving dinner back a day because my mom has a massive sinus infection ... now Scott has come down with a fever and was vomiting last night.

I don't want Scott to be sick. He loves Thanksgiving. He loves to cook, and frankly, I don't think we want him cooking if he's been puking.

I also don't want myself or the boy to get sick again.

My last, wistful thought ... I really could have used an actual break.

So I slept on the couch last night, and this morning I was joined by the Zweeble, who got snuggled up with me and chattered for a little while about how we've done this before when Dad's been sick, and how we tried to do naptime like this once, but it didn't work very well (I can't believe he remembers that). Then we put Sophia the First on the TV and he watched that while I dozed. It was a nice, quiet way to start what will likely be a rough day.
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Well, overall 2011 did not live up to its predecessor. But, thinking it over, it wasn't bad so much as schizophrenic. So let's focus, on this last night of the year, on 11 good things about 2011:

1. "Items" at Strange Horizons!

2. My best friend for 28 years, the lovely [ profile] doggiesushi, married his always-fabulous [ profile] sugarcoatedlie, and I got to be there.

2a. I got to finally meet [ profile] jenifoto and [ profile] takarosa in person, and met [ profile] jehzuhbell and [ profile] belladonna_, along with a ton of other people I've been hearing and reading about for years, all of whom were hilarious, nice, and generally awesome to be around.

2b. [ profile] gnadige and I stormed Detroit! In a Chevy Aveo! Armed only with Coke and Rock Star! BECAUSE WE ARE AWESOME LIKE THAT!

3. My friends rock. Scary things were a lot less scary thanks to [ profile] jkason and David. And my friend K taught me a great lesson: denial is not always a bad thing, as long as you choose it and set an end date.

4. Amanda Palmer's music.

5. Books! Holy cats, there were a lot of good books to read this year! And [ profile] dracoangelica, Girl of Fire and Thorns was freaking awesome*, so thank you for the rec!

6. Good TV. Sherlock. Doctor Who was a touch uneven, but a bad episode of Doctor Who still usually has some good moments. Even some of the shows I didn't get as into (Whitechapel) were interesting.

7. My husband and my son have gotten to spend a lot of time together, and it shows (sometimes in sheer annoyance with each other, but mostly in their "guy" bond).

8. My kiddo is always a highlight of my year. Today he took the teeth portion of his play-doh dentist set, put it in his mouth so he had this odd, jack-o-lantern mouth, and calmly walked into the kitchen, where he stood and stared at us, deadpan, until we noticed. And cracked up.

9. 2011 marked twenty years of the Scott and Laura Saga. A lot of things made me feel old this year, but that ... does not. :)

10. But speaking of old--I threw a surprise birthday party for my husband's 40th last January, and aside from a couple of glitches, I pulled it off! I'd almost forgotten about that. :)

11. This was the year of unexpected stories. I kept finding short stories to write--right up until Thursday night, actually. They were welcome surprises.

So while I am not sad to see 2011 go, it did have its high points. I suppose all years do. But for 2012, I wish for us all some unexpected, but very welcome, stories; the chance to see old friends and meet new ones; good music, books, and TV; funny stories about small kids and/or pets; the pulling off of something cool; and the continuation of something wonderful and true.

*#1 in a series, but it had an actual ending, which was really nice.
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Waiting for the boyo to fall asleep so we can fill the living room with presents. (We have a small house with a pretty open floor plan, and his room looks right out onto the living room and Christmas tree.)

It was a nice Christmas Eve, with Mom and Grandma, and then Jason and David coming down to hang and have dinner. I have seen way too many Rankin Bass Xmas specials today, though. Although I awoke to my son and husband watching Doctor Who ("It's the Doctor you like, Mom!" Z called to me as I got up), so that was pretty sweet.

My house is stuffed with cookies, lunch meat, homemade bread, and pecan bars. It rained, so our annual "Welcome Santa" chalk signs washed away. Z's "magic key," which he made in pre-K, is hanging on the door so Santa can get inside without, I dunno, kicking the door down or whatever. The cookies and milk are on the table, along with a note--okay, apparently when Santa visited the pre-K, he said that Mrs. Claus told him he was getting a little fat, so the kids should only put out one cookie and half a glass of milk. We put out two cookies, but one is for Mrs. Claus.

