Thursday, December 22, 2005

To clarify…

This is a mince-pie.

And whilst it is a little fun to allow gullible readers to imagine what might be in them, you can see they’re yummy and contain no meat (anymore, Dave wasn’t kidding (much) with the historic explanation) only fruit and spices these days.

Unfortunately having stuffed myself on mince-pies (what’s a photo-shoot for?! And I had to get the right angle!), I didn’t get around to baking any cookies yesterday, but unpacked several boxes of books instead.

There’s no real way to explain what this means to me, but living four years without my books has been miserable, and so even if Christmas was to stop now, I’d be happy. What joy to have to my books again, at last!

And I cleaned my bathroom. For hours. In fact I’m embarrassed to admit how long I spent scrubbing – not that it desperately needed it, it DIDN’T! But the opportunity was there to scrub and dry each tile to shining (though they don’t actually shine, because they’re matt), so what’s three hours out of my life, in return for a sparkly-good-as-a-TV-advert-bathroom? It made me happy. Sad silly woman. And of course, by tonight you’ll never know I’d been in, but I’ll worry about that tomorrow.

Christmas-wise we’re doing splendidly! All the presents I’m giving are bought, and only about a dozen to wrap. And as I type the BH is in town with the girls finishing off something for me. I don’t think I know what it is, which makes it bloody exciting in my life! And it’d better be good as it seems I may not be getting many after hearing the BH on the phone complaining about delivery times. But again, I’m not worrying, there're days yet.

What it is I’m worrying about, I’m not sure. But there is something. A bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, distracting everything, and sending me on hyper.

I’m not sleeping well, but I’m think that’s because of the worry, not the reason. And last night I don’t feel like I slept at all, like there was a constant chatter going on around me. I woke up before the alarm (beaten it every day this week - and that's just NOT RIGHT!) with S’s feet kicking me in the stomach and the electric bed blanket on. I don’t remember it, but I guess she must have come in complaining of feeling cold.

And I wanted to share this with you:

It’s the picture on the front of one of the BH’s presents. Looks exciting, huh? Well, maybe not. And you’d be right. The present isn’t exciting in the least, but it’s something he wanted and I’m a practical soul. But I liked the picture, thought it was cute and it looks just like the BH when I first met him. Except he wasn’t as chirpy looking, more misunderstood and moody and it was a cigarette behind his ear, not a pencil. And he wouldn’t have worn a shirt like that either, or now for that matter. Geeze, what's the matter with me? I’m talking myself out this post! It does look like him! It does! Like he used to look, anyway. Now the hair is…less, and a different shade. And he favours suits, but he did then, so that shouldn’t count. Ah, and he’s got a beard now, not a grizzly-adams-thing, but short and neat – just like him! Do you think he’ll find that funny? Umm, should I worry? Oh heck I can say what I like as I’ve asked him not to visit till after Christmas as I’m mentioning his pressie! Notice I’m not actually telling you what he’s getting - that’s in case he peeks. Because he might, it’s in his nature. My attitude really used to piss him off when we were first together. Not only do I not make any attempt to peek at presents or beg to open them early, I prefer to wait till Christmas night to receive them too. I like to enjoy the whole day to the full, and anticipation is a huge part of that. And it’s not coming around again for a year – so drag it out!!

Umm, have to stop as my brother’s just called and is popping around for tea. But I might be back later, as I’m too tired to clean and am in the mood to type. Lucky you ;o)


Blogger Me Over Here said...

Lucky me, indeed, I need something to keep me entertained on my last (full) day of work!

I'm crap at not peeking. Once I found where Santa left the gifts pre-wrapping, I would try to sneak a peek at every chance...but I would limit myself, as I love surprises.

I've tried to get my Darling to tell me what he got me for Christmas, but he's like a rock. Good thing--I didn't really want to know!

Mmmm...mince pies....narghhh...

Thursday, December 22, 2005 2:24:00 pm  
Blogger Who is this Dave? said...

I think what's nagging at you, and getting you worried, is that you feel you haven't really got me a big enough present.

Don't worry. A silver mince pie fork is just what I wanted.

Thursday, December 22, 2005 3:49:00 pm  
Blogger dakotablueeyes said...

My grandpa used to eat those and i dunno but the name Mincemeat just kind a throws me off lol.

Friday, December 23, 2005 12:57:00 am  
Blogger Douglas Hoffman said...

What book did you miss the most?

On one of our moves, I lost a box of books. The one I miss most: Robbins' Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Demonology. It was chock full of great stories (depressing, but interesting -- lots of stuff about European and American witch hunts, that sort of thing.)

That mince pie looks wonderful. I've posted a recipe link at my place for rugelach -- you ought to try it ;o)

Friday, December 23, 2005 3:07:00 am  
Blogger Southern Sweetheart said...

Lucky you! Wish I were done with my shopping. I spent 4 hours tonight shopping after working all day. I need to be wrapping what I bought but instead I'm here online. :) I'll get it done.....eventually!

Friday, December 23, 2005 4:44:00 am  
Blogger mm said...

I hate mincemeat. Sorry Jona and Dave. I love shortbread though, and last night K and I made candycane shortbread. Maybe I'll post the recipe on my blog some time. The cookies are most delicious, and I've just had one for breakfast. Actually, I had an orange for breakfast - this was more like dessert.

Merry Christmas, Jona and all of Jona's friends.

Friday, December 23, 2005 11:49:00 am  
Blogger Daisy Mae said...

My Grammie used to make mince meat pies. I loved those things back then. I think it was an aquired taste. I wonder if I would like them now?

I am the same way about books. I am a huge bookaholic. In fact my Christmas wish list had 5 books on it. I think I may have gotten at least one of them judging from the package.

I'm not posting what I bought either as I am afraid G-man and Sonny Boy will go looking on my blog. Nosy buggers!

Friday, December 23, 2005 1:46:00 pm  
Blogger Jona said...

MOH – Sorry, got too bogged down (literally) with baking to get back. Slapped wrist for me!

Dave, is that a quiet suggestion I should be using a fork ;o?

DBE, I’ll admit that if you call them by their full name of mince-meat pies they sound less appealing than just mince-pies ;o)

Doug, I missed all of them! Just having the choice is wonderful! (Not that I have time to look at them right now!) And I’m planning on trying that recipe :o) Sorry to hear about the book loss - bummer!

SS, Don’t worry, there’re days yet!

Mm, I didn’t like it much either in my younger days. And do post the recipe!

Daisy Mae, I shall get some to you if you really fancy trying them (though I’m not sure how the postman would treat the pastry, so maybe a container of mince-meat to make your own?)

Friday, December 23, 2005 6:57:00 pm  

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