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Daily Prompt – The Holdiay Season

Getting Seasonal

The holiday season: can’t get enough of it, or can’t wait for it all to be over already? Has your attitude toward the end-of-year holidays changed over the years?

So i was wondering what to write about when my brain stopped on the word Christmas.  My tree went up really early this year.  Normally I get stuff out and do the tree Nov 1st every year but I was feeling down with Halloween coming up so I put the tree up a week earlier.  Why?  Cause I can’t stand Halloween.   It’s spooky, which i don’t like.   It’s dark and depressing, which I don’t like.  It deals with creepy monsters and ghosts, which I don’t like.  And to top it all off, don’t like being scared.  I don’t feel good when I’m scared.  I don’t get a rush from it and all it does is give me a panic attack.  Those of you who have panic attacks know how unpleasant that is.

So I started working on the tree which is white with blue lights.  I was decorating it with blue and silver which is cold colours but really looks pretty.   I couldn’t find some of the blue tinsel so I made due and spaced things around evenly.  Sure enough, right after I get it just right, I find the box with the last of the blue stuff.    Grumble, grumble.  I was not going to take apart the tree again just to add the stuff.  Once it’s up, it’s up.  So I went and sat in my chair and moped about it.   And being real mature I stuck my tounge out at the decorations that didn’t get used, and of course grumbled some more.  Part of me wanted to be two years old lying on the floor screaming and crying having a tantrum.  But I didn’t and then moved onto accepting that the tree still looked nice anyways.

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So one of the things that happens during this season is a visit from my dad and step mom.  This year it was going to be at my place instead of my sisters who had lived in my building for a few years.  I didn’t have any money to buy food so I decided to make a pot of stew for my parents, and to use the slow cooker that my dad had got me a number of years ago.   So they had a tin of cookies for me and I had one for them too.  My dad gave me a card with 100 dollars in it for Christmas money.  My dad always gives money but also at least one personal gift as well.   Well back to the stew.  Well no matter what I did with the stew it just tasted horrible and had a bad flavour.  I tried tweaking it with soya sauce and tomato paste but it just turned out worse and worse.   So embarrassingly I told them how bad it was and apologized but they were okay.  So when we went out to spend the money dad got us food as well at the mall food court.  It still ended up being a nice visit and afterwards we played Scatagories, in which I won both games.  (I steam my knuckles and rub them on my shirt, with a cocky grin)

I love Christmas for the bright lights and colours, a beautiful time of year, nice music, doing something nice for your friends and family, the music, people or cheery, Christ of course, a colourful tree, decorating and getting new things is at the bottom of my list.  It’s very magical and inspirational for me.  What I don’t like is taking it all down and my house looking dull again.

Just to let you know I get presents for myself cause all my friends are poor and can’t afford anything.  I always get myself some books and favorite body washes and hand soap (smells like gingerbread).  I get myself something creative like a paint by number or a jig saw and some chocolates.  But I never forget my cats.  They have some treats coming for them too.  And I always get them a new toy every year.  And I always pretend that I have to put their Christmas bag O’stuff together when they are not looking.

This season brings me much joy and pleasure and happiness.  God Bless you all for a Merry and Joyous Christmas time.

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The Object of My Dejection – Bad Stew Day

The Object of My Dejection — Tell us about the object of your dejection — something you made, a masterpiece unfinished, or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations. What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?

So recently I’ve gotten back into cooking.  I like making chicken vegetable soup, beef stew, chilli, fajita ect.  Normally stuff turns out good and I really enjoy making it.  sometimes I’m not even in the mood to eat what I’m making but I am having fun putting it together.   Sometimes the recipe needs tweaking so I’ll call my neighbor that had lived out east in NFLD and Nova Scotia and has experience with down home cooking.  He has a knack for putting stuff together like magic.  Ta Da!   So I was having my dad and step mom over on Sunday and I didn’t have a lot of money to get groceries and I wanted to make something to eat for everyone so no one had to spend money.  So I pulled out the stewing beef and carrots, celery, onions and potatoes and decided to do it in the slow cooker so I wouldn’t have to do on the stove cooking while they were here so we could go shopping or go for a walk.   Well it wasn’t tasting right.  I used low sodium beef broth which I have used before but for some reason it wasn’t the right flavour and I was quite disappointed.  I was quite embarrassed since I don’t see my dad very often and wanted to impress them. So I called my neighbour to see what he suggested.  He said soya sauce, a tad of lemon juice and tomato paste.   I have done this before and it turned out great.   To be honest this batch really sucked.   It had a metallic taste to it for some reason.   I was fed up and the more I tweaked it the worse it got.  So I gave up and told my dad and his wife that it was really bad and that I don’t want to serve it cause I wont even eat it.   None the less at the end of the day the stew ended up in the flusher and we went to the mall to get food at the food court.

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A fantasy story told in "Dear Diary" form

I have no idea.

Not the foggiest.

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snail mail, art, love~♥

ThreeCatYard

Cats, and a yard. That's enough to talk about.

The Dante Diaries

HER life from my point of view

And Just a Touch of Crazy

Confessions of a Bipolar Girl