And that is Christmas Eve in the Little Pink House. I hope you are having a nice Christmas Eve, or a happy other holiday, or just an especially nice night.
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Since Scott started school again, time alone is at a premium. The plus side of that is that he and I have a bit more adult-time together, so it's okay, but the past couple of nights I've been super-tired because of the kiddo's restless nights and have gone to bed early--and let me tell you, though the right thing to do, that was taking its toll on my psyche.

So here I am. Z is asleep and not coughing, Scott is in bed, and I am writing this by the light of the Christmas tree. The LED light of the Christmas tree, I might add.

Today we went to a kid-oriented Christmas party. Z felt a bit shy, but did see Santa, so that was cool. Then he got overheated and between that and the allergies, we had to leave early, poor kid. Once we got him cooled off (I've had the house at sub-Arctic today) he was fine. Scott and I spent the day paranoid that we're getting sick, though, which is always awesome.

During nap time I worked on a story, but spent a lot of it trying to find out of there were such things as news-stands in the 1800s. Ugh. Still not happy with that scene, either. Really, I thought I'd found my way into this story, but I don't think I have.

Tomorrow is the library and then the park--Medium Adventure Friday. Also Keeping-the-House-Clean Friday. Followed by gift-finishing and wrapping, and possibly baking bread.
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Today I got my mother's and grandmother's gifts finished--yay!--did a lot of laundry, paid bills, and started a story. It's not much of a start, but it's something.

Glee's Xmas special was entirely schizophrenic ... I have no idea exactly what I think of it. Loved Jane Lynch, as always. Perhaps my favorite thing about her scene with Artie, Kurt, and Blaine was Blaine's reactions--first "wtf?" and then, after being called "young Burt Reynolds," wtf morphing to flattered. Cracked me up.

The PBS Christmas special was awesome, and made me wish [ profile] doggiesushi was here to watch it with me. They had that goofy celebrity Christmas special tone down. It made me a little nostalgic--John and I were such weird kids, and we'd have known how to do that tone, too.

Actually, I realized the other day--watching Santana hugging Finn made me realize it--what it is that keeps drawing me back to this show. I did theater in high school, and Glee reminds me of it. Being in each other's business, being friends and also competing with each other, sometimes hating each other until one awesome performance together made everything okay again, and the wide variety of outsiders we all were. In addition to the other stuff the show does right, it really understands that dynamic.

No, I am not sitting around figuring out who among my high school friends was Puck. Or Rachel.

Okay, fine, I could, but I'm not going there.

I have started reading Seanean Maguire's October Daye books, and the first one was pretty good. I'm working on The Kingdom of Gods by N. K. Jemsin, which is really good. The first two books in the trilogy were really good, too.

I'm trying out Spotify, but I'm not sure what I'm doing with it. Or what I'm supposed to do with it. But I have more hope for this than I do for I also adopted the Facebook Timeline thingie, and it actually looks cool.

Hopefully tomorrow I can get some decent writing done. We shall see. I have to pack for the parents' house, too.
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So this was a nice Thanksgiving, overall. We went to my parents' for it, and it was just the six of us (us, my folks, and my grandmother).

This year was not the usual production that Scott usually gets into. I'm not quite sure why that is. I will say ... my mother is extremely traditional when it comes to Thanksgiving. Turkey, plain stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, homemade bread--that's the meal.* Brining the turkey was a huge deal, though it's now part of the tradition; I have only recently managed to talk her into having some sort of dessert other than pie, since I have never liked pie. Luckily, Z doesn't like pie, either, so that helped my argument. :)

The thing is, she's not averse to adding new things to the menu; she just wants to have her traditional Thanksgiving. Traditions are important to my mom.** So as long as she can have her stuffing, we can make another kind, too. Or add a mushroom pie. That said, she does get stressed (hm, could this be where I get it from?) and she worries that we might be doing too much, and so you're never sure she's on board with the new stuff until she's eating her second helping of whatever new thing you've made.

I have finally gotten to the point where I just channel my father (hilariously, since my father is not a cook), get my ingredients together, and barge into the kitchen to make the thing. This is usually Scott's way, too, but this year he wasn't in that mindset. Somehow he had it in his head that funky wasn't allowed. Me, I'm blaming the research paper that's been kicking his ass for three weeks, now. In the end, though, I got the stuff for the kick-ass stuffing and for pecan bars, and we brined the turkey, cooked like mad, and had a really good time in the kitchen.

