Archive for December, 2006

Project Gingerbread

Gingerbread House
Gingerbread house decorating a la Costco Kit with Val and Irene after Christmas

Christmas 2006

Hope everyone had a blessed, festive, fun-filled, and merry Christmas!

We had one of our crazy family parties today and I am feeling beat. I’m also feeling the effects of non-stop fooding coupled with my exercise-less holiday season. However, just got back from watching “Rocky Balboa” with my brother and my cousins and if that’s not enough to get one inspired to get back into shape, I don’t know what is.

Some highlights from this weekend so far: snow upon arrival; shopping with my Dad and cousins; my Mom’s cooking; seeing “V for Vendetta”; Christmas eve mass; pancit for breakfast; family present giving; Christmas songs on tape cassette; pancit for breakfast, having all the relatives over, incl. my Lola Y.; and eating, eating, eating. Not to mention Irene and Val coming over late Christmas Eve with raspberry beer and desserts to watch “The Sound of Music” on VHS. (They ended up singing all the songs with my Mom, naturally.)

I’m sure I’ll have a pic or two uploaded when I return to Seattle. Here’s to one more day of holiday. And just to get it out of my system until next year: Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, merry Christmas.

Rocky BalboaCurrently Watching:
Rocky Balboa

White Christmas?

Back home in PO for the holiday weekend. Currently excited about the view driving in–everything here is covered in snow!! =)

Hired Holiday Help

SCENE: MACY’S DOWNTOWN

ME: Hi, can you tell me where I can find a cardigan?

Sales Associate turns to co-worker and laughs.

SALES ASSOCIATE: (exasperated) Uh, pfft, I don’t even know what a cardigan is.

ME: You’re wearing one.

Exit Jamie.

A Very INFO Christmas ’06


Third Annual INFO Christmas Party at Ryan’s

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Seattle Windstorm

I can’t sleep…because of the wind? The windstorm outside is pretty out of control. It seriously sounds like someone is having a field day with some sheet metal outside my window. Listening to the newscasts now and they’re reporting gusts as high as 63mph on the 520 bridge. Crazy.

Maybe it’s because I’m older, but can’t help but note how different this feels from the windstorm memories I had growing up. Granted, living in a wooded area there was always a huge concern for falling trees (in fact I remember my neighbor’s van was completely smashed by a fallen tree one year, but luckily not on the house). But for me, windstorms generally entailed the fun and adventure of power outages, school closures, being stranded with friends, and drinking hot cocoa. Those were good times. Now? Not so good times. Some sleep would be nice.

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I can’t even convey how loud it outside.