Friday, December 17, 2010

A few of my favorite things

“Reindeer in poses and Fiskars and mittens…”

An eclectic little list, to make merry:

“Santa’s Rockin’,” by The Wiggles – My favorite non-classic Christmas show, followed closely by “Christmas at Plum Creek” (from Little House on the Prairie, Season 1) and “A Keaton Christmas Carol” (from Family Ties, not sure what season – it’s on a “Holiday Treats” DVD I bought for myself last December). Not only do I love the Reindeer Dance (“dancing in Christmas pants”), but also the spiritual aspects of the program are surprisingly stirring.

Panda Licorice BarsThese remind me of a truly lovely person named Edna, with whom I used to work. She left one of these bars on my desk with one of her signature pick-you-up sticky notes a long time ago, and I’ve enjoyed them ever since. Edna passed away six years ago, so eating the Panda bars also keeps her memory kindled for me. Oh, and as a bonus, licorice root apparently helps stave off depression, according to this cool book:

Make Your Place: Affordable, Sustainable Nesting Skills, by Raleigh Briggs. One hundred and twenty-four handwritten pages of home-making, earth-living tips and tricks. The tree-hugger in me loves this little pretty, plucky little volume. (I admire pluck.)

Paraclete PressI ordered a couple of CDs from them over the summer, and they’ve been sending cool downloads ever since (along with promos for more stuff to buy, natch).

A small shout-out to Duluth Trading Co. I received a catalog from them a few weeks ago and decided to order some stuff – Christmas presents. But when I finally found a few quiet moments to do so, I couldn’t find my catalog and thus the “free shipping” code that came with it. Well, “Ask and you shall receive!” I called up Duluth and they happily waived the fee, sans code. Here’s to affable customer service!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Love in Saran Wrap

Will always puts away the pizza. Whenever we're too tired, too busy, too "whatever" to deal with dinner and we let Uncle Sal do the cooking, a few slices get left in the box on the dining room table. We ride out the evening and I go to bed the same time as the kids, too tuckered even to change into my pajamas.

Per usual, I awake before everyone else, make my coffee, open the 'frig to retrieve the creamer, and there it is: The plate of leftover pizza, dutifully Saran-wrapped and put away for the next day's lunch. This is one of 10,264 reasons I love my husband.