The War is moving VERY SLOWLY. My site, Petulant Rumblings, distracted me and still doesn't function. I am tired of trying to figure out the problem so I will post exclusively at Shakesville during this time. I have a WAR to wage and php, databases, and the endless chaos Wordpress can cause makes me need CHRISTMAS lights more than ever.
I begin the day with a photo sent to me by Shaker Stacey. She's a crafty sort and baked some Alien Santas for the holidays. YUMMY! (Update: Feel free to email any pics of your War in Defense of Christmas.)
I will update this post throughout the day. Be warned, 5 is cocktail hour.
2:00 pm: After looking at OMG SHOEZ, I finally finished shaping two small trees in urns and can't decide whether I want to leave them plain or start draping with beaded garland and GLITTERY PINE CONES. I can never have enough GLITTERY PINE CONES. Thankfully, I have a small workroom to do all this. Otherwise, well, I don't want to think about that. If it takes me this long just to "shape" two small trees, I dread the bigger ones. Oh well... 'tis the season!
3:38 pm: I walked away from the trees for now and decided to work on the bar. Five o'clock approaches so it needed to be ready. Because I am NEVER satisfied, I spent 30 minutes trying gold bead and pearl garland and red sequin garland around the white feather tree. I HATED BOTH! Unfortunately, I had hoped to contain everything to the workroom, but that ain't going to happen. The kitties will be very happy during the WAR as "new" play toys are scattered within paw reach. Thankfully, they haven't noticed. Yet. Here's the beginning of the bar. I have a peacock around here somewhere that I want to put in the middle of the wreath, but like everything else- I CAN'T FIND IT. Last year I tried to pack everything up with some organization, but I ain't Martha Stewart.
'Tis the season!
If you entertain for the holidays, always have an amusing selection of cocktail napkins for drinks. I am fond of drinking elves, the Betty Ford Clinic, and a miserly man proclaiming, "Joy to the World." I know that man from somewhere, but my brain is mush.
5:00 PM:
CRISIS! I cannot find the smaller GLITTERY PINE CONES. Regain composure. Shaping for a four-foot tree in an urn is going a lot quicker than the smaller ones. Hmmmm... Where are the glittery pine cones? Pour myself a whisky and soda. Freak out because I thought I was out of club soda. Regain composure. Sit in front of the computer to surf a little and watch HARDBALLZ. Definitely need cocktail. Receive "important" email from Michael Reagan about the New Reagan Revolution. YAY, the walking dead! OMG! Did you kittens know we have the first "TRULY SOCIALIST" president? Michael Reagan says: "It's official: America has its first truly Socialist president..." Take gulp of cocktail while Matthews spits his words about Bill Richardson.
6:00 pm: Feed Dagny and Dashiell their two shrimp each after much begging from Dagny. (Yes. Those two of the babies/kitties get two shrimp a day. Delia prefers tuna.) Fix myself a baked potato with broccoli and feta. I put feta on anything. Also fixed a veggie burger with Swiss and lots of pickles. I'll set that aside for now as I need more liquid courage to resume the WAR. I have no idea what happened on HARDBALLZ as I experienced Matthews Zombie Syndrome. I have watched entirely too much Chris Matthews in my lifetime and after awhile, I go into a perpetual daze. I see and hear him talking, but he becomes an amusing puppet and I merely stare at the screen without comprehension. And think of brains. Back to the WAR!
6:30 PM:OH! OH! I forgot to add. My mother's best friend is bringing me holly and greenery from her father's farm on Friday. I'll use the holly for some hanging decoration (have to keep it away from the kitties) and use the greenery for centerpieces on the dinning room table and maybe a coffee table or two. It depends on how much she brings me. YAY!
8:03 PM:>Ended up on the phone hearing about the evils of academia, tenure, and chairs. Ya think the political world is nasty? Academia is a game of saber-tooth kitties with a healthy dose of idiocy. The children isn't learnin' under some. I did finish "shaping" the four-foot tree, but all the lights were dead. Either I pull out some extra "regular" lights for it or I venture into the big bad world tomorrow and buy some of those fancy LED lights. It depends how I feel in the morning. I will put these lotus shaped lights on that tree. YAY!
9:36 PM:Thankfully the War in Defense of Christmas doesn't have a schedule and declare a rudimentary "Mission Accomplished." Who knows when the glitter will end? I bid adieu. I will ease myself into a warm bath to purify my pores and then crawl into my luxurious sheets and watch Buffy episodes until I fall into a gentle sleep. Unless Madeleine Albright forces me to jump from a 44 story scaffold. Good Times!
War in Defense of Christmas: Day One
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