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It’s the year that tradititions will have to go a new way. I guess it’s called life. I just have to shake this melancholy that I have inside me. However, I am really happy to be home with my parents! And Jamie is here too.
I miss my grandma. This is a picture from 2007 with her and my cousins.
Sorry it’s so fuzzy… I’ve been away for blogging so long, I’ve totally forgotten how to reformat and make it all look nice. Let’s make it a resolution, y’all!
First of all, if you haven’t already figured it out, I’m Norwegian, so (duh) my traditions vary enormously from what you Americans call Christmas. No offense. I love me some fat jolly Santa just as the next person. OK, here it goes. We open our presents on Christmas Eve! That’s right! We’re all dressed in our gayest gear and eat dinner precisely at 5 pm, because that’s when the church bells declare it is at last the holy hour of Christmas.
But before then it’s a tradition to sit in your PJs eating candy watching:
OMG. This is the ULTIMATE Christmas flick, just ask any girl born in the 80’s or later. It’s a Czech movie originally titled ” Tri orísky pro Popelku“, which is dubbed in Norwegian by an old man so all the kids can understand it. It’s basically a “modern” (how modern is 1973, anyways?) take on Cinderella, where the protagonist finds three nuts, which each will fulfill her wishes. Needless to say, it has a happy ending where her prince whisks her away on a horse. Awwwww.
And so, after too much candy and TV, we clean up and don our festive clothes. No jeans or crocs allowed, shame on you.
In my family, this is what we eat:
When we enter the house and face this smell, we all shed a tear, because it is, after all, Christmas once again. Yumm!
After about three hours of eating, drinking, discussing, shouting, taking pictures and making sure the cats don’t tear down the trees, the “grown-ups” do the dishes while the children impatiently wait for the big event – to open the presents! After we serve coffee and cake (and some brandy, cough, cough) we open the gifts, one by one, to endless “aaaws” and “oohs”. This usually lasts way into the a.m, but it’s so worth it and I love it. I wish I could be home this Christmas because I have been away for too many, but next year, my dear family, I will be there. With bells on!
Hey, they don’t call it a blog for nothing, right? So to indulge my followers ( I seriously adore you all), I will bring you this incredibly interesting play-by-play of what I did today. Why not? If anything, it will give myself something to look at when I am 80 and when I refuse to do anything that includes knitting and such. Oh, and for that blog challenge that I started earlier… it was so boring. But I might pick it up again after a few beers/wines/bum juices. Anyways, here is what I did today: * Did laundry at St. Vinnie’s. We’re not supposed to wash pet blankets there, but what the hell? Animals are family members too, and I’d be damned if they have to sleep on slimy, puke-infused fabric. Oh hell to the N-O. * Purchased another few gifts. Dear friends, you will probably get some vintage items this year, but who doesn’t love that??? They are pretty awesome, I kid you not. * Cleaned around the house, took a nap, had an afternoon beer and tried to take “instagram like” photos with my crappy phone when we got a visitor. Yay! I love visitors, because we live out in the woods and the people here are those who are paranoid about their 2nd amendment rights while keeping their phone handy in case they see someone resembling the fedora and coat wearing dude displayed on the Neighborhood Watch sign. Unless you wear camouflage here, you’re a “suspicious person” up to no good. * Took another nap, then wrapped some presents. Had hubby make dinner and drank some beer while we watched “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.” All in all a decent day.
Oh, and for the record – this blog post was written as an homage to Hemingway, who encouraged writers to “write drunk and edit sober”. Haven’t gotten to the editing part yet.
is for Callie to find her forever home with loving people. An active family that will give her plenty of exercise, gentle but firm training, lots of love and security. They will be a very lucky family, indeed. Unfortunately we had to give Callie back to the shelter this weekend, because they might try a medication for her. Also, by being there she will have plenty of chances to meet and interact with people as opposed to staying here with us in Oakridge. I miss her dearly and I am crying. We are going away for the holidays, but when I return I will take her back with me if she hasn’t found a home yet.
Please spread the word about this gorgeous German Shepherd/Pitt mix with a heart of pure gold.
Find out all about Callie at Greenhill Humane Society.
Holy crap! It’s DECEMBER already!! I almost cannot believe it! That is, if it weren’t for all the flashy lights and tacky holiday balloons decorating this neighborhood. So much for sustainable energy, folks! Tell that to the guy in ammo gear setting up his umpteenth inflatable music-playing reindeer on his lawn. Callie is scared of these spectacles as she should be.
As you probably have noticed I have lacked big time with my blogging lately. Without going into details, lemme just say that I have been busy trying to sort out a few immigration dilemmas. Nothing too major, it’s just one of many humps in the road for a two-country resident.
Meanwhile, I am still enjoying the quirks of small-town America accompanied by Calllie, my amazing foster dog. She is the apple of my eye these days. And yes, she is still up for adoption, so I hope a kind and gentle soul will be opening his or her home for this awesome canine in due time for the holidays.
If you’ll all excuse me, I have a glass of bubbly with my name on it and an episode of Revenge in my queue. (Although I think the show has gone downhill this season, I still watch it for Conrad. And Victoria. And EMILY!)
PS: I am OBSESSED with hats lately. More than ever. Also worth mentioning; BB cream, Clinique Almost lipstick in Black Honey, Ciaté, flirting with young clerks at the grocery store, listening to NPR, cuddling up by the fire, avoiding anything Honey Boo-Boo, the Kardashians and Taylor Swift, revisiting Norwegian folklore and eating noodles. Lots of noodles. Top ramen is highly underappreciated.
Merry Christmas to you all! I am working for the holidays, but we are going home to Sykkylven on Monday. Forecast shows a hurricane brewing, but hopefully our red eye will go smoothly. Fingers crossed. Here’s what my eve was like: