Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Snow. Just snow.
Three minutes after I filmed this, the snow stopped. Thirty minutes after that, everything that was stuck to the ground had melted.
As a gal born and raised in Western Washington, STORY OF MY LIFE.
#TemperateClimateProblems
Disappointed in Edinburgh,
Margaret
Monday, December 22, 2014
Countdown to Christmas: 3 days
Today's Christmas photo
Today's Christmas memory
OK, I'm running out of memories, so here's a video instead. This is from Christmas 2010.
Today's Christmas gift idea
Berenstain Bears' Christmas Tree! The best Christmas book of all time. OK, it's tied with The Polar Express. Rich Kay read this aloud to us every Christmas Eve. Papa Bear up his usual tricks, as always. And it has a brilliant twist ending!
---> US Shoppers
---> UK Shoppers
Joyeux Noël,
Margaret
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| Max and I taking the rope tow up to the top of the slope. Who needs skiing when you can inner tube instead? |
Today's Christmas memory
OK, I'm running out of memories, so here's a video instead. This is from Christmas 2010.
Today's Christmas gift idea
Berenstain Bears' Christmas Tree! The best Christmas book of all time. OK, it's tied with The Polar Express. Rich Kay read this aloud to us every Christmas Eve. Papa Bear up his usual tricks, as always. And it has a brilliant twist ending!
---> US Shoppers
---> UK Shoppers
Joyeux Noël,
Margaret
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Countdown to Christmas: 4 days
Today's Christmas photo
Today's Christmas memory
When I was in junior high my mom got herself, Char, Francie and I this great gig working on the Snow Train that ran from Seattle to Leavenworth, which, for all you non-Washingtonians, is a faux Bavarian town on the other side of the mountains.
It was the best deal ever. All we had to do was hand paper cups of hot cocoa and a box lunch to the passengers during the 1.5 hour journey. Maybe we led some carols. I don't really remember. I do remember it being really easy.
Then we would arrive in snowy Leavenworth, all lit up with twinkly lights and smelling of sizzling bratwurst. We'd walk around the neighbourhoods and wonder what it would be like to live there. Leavenworth's awesome at Christmas, but tacky and forgotten the rest of the year.
On the train ride back we didn't have to do anything at all. For a day's work, we would each earn 100 big bones. I don't think I was technically old enough to be working. Was the whole thing done under the table? Hmmm.
I remember thinking, "I can't believe I'm getting paid to do this! I should be paying them!"
Now, although I look back on it fondly, I know I deserved my pay. That's just part of getting older—you realise that, even if you enjoy what you do, you don't work for free. It's called self-worth. And rent. And food. And a Yankee candle addiction.
Today's Christmas gift idea
Metal spider head scratcher! For the ultimate scalp sensation. Remember when I went and bought one mid blog post?
Andy and I apply the scratcher to each other while we watch TV and it never gets old. The other day I saw Khloe Kardashian using one on an episode of Kourtney and Khloe Take the Hamptons, so you know it must be good.
---> US shoppers
---> UK shoppers
Nollaig Shona Duit,
Margaret
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| Max as Father Time and me as...Baby New Year? Is that a thing? |
Today's Christmas memory
When I was in junior high my mom got herself, Char, Francie and I this great gig working on the Snow Train that ran from Seattle to Leavenworth, which, for all you non-Washingtonians, is a faux Bavarian town on the other side of the mountains.
It was the best deal ever. All we had to do was hand paper cups of hot cocoa and a box lunch to the passengers during the 1.5 hour journey. Maybe we led some carols. I don't really remember. I do remember it being really easy.
Then we would arrive in snowy Leavenworth, all lit up with twinkly lights and smelling of sizzling bratwurst. We'd walk around the neighbourhoods and wonder what it would be like to live there. Leavenworth's awesome at Christmas, but tacky and forgotten the rest of the year.
On the train ride back we didn't have to do anything at all. For a day's work, we would each earn 100 big bones. I don't think I was technically old enough to be working. Was the whole thing done under the table? Hmmm.
I remember thinking, "I can't believe I'm getting paid to do this! I should be paying them!"
Now, although I look back on it fondly, I know I deserved my pay. That's just part of getting older—you realise that, even if you enjoy what you do, you don't work for free. It's called self-worth. And rent. And food. And a Yankee candle addiction.
Today's Christmas gift idea
Metal spider head scratcher! For the ultimate scalp sensation. Remember when I went and bought one mid blog post?
Andy and I apply the scratcher to each other while we watch TV and it never gets old. The other day I saw Khloe Kardashian using one on an episode of Kourtney and Khloe Take the Hamptons, so you know it must be good.
---> US shoppers
---> UK shoppers
Nollaig Shona Duit,
Margaret
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Today I...
Today I...
SAW a woman walking in front of me who had a giant splatter of white seagull poop on the back of her black jacket. I said nothing.
HEARD the latest episode of Serial. It was...meh. I am that horrible listener who wants answers and speculation and closure. That's not a complaint; it's a statement.
TASTED cheese toast with Tabasco sauce, the world's most delicious food. Tabasco sauce is the tampon of the culinary world—a bit uncomfortable at first, but after a few tries you never go back!
TOUCHED the first snowflakes of the season. Let's hope they aren't the last. They were big, fat flakes that made Edinburgh look just like Hogsmeade. Andy and I sang "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow" as we packed our bags for work.
Cheers,
Margaret
P.S. I am SO sorry about that tampon thing.
P.P.S. Proof?
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