Grandma offered to help me out, so I had her on pecan-chopping duty with Z. The pecans were super-fine, which Scott said was better than the coarse chop the recipe calls for. They were chewier this year than last year, I thought. I still don't quite have the pseudo-shortbread crust down, though.

I will say, a highlight was when Z. was using the hand mixer on the crust ingredients, and wound up with dots of flour all over his face.

Jason came over on Friday and stayed until Saturday--we'd seen him last weekend, so there wasn't a lot of major conversation, but Z was thrilled to have him there. I think Z loves being a guy and hanging out with the guys, playing video games and his version of Magic (Jason and Scott and Z basically playing War with Magic cards, and figuring out which creature kills what and who's left standing--it's hilarious).

Saturday I was determined to get us out of the damn house, so we went to the park and then went for pizza. After Jason left, Z and I dug a hole in the yard, then played video games until bedtime. Scott fell asleep around 9:30, so I had the night and the TV to myself--I watched the Neil Gaiman Simpsons (freaking hilarious) and then played Lego Harry Potter.

Today was "force the Zweeble to do chores" day (hell, it was "force Laura to do chores" day), so it wasn't exactly restful, but the house is clean-ish and the laundry is out away (not in the right places, but put away).

And now I start in on two weeks of deadlines and craziness. That I think will be okay, though hectic. But first, more Lego Harry Potter.

*She and my dad also like the weird canned cranberry sauce, but I've been teasing them about that for years. When we did the big Thanksgiving, when I was a kid and we had way more relatives and orphans to feed, we also had about three kinds of pies and squash, but that's sort of fallen by the wayside.

**If it were up to me, we'd have pizza and some sort of massively awesome dessert for Thanksgiving. That, however, would cause both my mother and my husband to riot.
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I am thankful for ...

My sweet babboos, the Zweeble and the Lovely Husband, who crack me up and aggressively snuggle me, sometimes at the same time.

My parents and my grandmother, who have helped us through this crazy-ass year with unflinching support and good humor.

My local friends, who have also helped us through this crazy-ass year with pizza and movies and lots of snark.

My not-local friends, who text and post here and on Facebook and add to the support and the snark. I got to see a lot of them this year, which is one of the shining good things of 2011.

The Zweeb's school, where the teachers helped him cope with change by giving him consistency and digging how awesome he is.

New friends, and silliness, and unexpected stories. Kind words, encouragement, and some really good hair days. Good things in my day job and good things in my writing. A really neat spider necklace, and a cool cloche hat.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.
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Sitting on the couch, surrounded by books, magazines, and my laptop. I am improving, I suppose, but I'm tired of feeling run down and gloppy.

Had a really weird dream about trying to call 911 in an emergency, except my phone wouldn't get out of Google Maps.

Yesterday we took the kid to the Halloween festival on Boca (side question: "Carnival" is un-PC? Anyone know this?), where he played kiddie games and got lots of candy. This year he actually won some of the games, so he got more than just "nice try!" candy. We lost at the cake walk, for the first time in two years, but since my grandmother made apple cider doughnuts, I really did not care at all.

(I am seriously craving soup.)

The best part of the afternoon was ... Z. decided to play a game where you drop a rubber spider on a mat and stomp it (clearly meant for the really little kids, but whatever). I scoot around to the back of the game area to get a photo. Z's looking at the game, consideringly. The man in charge of the game explains the rules to Z. Z is still considering. The man describes again. Z. holds up a hand and says, "Hang on--are these fake?" with a little slicing hand motion down to the spiders.

(Imagine a total hipster businessman looking over the selection at the local butcher's, with the butcher explaining the cuts, and then interrupting to ask, all business, "Are these organic?" Now recast it so the businessman is dressed like a superpowered hamster and the cuts of meat are rubber spiders. Now you've got it.)

