Status Check -
Nov. 19th, 2007 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgYup, finished my Yuletide offering, uploaded that bad boy and waved goodbye to it.
I have hereby confirmed yet again, I can sit down and write anything - just prompt me. (No, it didn't turn out that slashy. No, it didn't turn out that good - yet, I am certain my recipient will likely laugh out loud a time or two, and that's plenty.) My first Yuletide, and I didn't screw the pooch. In the midst of what looks to be my biggest Thanksgiving yet, no less.
Orange food prepped and in the reefer. Two apple pies, ditto. One walnut, one pecan pie to be baked tonight - and in the fridge they go as well. Cranberry sauce = DONE. I'm still debating a batch of apple cake. Probably should do the pumpkin pies tonight too. Tomorrow night is the last great household cleanup, because Wednesday night people begin to fly in.
I'll have a houseful of guests over the weekend, too. Scheduling people back to the airport is going to be fun because I also have to return a nephew to his mother in Hemet on Sunday as well.
My hair looks like ASS.
I've also made both carrot soup and black-eyed peas to get us through the next couple of days of everything BUT cooking - I think I'm tasking Jim with unpacking and washing the china tonight while I'm baking pies. We turned the house upside down on Saturday, literally. I don't think the windows - or the refrigerator - have looked so good all year.
The effects of the brush fires were still apparent - I have stucco on the outside of the house, and spraying the windows down prior to washing them? The water ran black - so the walls got a bit of attention as well.
Oh, those windows were terrible. Really, really. The blinds are just as bad, but I'm pulling them completely open during the day - so, not so bad.
I've decided this year's advent calendar is going to be entirely music - so expect 24 posts with nothing but mp3s in them. PULLED OUT OF MY ASS. FEAR.
I need to go get that Christmas letter written and printed out so we can also do Christmas cards tonight. Damn.
So much to do, and so little of it work. AUGH.
I have hereby confirmed yet again, I can sit down and write anything - just prompt me. (No, it didn't turn out that slashy. No, it didn't turn out that good - yet, I am certain my recipient will likely laugh out loud a time or two, and that's plenty.) My first Yuletide, and I didn't screw the pooch. In the midst of what looks to be my biggest Thanksgiving yet, no less.
Orange food prepped and in the reefer. Two apple pies, ditto. One walnut, one pecan pie to be baked tonight - and in the fridge they go as well. Cranberry sauce = DONE. I'm still debating a batch of apple cake. Probably should do the pumpkin pies tonight too. Tomorrow night is the last great household cleanup, because Wednesday night people begin to fly in.
I'll have a houseful of guests over the weekend, too. Scheduling people back to the airport is going to be fun because I also have to return a nephew to his mother in Hemet on Sunday as well.
My hair looks like ASS.
I've also made both carrot soup and black-eyed peas to get us through the next couple of days of everything BUT cooking - I think I'm tasking Jim with unpacking and washing the china tonight while I'm baking pies. We turned the house upside down on Saturday, literally. I don't think the windows - or the refrigerator - have looked so good all year.
The effects of the brush fires were still apparent - I have stucco on the outside of the house, and spraying the windows down prior to washing them? The water ran black - so the walls got a bit of attention as well.
Oh, those windows were terrible. Really, really. The blinds are just as bad, but I'm pulling them completely open during the day - so, not so bad.
I've decided this year's advent calendar is going to be entirely music - so expect 24 posts with nothing but mp3s in them. PULLED OUT OF MY ASS. FEAR.
I need to go get that Christmas letter written and printed out so we can also do Christmas cards tonight. Damn.
So much to do, and so little of it work. AUGH.
