Book Lovers' Advent Calendar: Day Eleven



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Well, so Coleen has been doing a lot of traveling with her new job, and has been hitting air traffic control conferences and symposia all over the world. She bought a pink wool coat in Paris, y'all.  Fortunately she and I wear the same size, and she's a good sharer.  Otherwise, she'd have to go back to Paris, just to buy a pink wool coat for me so we could be twins.

She goes to a lot of cool places, but the one trip that truly does make me want to tag along is the journey to Australia and New Zealand.   If I didn't love my own job so much I'd be totally jellie.  Some day I'll get there!

tangent: The hipster urchins say "jellie" all the time when they mean "green with envy" -- and I totes want to be all up in that trendy slang for shizzle, McDrizzle.  Actually, I don't know what I just said. 


Bondi Beach Surf Rescue Crew (2011), via Getty Images/Don Arnold

Well, so I  know I have a few readers from Australia and New Zealand, so I got to wondering whether those folks get annoyed or just fed up with all the wintery Christmas season books that permeate the market at this time of year, since Australians often celebrate their summery Christmas with a cookout on the beach.



 

So I thought I would look for a Christmas storybook that speaks to the way the celebration is seen on the other side of the world.  And I found this great little gem, A Bush Christmas, based on a poem written by C.J. Dennis in 1931.  It is a humorous look at an outback Christmas, where the heat of the noonday sun completes with Mum's hot oven as she puts together a "traditional" feast.  The children in this story cannot imagine a cold Christmas!  Although our world is much more connected these days, through television, movies, and social media, this look at a summery celebration will tickled your bundled up kids.

This book is not available through Amazon, but can be found at the publisher's website; the price is in Australian currency.

Look how nice!


Look at this nice blogging award, which was shared with me by my dear fairy god-sister!  
She's the bomb-dot-com!



Her blog, heidiwriting, is a thoughtful and thought-provoking place, where she shares her journey through a sucky, sucky illness.  She is my fairy god-sister (we were already grown-ups when we attended our parents' wedding), so I am a little biased, I suppose.  But still -- her blog is inspirational!  She tells the truth about chronic pain and shitty diagnoses and doctors who have forgotten their manners, let alone their humanity.  But she also shows such grace, and grit, and gratitude for kindnesses of the small and large variety.  She's a wonder -- and so is her blog.



So as part of her recognition, Heidi has asked me to share with you seven things you should know about me.  So here you go:

1.  I am a sun worshipper.  I know I am not supposed to admit this kind of thing publicly, but call me reckless.  I really do like sitting, reclining, or flat out sprawling in the sunshine with a good trashy book or a magazine.  Yes, yes -- I wear sunscreen (sometimes I even wear a hat).  But you probably won't find me under a canopy or umbrella, even on the hottest days.  I would rather be too hot than too cold, so I'll just drink another bottle of water and stay right there in the sun.

2.  When I was in high school I fell while I was being a goofball at a pep rally, and broke my ankle.  The next day I was maneuvering myself down a short flight of stairs and fell -- breaking the other ankle.  Both mishaps happened at the high school; I was carried out to a car by the same friend both times; the same ER staff received me both times I arrived at the hospital.  And yes -- when they saw me again less than twenty-four hours later, those ER staffers laughed at me.  Hey -- they're only human!

3.  Lisa has been my best, best friend since we were thirteen.  Her oldest son shares a name with my father; my youngest girl is named after her mother.  She has been my sister of the heart and has loved me for so long -- including times when I was not easily lovable.  I am blessed by the fact of her.

4.  I don't have a sweet tooth.  I can walk on by when chocolate chip cookies and ice creams are singing their siren song to so many others.  But don't be a hater, yo -- I am a slave to the potato chip, the hunk of cheese, the well-salted popcorn.  Damn you, savory treats!

5.  My dad was in the military -- and I am so proud to be an Army brat!  I was born on an Air Force base in Germany, and have lived in several towns that begin with the word "Fort."  I wouldn't have it any other way!

6.  I converted to Catholicism in 1996, when I was 33 years old.  Although I had leaned toward the Catholic church for quite some time, my decision was difficult because I loved the church I attended and felt (still feel) a strong sense of family pride in the religion of my childhood; I come from Oklahoma Methodists -- a long line of believers who moved west with the nation, spreading the Gospel across the prairie.  I finally had to let go of my pridefulness (while keeping the pride in my family history) and realize that my spirit is truly home in the Roman church.