The boy decided to sleep at Grammie's, so I got to sleep all night--which I needed. They sent doughnuts home, so I had a doughnut for breakfast. And my husband just gave me the remote, and I put it on Top Gear. Can you believe that? Clearly, I need to check the DVR.
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All right, Christmas decorations are down. The rest of the day:

1. Put living room back together

2. Install and fill pet net

3. Put Z. room back together

4. Clean kitchen up

5. Work prep for tomorrow

6. Laundry throughout the day

But first, a soda and a round of Echo Bazaar.
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Well, Happy New Year.

Am I awake because of some raucous New Year's partying? Nope, just insominia, which has been an issue for me this week. So instead of lying in bed while my brain spins, I am puttering on the web and noticing how much I need to clean my office.

I was very apprehensive about 2010, because 2009 was, overall, one of the worst years ever. (Years with 9s, man--1989, 1999, and 2009. All hard ones.) But 2010 turned out really well--we got to do all the travel we wanted to do, and we got the Zweeble's adenoids fixed. The surgery and aftermath was really nasty, but it was so worth it; he is in much better shape right now than he was this time last year. Preschool was begun, and I think that's been good for him. I sold a story that I didn't even expect to write. We got to see Erin, which was another unexpected thing. Really, looking at it, 2010 was the year of Seriously Planned Fun and Unexpected Good Things.

I could have done with less money stress, and Scott's work could have been better; less stupid in general would have been nice. But really, I'm sure even Bill and Melinda Gates have money stress of some kind ("Dear god, which charitable organization should we donate to?!"), and Scott's work could always be better, and as Frank Zappa told us, stupidity is a basic building block of the universe, like hydrogen. Having those as my big problems from 2010 is not so bad.

I feel my usual trepidation about 2011. Look, I am not a chipper, optimistic person by nature. New years and birthdays, to me, mean looking at the crap I haven't managed to accomplish yet and facing a giant, yawning mass of Dark Unknown. What fetid horrors await me in the next twelve months? Will I survive with my sanity intact? Hell, will I make it through this year with all of my body parts intact (with me, you really never know, and that's not a joke. Well, it is, but it's a joke with a serious ring of truth to it)?


It's not a year that ends with a 9. And I've survived all those years that end with 9s. And this year has taught me that not all unexpected things are bad. Even 2009 had its good unexpected moments.

Still, it would be unfair to expect 2011 to outdo 2010. It might even be unfair to expect it to match up to 2010. So, 2011, I am going to give you the same set of expectations as 2010: just don't be 2009, and we will be good. If it takes you a month or so to get into a groove, that's okay--just get into it.

Happy New Year, y'all. May your 2011 have some peace in it, some good chaos, love, friends, and something unexpected and delightful.
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So we had a really nice Christmas, overall.

Christmas Eve, Scott kept the Zweeble busy outside most of the day while I baked chocolate chip cookies (Santa's favorite, Z. told me), sprinkle muffins for breakfast, lemon ginger muffins for my grandmother (Splenda makes them bake faster and get less browned, I found out--I'd been wondering what was up with those things), pecan bars, and raspberry cheesecake bars. I started around 9am and finished around 7pm.

During one of the baking hiatuses, I played outside with the boy. We chalked messages to Santa and Rudolph on the driveway:

Hi, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Santa!

Welcome, Santa, to Casa Zweeble! Ho Ho Ho!

Dear Santa, we have cookies!

Then, on our way around to the back yeard, we realized Santa might come in the back door, so we left another message on our back concrete pad.

Mom and Grandma arrived and took the boy to see a friend, giving Scott and me time to play Epic Mickey and hang out a little. Mom and Scott had a couple of glasses of wine, which made our game of Mario Party 8 a laugh riot.

We left out cookies and strawberry milk for Santa.

The kid went to sleep pretty fast, which surprised me. And he slept until 6:30, at which point my father had arrived and Mom and Grandma were up, but the parents were still asleep.

I was awakened, after a quick trip by Z. to check that the cookies were gone, by a joyous, "GUYS! SANTA WAS HERE! AND HE LEFT ME MY VERY OWN DRUM KIT!"

He played the drums for a good half an hour before he even thought about opening anything. He did the counting down Scott had taught him, yelled, "Good night tri-state area!" and "My name is Zweeble and I am here to rock your pants off!" and rocked the house.

From there, he started opening gifts. He got a ton of loot. And periodically he'd stop opening and play with something for a while, which came in handy for bathroom breaks and caffeination.

