Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to my faithful commenters! Another year has come and gone. It never fails to amaze me how fast time flies! That is one of the depressing facts of school breaks. No matter how much you look forward to break, school always seems to be at your door. Oh well...

As for entertaining facts I must tell you about Friday night.

Friday night I went to stay the night at my aunt's house by request of my three younger cousins. After a nice dinner out we decided to do a little Christmas light admiring. Our family has the tradition of singing every Christmas carol we can think of (SFL insists on singing purposefully off key), so I started sing Jingle Bells. Before long the cousins and I were singing as loud as we could.

As an intermission/side note I would like to state that the phrase "act your age" is a relative phrase. After all, how does one know definitively how to act each passing year? Does one act your FELT age, ACTUAL age, CHINESE age, or EMOTIONAL age? See what I mean, it is so confusing!

Anyway, back to the story....

Had I cared I might have noticed the fact that my uncle was quickly loosing all tolerance for the song. Nevertheless I was blissfully ignorant. Therefore, my uncle suddenly turned on the radio full blast in the attempt to silence us. We all screamed and plugged our ears, but refused to stop singing at the top of our lungs.

Now, here is another note...I am not a person to give a challenge to. The more you try to stop me the more I put my mind against stopping. I know that it is a nasty little trait, but I am VERY stubborn...

Anyway, we refused to stop singing, and before we knew it my uncle had rolled down the windows, and turned on the air conditioning on high! Brrrrrrrrr....Unsuccessful in his attempts my uncle started slamming on the brakes until the car was jolting back an forth like one of those puck rocker cars that is spiffed up so that it literally bounces up and down.

Needless to say by the time we got home we were loosing our voices, freezing cold, our ears were ringing, and we were laughing so hard tears were rolling down our faces. It was hilarious.

I guess it was a good substitute for the family outings we usually have... Well, Merry Christmas to you all I hope that you have all had a blessed Sunday celebrating the birth of Jesus.

A Sad Christmas...

As you all know, one of the parental guidences has fallen ill with a nasty case of Bronchitis, while the other guidence has broken one of his molers. How fun is that! Ahh, thus Christmas will be a sad affair this year, as the parents probably won't be coming until the 27th...:-( Se la Ve (no clue on spelling). I guess that this year it really has hit that Christmas must be about Jesus and nothing else. Well, so far plans are still on for Mertle Beach, Yeah!

Jess #1: I have your presentS, (you can't tell me not to get you any) but they won't arrive until after Christmas I'm very sorry!

Note: Remind me to tickle my cousins until they laugh to death....Muahhhhh....

I'm so smart I suprise me...Isn't that a great quote! :-)

Anyway, pray for the mother and father that this little big bug will go away, and so we can enjoy hanging out at the beach...Oh ya, you might throw a prayer or two in for Keith I. that I won't kill him at M.B., but that is mostly irrelavent...;-)

See ya! Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday Jesus!

Cookies!

Yes, today was Christmas Cookie day, and the house now smells wonderful. It has brought back the yummy memories of Spotted Dog, which as you may wonder is further explained on Mary's blog as our attempt at an English pudding. We were making cookies to take to a shelter on Christmas day, because we always go and do something on Christmas. I love getting to spend part of Christmas loving on others! Anyway, pray for my mommy she has the head flu (no fun) and our Christmas and family vaccation may be cut short or altered. NOOOoooo! Well, Merry Christmas to all, and I will be posting soon with some more fun and activities! ;)

No Presents!!

Yes, I have done the unthinkable! I have not done any Christmas shopping, and it is five days till December 25th. Usually I am not such a slacker, but this year with school it has not been possible. Thus, I am left dreading the drive to the mall, and surrounding stores. Yuck! I hate shopping...More to come later.

BREAK!!! YEAH!!!!

I have several things to address this posting. First of all, the secret of the acronimes (I think that's the right spelling) shall not be revealed, and there is no SOT among us (it's up to the reader to break the code). Muahhhhh...

Secondly, I give a warning to my faithful commentors that this "Grape Lover" and SFL have a long history and may cause a stir.

Thirdly, I would like to announce that I have successfully passed my all my classes this semester. YEA!!!!! (Jesus pulled me through this one!) Anyway, it is a HUGE relief to be finished, and I mean to fully enjoy my break. Well, I'm tired, so I'm going to call it a night.

T'was The Night Before Christmas (part 3)

And then, in a twinkling, before I did know
The prancing and pawing was heard on my floor.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the duct pipes Dr. Howe came with a bound.

She was dressed all in scrubs, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all ironed without ashes or soot.

A bundle of test books she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a dictator just opening her pack.

Her eyes -- how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!

Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And she just couldn't wait to have us give it a go;

The stump of a septer she held tight in her hand,
And she looked like a king come to take over the land;

She had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when she walked like a bowlful of jelly.

She was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself;

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And past out all the test books; then turned with a jerk,

And keeping her eye on the clock on the wall,
She collected the tests, as each student recalled;

Soon she sprang to her office, to the lab gave a call,
And then as we waited our hearts became small.

But I heard her exclaim, ere grades revealed to our sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

(YEAH! I finished it! Enjoy faithful readers!)

The Night Before Finals

(The second - short awaited installment)

Tore open the door and poked out my head.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen leaves

Gave the lustre of mid-fall to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature notebook, and fine tiny scantrons,
With a hundred old circles, so perfect and round,

I knew in a moment it must be test time.
More rapid than eagles these finals they came,

And they whistled, and shouted, as I called each one by name;
"Now, Patho! now, Pharm! now, Assessment and Fundamentals!

On, professionalism! on Clinical! on Total testing, and Lab!
To the top of the library! to the top of the Ed Hall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the Hall-top the courses they flew,

With a bag full of books, a laptop and coke.

(Next time: The conclusion)

Finals

T'was the week before finals and all through the house
Not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse;

The sneakers were lain by the doormat with care.
In hopes that the last final soon would be there;

For three hours the students are snuggled in bed,
While visions of textbooks danced in their heads;

And mamma in her kerchief, and SFL in his cap,
Had just settled down to pray through my tests;

When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the peephole I flew like a flash,


(Stay tuned for the next episode of The Week Before Finals)