...not MY window, but now I have your attention, right?Sorry for the hiatus; it's the end of the semester and I have one final left to go before I can run screaming into the streets and home for the holidays. It's amazing how much stress you think you can handle, how little sleep you think is physically necessary, and then something like your car getting totaled at 6 am on the morning of your 6 am to 9 pm day, your first final, and the day before a 20-page paper and 11-page homework assignment are due to truly stretch your limits and challenge your sanity. My Baby is being taken away to car heaven today. Moment of silence please.
So wanna hear a funny story? My life is full of them. A few weekends ago a few friends excitedly arranged a Christmas Cookie Gala to bake - you guessed it - Christmas cookies and celebrate the upcoming holidays. I said I would be happy to participate, but I had never had the actual experience of baking Christmas cookies as, previously mentioned several times, Asians (and especially Kengs) don't bake. Horrified and filled with pity, said friends promised to make the occasion one to remember. True to form, the weekend was filled with cookies coming out of my ears (not to mention my roommate's annual Christmas cookie plates which filled my own kitchen with hundreds of oatmeal chocolate chip and Rolo delights...) Truly a period of gluttony to remember. I felt sick all weekend (but a good kind of sick).
So yesterday my sister calls and informs me: "SO, Mom, like, has declared that when you come home, we're going to bake Christmas cookies and go caroling. I have no idea why."
If baking one chocolate cake from a box with my mom was a singularly exhausting experience, I cannot begin to fathom what an entire cookie weekend will be like. I'd better remind her to buy some cookie sheets.
On a completely unrelated note (longest. blog. ever.) I, too, love Christmas movies (though Wendi takes the prize again for coolest blog entry) and Elf ranks up among the highest of my favorites. As I was sorting through various Internet sites for proper blogging material, I made a startling discovery:
I realize this picture is tiny and blurry but IMDB has this new thing where it doens't let you copy pictures. ANYWAY, if you are in any way familiar with the movie you know the red elf behind Will Ferrell is the head one in charge of meeting toy quotas. Do you know who he is? Who he truly is?? Here's a hint.Indeed folks, indeed. Our very own Ralphie makes a guest appearance on another classic Christmas film. I can smugly amalgamate myself into the ranks of A Christmas Story aficionados, having seen the film myself for the very first time last Christmas, in Taiwan of all places. As only Ralphie can fully describe Christmas morning:
We plunged into the cornucopia quivering with desire and the ecstasy of unbridled avarice...
... may we all experience such joy this holiday season. :) Happy greetings to you all!
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ACTUALLY, that's not how the story really went. Let's shed one layer from the 'she said, he said' game, and I'll tell you MY version of it :) I was commenting to Mom about how our household is now completely devoid of any Christmas spirit, to which she jubilantly exclaimed, "No! I've been thinking HARD about what to do for Christmas this year!" So I cautiously, fearfully prodded her for more information, "Um, what are you going to do?" "We're going to bake cookies on the 24th and go caroling!" Me, thinking this is some pre-arranged Relief Society activity that I can slink out of it, says, "Oh, who are you doing that with?" "You. And Jennifer. We're going to bake cookies and then sing carols to all the people we know." *GULP* That's when I called Jennifer to tell her the joyous story. The End.
i just have one thing to say:
Bu hao ting!
larves,
wednesday
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