Unexpected Surprises

If you came here looking for Vodka Mom’s Christmas present, just click here.

A few days before Christmas, HBL came walking through the front door with an armload of parcels.  I watched with interest but figured they were yet more gifts from his out of town family, addressed only to him.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when he said “all of these are for you.”  Woo Hoo!   I never get things in the mail unless I’ve ordered something and I was pretty sure I hadn’t ordered anything recently.  Two of the four boxes were addressed to my maiden name, which was really intriguing.

I grabbed a knife and started opening boxes.  The first one I opened ended up being an apron which was something I’d ordered for my daughter and as happy as I was to finally get it, I was disappointed it arrived after our gift exchange.

Next to open, was one of the boxes addressed to my maiden name.  It was a large box and I noticed the postage was over thirteen dollars.  What in the world??  It was a huge bag of beautiful shelled pecan halves from my cousin.

We’ve never exchanged gifts before so I felt kind of bad———for about one minute which is how long it took me to open the bag and sample a few of those delicious morsels.   I must remember to send her a thank you note.

I grabbed the other box, which was also addressed to my maiden name, and knew exactly who had sent it the second I saw what it was.  I threw my head back and laughed.

Remember all that booty shakin?   C the booty shaker, had sent me these cute kitchen towels and mitt.  She knows me so well it’s scary.   *snort*

The last box I opened was this precious Cookies for Santa plate hand made by Lynn.     After The Dust Settles—–Lynn.     I was so surprised, shocked, and touched by this gift that I teared up just a bit.  She wrote a note indicating my grandchildren would enjoy it, and I thought grandchildren hell….it’s mine! They might get to look at it, but it’s all mine mine mine.   All mine and I love it.

Thank you, Lynn.  You are an amazing artist and I’m so proud to be in possession of one of your wonderful creations.   *those are glares on the photo and not flaws in the paint job*

Did you get any unexpected gifts for Christmas?  Maybe you expected a gift that didn’t come?    Come on and do a little bragging or whining.   You know you want to.

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

Seven Pounds Of Good

 

With Christmas over with, all but the crying for those who have tons of decorations to put up, Hunka Burnin Love and I called some friends and asked if they wanted to see a movie on Sunday.

 

They did but only because the husband wanted movie popcorn so that was a great excuse to spend two hours devouring a huge bag of artery clogging orange buttered salted heaven in a sack.

 

 

We had two clear movie choices, Seven Pounds or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.  HBL and I saw Seven Pounds on Christmas Day but we were so intrigued by it and felt like we missed so many subtle yet important details, we were willing to see it again so we didn’t care which one our friends picked.

 

 

Seven Pounds was chosen because it was only two hours long verses almost three hours of watching Brad Pitt.  I’m not saying that is a bad thing but I’m just sayin……..

 

I will tell you nothing about the plot of this movie but I will say I loved it.  I absolutely loved this movie and can honestly say it’s the first movie I’ve wanted to see more than once, since I daydreamed that I magically morphed in to Kelly McGillis and took my rightful place next to Maverick and Iceman in Top Gun.

 

I saw Top Gun at least three times but in my own defense, that was before Tom Cruise went off the deep end and became a total celebrity moron.  Don’t hate me for expressing my disdain for the man who thinks he knows more than everyone else.

 

The movie trailers and advertisements for Seven Pounds are very vague for a reason.  Everything finally makes sense in the end, but I honestly had it figured out long before that.  I didn’t want to ruin it for HBL so I kept my mouth shut.  Really, I did.   I’m not kidding here.  I honestly had it figured out.  Really.   O.K., don’t believe me, I don’t care, but I did.

 

We were both anxious to see Seven Pounds again and pay attention to all the details.  During the movie, no one talked and no one got up to leave for any reason.  I thought I might not be able to hold all the Dr. Pepper I’d drank but I couldn’t make myself get up and go even though I’d seen the movie once already.   My friend said the same thing as we raced to the bathroom as soon as it was over, and it turned out that every female in there was in the same predicament.

 

More than one woman said they couldn’t get up and leave even though they thought they wouldn’t make it to the end without an accident.  Is it bonding when you are discussing a movie with a total stranger between bathroom stalls?

 

Go see this movie but pay very close attention to every detail, even when they seem minor.  I can’t wait until it’s out on DVD so I can pause it to read two things that will drive me crazy until I finally know exactly what they say.

 

My take on Seven Pounds?   I give it two thumbs up, but don’t take my word for it.  Go see it for yourself then tell me what you think.   Unless of course you hate it and then just keep that to yourself because my feelings are easily hurt.   Also, do yourself a favor and don’t read any spoilers before you see it and don’t drink a half gallon of soda during the first half of the movie.

I’m pretty bossy, huh?

 

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

Is It Over Yet?

I’m in a daze.  A sugar, alcohol, sleep deprived overdose of family—–stupor.   I had a recipe I wanted to post and made it twice in the past two weeks but forgot to take pictures each time.

I took my camera but forgot the memory card so I had no photos of Christmas with my entire family.  The bad thing is, nearly everyone else depends on me to be the “photographer” and share my pictures with them and there I was with an empty camera.

I had my memory card for the second Christmas but forgot to start taking pictures until all the hubbub  was nearly over.

Now I have laundry piled up out the wazoo, my house is filthy, my refrigerator is full of leftovers, the garage is full of trash and all I want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep.

Don’t tell me to do it because if I did, I’d be worthless the rest of the day and we’re supposed to meet friends to see Seven Pounds at the theatre. Maybe I’ll get my nap there.

How are you celebrating being done with Christmas?    Are you glad or sad?   Did you get everything you wanted?  What was your favorite gift?   Am I asking too many questions?    LOL

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL