Can The Adults Please Smoke? 36 and Living Well... — Page 194

Mornin'

One more class, on Wednesday, and that's one that was added for review of the course material. Two of the biddies in the department set this up on a day when all classes have been cancelled so students can study for their finals; they decided it was a great day to do this. I'm not happy, and my students are FURIOUS because they've had to rearrange stuff in order to be there on a day they weren't planning to be there. I don't blame them, but I can't really tell them not to come, nor can I explain that whenever these two particular faculty members get together on anything it's always a cluster-cluck.

Other than that, though, I'm done. The workers are here, grouting the new floor in the kitchen. Meanwhile the apartment below us is also abuzz with noise. The contractor is due here any minute; once my meeting with him is over I'm out of here for the day; a little writing/polishing in Starbucks, and then taking myself to see "Saving Mr. Banks," as J2 has made it quite clear he has no interest in seeing it.

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And that ^, my friend, is the true meaning of Christmas.

An artificial tree is much easier, but, I love a real tree.
Christmas Trees are, for me, all about memories. Each ornament, the feel and smell of the tree - they bring back each and every Christmas in such a real way. It's an emotional journey to put up my tree each year.

Happy Monday. My last work Monday of the year. Can't believe I made it!

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NO TREE?!? I'm glad you lost!

My grandmother believed if you didn't put a tree up for Christmas it was bad luck for the whole year. She had a little ceramic tree that lit up. She put that out every year as her Christmas tree. The only Christmas she wouldn't put a tree out was when my grandfather died. You're supposed to mourn that first Christmas. My mother, on the other hand, didn't believe in any of it.

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If we're Facebook friends you've seen my new profile pic, a tribute to the wonderful memories every Christmas ornament holds.

And it's been that kind of morning, with memories just flooding back while watching "Saving Mr. Banks." No review except to say it's a time machine that took me back to my childhood and my own memories of seeing "Mary Poppins," and, of course, my parents. I loved it, although I admit I cried almost continuously for the last third of the film.

And I have a new code name for BritTwit: Mrs. Travers. When you see the film you'll see exactly what working with him was like.

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Morning peeps! Not a fan of the white stuff falling.

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4.5 inches according to nj.com in our area.

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Updated On: 12/17/13 at 08:46 AM

It was a little slippery walking this morning being the light snow is hiding the ice beneath it.

Had to buy a folding table last night being my Christmas dinner increased yesterday by 5. I am now up to 22 peeps.

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I'll be there around 2..... :)

Morning! This being back to work thing stinks. Getting to work wasn't too bad since it is mostly one highway, but fishtailed a bit on the side road to my office. Hopefully this ends before rushhour.

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Tee-hee.

brd, luckily my brother is a volunteer firefighter in his town, so he's signing out some folding chairs for me.

Moony, my Christmas menu consists of:
Penne with vokda sauce
Sweet potato souffle
Asparagus casserole
Turkey
spiral ham

Appetizers and desserts will be provided by various family members.

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Whats another pound of pasta....YOU come on down!

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