Later on we had company over, which was fine but also a little exhausting. I realized in the afternoon that I have always hated the afternoon of Christmas day--you know, that time when all the gifts are open but nothing is put away, and the late night before is finally catching up to you, so it looks like all the wrapping paper is going to coalesce into a giant creature that will make even more of a mess and then not even bother to eat you so you can get out of cleaning it. That time.

But in the end, we got the boy outside and I dumped a bunch of his old toys into a plastic bin and got a bunch of his new stuff put away. This weekend he'll be with my parents, so I will do even more of that and, I hope, create some order out of all this chaos.

Toward the end of the day, Scott napped and Z. and I retired to his room, where I put together his R/C Toy Story 3 train set, and while I ate pizza and watched, Z. ran the train and periodically made the bridge blow up. Poor Woody and Buzz. :)

When we got Z. to bed, he was asleep within ten minutes. And I got to watch the Doctor Who Christmas special with my husband and the sonic screwdriver he got me for Christmas. I also have a DVD of Dr. Horrible, and the Phineas and Ferb DS game, the latter from David. And prep cups. Oh, and we both have a set of new Tupperware, thank you Santa, we needed it.

My darling husband did not get the Grandy's gift card I'd been threatening him with (that he claims he really wanted); no, he got the second Good Eats cookbook. Which we discovered, last night, has a DVD with it.

And there were a bunch of toys that Z didn't even have time to open up and have assembled, so yesterday and today we've been putting one or two together. Today we did the Jurassic Copter set, which can be taken apart and made into a number of different vehicles to catch a dinosaur with--it took three or four tries before Z. had a truck he liked, god help me, but he's been playing with that all day.

Our only disappointment was the Creepy Crawler bug-making kit he wanted, which turned out to be craptastic. It won't stay on long enough to melt the goo, the goo smells flat-out toxic, and in the end, Z. and I agreed to keep the grinder and the smasher to use with Play-Doh and ditch the rest of it.

Still, overall a nice Christmas. Now if I could get rid of the allergy cough, we'd be set. But really, what's New Year's around here without some sort of sinus issue?
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All right. I have made sprinkle muffins for breakfast; had a discussion with my child about your inner goodness not meaning much if your outer self is a screaming mass of naughty for two days straight; found out that Scott's laptop's iTunes is in need of some Prozac or something, because holy cats, the Cure, Nine Inch Nails, and early morose REM all in the space of ten minutes? Really?; and am now working on chocolate chip cookies because those are Santa's favorites.

(runs off to pull out pan #1)

Wow, those are some crispy cookies. Clearly 10 minutes was too long. Luckily, I like crispy chocolate chip cookies. Pan #2 is in for 8, and I'll probably peek at them at 5.

Next up we'll have lemon ginger muffins, and later caramel pecan bars and raspberry cheesecake bars! Updates as they happen! Or until I fall over.

Oh my god.

Dec. 22nd, 2010 01:41 pm
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So we have these mostly-on-the-internet* friends, who are cool and think the Z. is teh awesome.

They're buying him the cow pillow** and sending it via Amazon Prime to get here tomorrow.

How the hell am I supposed to be all Scrooge-y now, Spirits?!?!?!

Ho ho ho!

*we've met them once in real life.

**which we've all been hunting for the past two days.
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But it's that time of the year--I am busy and stressed out and would probably only be posting "Did some work, got more work, bought some Xmas presents, actually managed to do the laundry, what is this 'sleep' thing people talk about."

So, yeah, that.

But not dead. Yet.
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I have not had many solo Thanksgivings ...

The first one was my sophomore year of college. I was going to spend the spring semester in England, and then the summer in Florida, so Scott and I decided to skip the family Thanksgiving (I wasn't going to go home, but otherwise we'd have gone to his family's) and have Turkey Day at his apartment. Of course, that meant his roommate was also having Thanksgiving dinner with us, but whatever.

That was the year Scott didn't get the bag of giblets out of the turkey, so when Curtis sliced the bird, this white plastic bag was revealed, containing perfectly steamed ... well, things. Which Scott wanted to eat, but we wouldn't allow. He's still bitter. ("Yes, I am," he says.)

That was also the year where I made hockey-puck buscuits. Note to self: buscuits don't rise that much. Roll the dough out thick.

