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Getting Organized For December.

Finally, I’m getting everything in order for winter holidays. I have a few things that I haven’t decided on yet, but I’m working towards getting a list of pressies together. Mostly right now it is just concepts of how I’m going to craft things together.

The chicks are so much easier to figure out presents for. I think that’s because they can carry most kinds of jewelry off easily, and that’s what a lot of the time efficient crafts are all about. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with the guys, but I’ll probably end up pretty squared away for my baby brother.

My dad and brothers-in-law will be right up there with Husband’s dad for difficult to figure out presents for. Everyone else will be happy to get something that someone put effort into. The problem is trying to find something that is useful, or at least practical.

And then there are the youngest generation in our family. Plushes for them, maybe?

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Winter Hols And The Great Mystery.

I’ve been rattling around in my brain for the last few weeks trying to come up with Christmas presents for everyone this year. I’m uber frustrated, because I really want to make things for people, but most of my skill lies in yarn craft, and really, I live in the South East. Most everyone in my acquaintance lives in the South East. Those who don’t? Asia and California.

Not a whole lot of call for yarn crafting there.

Anyhoo, though I’m quite crafty, if I do say so my self, I’m not exactly what I would call ‘creative’. I can follow instructions well enough, I might even be able to develop off of them, but I don’t immediately understand the applications of everything within those directions. Usually, someone somewhere has a brilliant idea, and I help with the follow through.

This is not something I can do with winter holidays pressies. (I’m pagan, half my friends are agnostic, the other half Christian, most of my family is Christian, then there’s my atheist father and friend, who still insist on presents so they don’t feel left out.)

To add insult to injury, my mother-in-law has officially declared that I am no longer allowed to go to her blog because she needs to tell someone about what she is making me for Christmas, even if I am a dirty, dirty Pagan-Heathen. This bothers me because a. Half the recipes I love of hers can be found on her blog, so I don’t have to search through the family books for them, and b. because though I’m not a frequent reader, any time there is family news, you can count on her to have a funny take on it, which she posts to her blog.

Really, I don’t know which is worse, that I’m not allowed to see her blog, or that she’s so obviously got a leg up on winter crafting. Actually, those are probably on par with one another.

I'm thinking of making this for my MIL. Click on the picture for the project page.


Survival Was Key.

Here we are, the day after the fourth, and we’re all still here.  The day was great, the food was delicious, the fireworks were everywhere, and friends and family played and frolicked with the household and the animals.

We ended up starting the fireworks an hour before dark, and were still lighting them until around ten o’clock (and that’s with three guys constantly setting them off). We were all kinds of careful to begin with. We had a person on standby with a water hose in case something went horribly, horribly wrong. We approached every ignited firework with caution, even if we were convinced that they had been spent.

As the night wore on, the guys became less careful, even though we ended up with a few young ones running around. Luckily, our young’ns were much better behaved than a few down the street who were lighting fountains and holding them in their hands. If you don’t know the difference in fireworks, the following is a fountain:

They are not designed to be held when ignited. They are most definitely supposed to be left on the ground or at the very least a very stable surface. With any firework, you can’t really know that they will fire correctly, and if something goes wrong, it can be really, really, horrible hospital trip bad. No one wants that.

Our little bits (meaning under the age of 16) didn’t attempt to light anything, made requests and understood that we meant it if we had to say ‘no’, and verified anything they were asked to hand to someone who was responsible for lighting. The youngest was only about seven, and was very happy to just sit in the back of the truck surrounded by us older guys while we organized whatever was lit up next.

A few of the neighbors even came out to watch ours and the others going off around the neighborhood. The community show wasn’t too far from us, so we were able to enjoy parts of that show, as well as someone setting off shells privately on the other side of us from the community show. (A shell is the firework that most people think of, the one fired into the air with the really big bang and lots of sparkles.)

All in all, I’d say it was a really pleasant Independence Day, even if I couldn’t find an excuse to sneak in an “America! Fuck yeah!” Yeah, I know, I don’t think I should be allowed to watch movies either…


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