Wasn’t I just writing about how many holidays there were? How funny is that?
I would have preferred that WordPress ask me about one or two holidays, rather than lumping them all together. Why?
Because, holidays, the main ones at least, are vastly different from one another, and each carries its own significant meaning, traditions, and ceremonies.
If I were to attempt in sharing my celebratory habits for each of the holidays that I recognize, we’d be here til the cows come home, as they say. And, not only that, but we’d never get to the cookies that I leave down at the bottom of the page!
I suppose at the heart of it all, it doesn’t really matter which holiday anyone chooses, as long as they are celebrating with friends, family, and loved ones, ya know?
That means YOU, just in case you weren’t sure who I was referring to. I may have inadvertently given that secret away, with all the “Hugs”, the bucket’s of cookies, or possibly all the Monday Messages harassing you for Christmas lists.
I guess I could say that all that effort put in with idle threats, affection and sugary bribery is my way of celebrating the holidays.
Now, some might not agree with my list being a valid form of Jolly activities, but it bothers me not! You know why?
Because, just this last Sunday I made my first successful Gluten Free Banana Muffins… and they tasted good! In all good conscience, I shouldn’t be serving you cookies that I haven’t tasted myself, first. How am I to know if you’ll like them?
I start my holiday celebrations for November and December, here, right now. I know that it’s only September, but I need the time to practice, taste, and even sample what I wish to offer you during the holiday season.
So, what does all this blather mean? Let me shorten it up a bit…
I want to say that this was my most epic fail, though in truth, I’m certain that there were far greater culinary catastrophes in my history… I simply chose an easy one to write about.
I’m not even sure how I managed to do it, but on a particular evening with my Chica, we got the craving for a dessert of some kind. Looking in her cupboards for available ingredients, along with a DIY Pinterest recipe, I confidently tackled what I thought to be a very simple recipe… thought being the operative word here!
I swear that I followed the directions, along with using the proper ingredients and measurements, but by the time they’d been properly cooled and neatly sliced into perfect squares… it was like biting into a rubber eraser that had been flavored with lemon, no joke!
Needless to say… they were totally inedible! Even the dogs turned their noses up at the chance for a human snack.
I’ve made some virtual Lemon Bars for our daily cookies, but this time they should be much better… just flick off the parts you don’t want.
Lessons are learned over a lifetime, some coming earlier in life rather than later. Most of what we learn takes many years of experience, many mistakes, and a boatload of do-overs!
I was born into adversity with my first breath, so the lessons I learned were the difficult ones.
After all these years later, I’ve discovered one lesson that I’d missed, early on…
I’m pushing 57 this year, and as of yet, I’ve not found myself to be a leader.
I’ve found myself cleaning up after everyone else’s messes, broken up sibling fights that could have ended in death, and took responsibility for many mistakes that I didn’t make. Though it may sound like the talents of many active leaders, today, there’s no recollection that I’ve ever been compensated.
Even scouring the archives didn’t help this morning, when I desperately hoped I’d come up with something good last year, or even the one before.
Nope! I did find one from last year, but it literally had about a sentence and a half worth of explanation regarding the word Grace. Honestly, it wasn’t worth the copy and paste effort.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I love many different words, and readily use them on a daily basis. Asking a person to pick only a single favorite word is similar to asking a child to pick just one candy from the dish… and, I think that’s rather mean.
While I won’t be answering today’s prompt, I will be leaving cookies…
Why? Because I don’t want to fail this class, that’s why! Missing assignments are quite bothersome. Oh, come on… at least give me an E for Effort!
Does WordPress assume that we only answer the prompts in the evening? Or are the asking us to look 8 to 10 hours into the near future, for a heart stopping, life altering, and completely uninteresting plan?
While the prompt might have been better received, if they’d asked what I did last evening, it still would have been just as boring, and uneventful… sorry.
Now, had the prompt rolodex been more attentive, it might have asked what I did yesterday. That way I already know the data needed to satisfy your inquiring minds. Come on, admit it! You simply must know what goes on in the daily life of an average overthinking, overimaginative, far too chatty Cathy!
In an effort to satisfy that overly curious itch that WordPress wants scratched, here come the goods…
I fully intend to do a bit of eating, but it has to be done by 5 pm, so my evening starts earlier than some. After dinner, there’s dishes to be washed, and then it’s off to take a shower. Hang on, cause I’m just warming up! Then there’s a cup of tea, evening meds, evening gaming, and evening binge watching of my current favorite DIY videos………. whew! I did it! Wasn’t that just a barrel of monkey fun, but hey… they asked, right?
There are actually two differing sleeps that bring us rest. The sleeping sleeping, and the wakeful sleeping… the kind when your eyes are open. You know? Most would probably recognize this better, if I were to say daydreaming instead of sleeping with your eyes open. A very boring prompt title, if you ask me!
My dreaming could derive from my own imagination, or sometimes, from a book I’ve read, or even a really great movie. The point is, when I’m wanting to relax, I like to let my mind wander to wonderful and dreamy places that are devoid of humanities normal nastiness!
Don’t blame me for checking out sometimes, but real life can be truly unfun at times, so what’s a girl gonna do?
Besides, that’s where most of my best cookies come from… and I haven’t heard any complaints so far, so I must be doing something right…
The only birds I use regularly would be chickens, but if I had to do it, I suppose I could send them on vacation, or something.
Oh, wait! I am so sorry! They asked for a word, not a bird… my bad! If I can’t even manage to read the question correctly, I don’t think it’s wise to ask if I can give up one of my regular words. Just sayin…