There were at least two solo Thanksgivings in Louisiana.* The first one was the time we cooked a regular, meant-for-ten-or-fifteen-people turkey for the two of us because, well, we didn't know any better. A 19-pound turkey is what you buy, right? So we did.

We threw the last of the leftovers away the following March. (It was grad school. He worked overnights. We were lazy. And poor.)

I also remember going to the video store that night, and being suprised that it was open.

And the other Thanksgiving, Scott cooked a duck. Because, 1. We didn't care about tradition, and 2. It was a hell of a lot smaller than a turkey. I recall it tasting fine but being really greasy.

This year we added the boy, and had Scott's new assistant and her little boy, but we did the meal ourselves (though my mom did a good chunk of the prep work and sent her portion of the supplies to us) and it was nice, overall. I missed my family, both blood-and-not related. I was sad that [ profile] doggiesushi wasn't here to try Scott's mushroom pie, because he's the person who'd probably enjoy it. But I liked the quiet of the house before the meal, and I liked watching Scott work his kitchen mojo without anyone else there to hinder or help.

I love watching Scott cook. It's his thing. Food equals love. If Scott is willing to cook for you, if he offers and makes you something you like, if he piles on the pancakes when you come over, well, you're someone he cares about. I found a stuffing recipe I thought sounded good, and probably the nicest moment for me was when he made it and said it was also the sort of stuffing he'd wanted to try making for a long time. And as much as I adore my grandmother and my mother, when all three of them are bustling around the kitchen, I don't get much chance to just go in and watch Scott cooking.

So cooking=love for Scott, and today cleaning the kitchen=love for me, because I wanted him to have a clean, cleared space to work in, so every so often I went in and cleaned up, washed dishes, tossed peels and stuff. The man can cook in a three-inch block of counter space with one burner on the stove, but come on. The stove was on from 5:30am until about 2:00pm, and the dishwasher had gone through three loads today. :)

The highlight this year was both of us working in the kitchen together last night, just talking and having a meandering conversation. And then the pie crust dough--watching Scott roll it out and then attempting to peel it up ... and it came up in gooey clumps. Baking is not his thing. On the other hand, I made pecan caramel bars with a pseudo-shortbread crust, and that worked out quite well. It's not perfect--I don't have the shortbread crust figured out yet--but it's good. I always find it a thrill when I make something for the first time and it comes together, and you can tell it's going to work.

So, yeah, that was Thanksgiving this year. Oh, well, and the two boys running around the house, one 3 and one nearly 2, and ... well, it was fine, but whenever I have more than one kid in my house at a time, my conviction that one child is more than enough for me is re-cemented. Whew.

*We spent one of those Thanksgivings in Ohio; the last time we were up we found a bunch of pictures from that trip and the ones from when we were in college, and in every bunch there was a shot of me with a notebook, library book, or textbook, sitting and doing work. And it hasn't changed.
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Have a happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

I got to have fun tonight baking with my husband in the kitchen (he just does not have luck with dough--it always tries to engulf him like alien sludge), and before that I got to have a good conversation with my kiddo at bedtime. On Friday one of my best friends and his partner are coming down to hang out, and while my mother is sick, I have a plan to send her all the leftovers she likes.

So that is what I am thankful for this year: Scott, the Zweeble, my friends, and contingency plans (zombie or otherwise).

Oh, and pecan caramel bars that actually look like they might be edible.
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Aaaaand ... Mom has the flu.

(I like how Brits say, "Mom has flu" without "the." Just an aside.)

So for the first time since 1998 or so (hang on, just heard the husband on the radio in the therapist's waiting room, have to note it), Scott and I will be solely responsible for our Thanksgiving. I am trying to get sort of psyched by this idea, but as we all know, I hate the holidays.

Someone in this family is always sick on Thanksgiving. That's the Price family tradition. We were thinking of doing next year at Disney, but I feel this might need to be reconsidered.
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1. Grandma is spending T'day with another branch of the family.

2. My mom is sick.

3. Scott's new assistant and her 1 year old are coming over tomorrow.

4. David and Jason arrive Friday.

5. Z. requested "sprinkle muffins," so I made a blueberry muffin recipe with sprinkles instead of blueberries. Had a horrifying thought and am now trying to convince myself that he's too smart to confuse "muffins" for "cupcakes."


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