7.  I have always loved to sing, and one of the experiences that made high school a joy for me was singing in my school's choirs and drama productions.  I know the words to many, many show tunes, as well as inappropriate Boy Scout songs about boogers, gopher guts, and that great ship Titanic ("uncles and aunts, little children lost their pants . . .").  One of the true joys of my life is to burst into loud song in a public place in such a way that my urchins are humiliated.  It's the small things, people.



Heidi also asks me to tell you about seven other bloggers that I think are the bomb-dot-com.  I am delighted to do so!

1.  7 Layer Studio is a lovely blog that I find both inspirational and exhausting.  Shelley is clever and talented and I think "7 Layers" refers to the fact that she has the energy of seven normal people.

2.  Over at A Working Mother's Chatter, Polly just had a baby, y'all!  Her little girl joins two big brothers to make a perfect family!  Polly is sleep-deprived right now, and catches up on blogs in the middle of the night; since she's in Australia, you can probably say hi to her right now!  Hi, Polly!  Hi, sweet baby Annie!  Polly -- go put your feet up!

3.  This foodie blog, 2783 Miles of Meals, is co-written by a former student of mine, so I take far too much quasi-parental pride in it.  I started following partly to keep up with my student, who is a great guy who has a clever way with words. But (against my will, because I hate to cook) I tried some of the recipes and they're fabulous!  And they're very clearly explained, which is kind to kitchen-phobics like me.

4.  OK, so I couple of years ago I stumbled across a blog called "The Sullivans" that I found so compelling.  As is my way, I blew off my life for way too long and read Sara and Brady's story from the beginning.  And people -- their story is riveting!  Love, laughter, fear, heartbreak, faith -- and a baby!  The story continues at Reflections of Grace.  I encourage you to make use of the archives of this remarkable family's blog and read their beautiful story from the beginning.  Get a tissue!

5.  I read The More, The Messier every chance I get because, people, the woman cracks me up.  I feel like I could have a cup of coffee with her and all we would do is laugh.

6.  Kristen over at No Small Thing writes about all four of her kids so beautifully.  Sometimes her musings are sweet or nostalgic or just fill me with a sense of peace.  But oh, my sweet Aunt Pat!  When she writes about her youngest daughter or about the joys of being a dog owner, I weep -- weep -- with laughter.  My favorite Ella quote:  "Oooh -- my hair is killing me!"

7.  And finally, I suspect that most readers here will have at least heard of Ree Drummond, whose blog, Confessions of a Pioneer Woman, is literally world famous.  With two cookbooks, a memoir (optioned for a movie slated to star Reese Witherspoon) and a Food Network cooking show, the woman hardly needs a plug from the likes of me.  But I include her site as a blog you should read, for several reasons.  First, hers was the first blog I ever read.  Although she was already huge at the time, the tone of her blog was so earthy and real and funny -- I wanted to jump right in and join her.  Second, her blog is an exemplar of "this is how it's done, folks."  Setting aside the immense popularity and ad revenues, look at how she has laid out her space:  it's easy to read (the font is simple and big enough, while the white space gives the page a clean, organized feel); the images are eye-catching and compel her narrative forward; she posts consistently every single day.  This is all Blogging 101 stuff -- and she's a great teacher by example.  Finally, I just love to read her funny stories about life on an Oklahoma cattle ranch!  I admit it -- I have drunk the Pioneer Woman Kool-Aid!

This is as crafty as it's going to get.


OK, so I am not a crafter.  I am not crafty at all, because hello -- when you're quilting or learning how to take pictures that are actually in focus or embroidering or re-finishing furniture or scrapping or developing your own film or designing jewelry, you are not reading.

I am a reader.  I am not a crafter.  But I did see some totally cute ideas for graduation gifts on Pinterest.

(Oh, my sweet Aunt Pat.  Pinterest.  I need to fan myself.  And I don't even have an Aunt Pat, but you know what I mean.)

And the crafty tasks looked somewhat do-able, if only because the writers made the [accurate] assumption that I am a crafting moron, so they talked me through the whole thing like they were kindergarten teachers.  Thank the Lord.



Well, so we have a friend who is off to Virginia Tech in the fall -- and she is so happy to be a Hokie which I don't get because  a hokie is a castrated turkey, but whatever.  Go, Hokies.


So I made her this ribbon board for her dorm room (and somewhere right now I just made a Residence Life professional cry into her gin, because they're not dorms.  They're residence halls.  I got a freaking master's degree in Student Affairs, and the one definitive take away I got from all that edifying was that they're not called dorms.  And no.  You can't have a ferret.)



The instructions for how to make the ribbon board came from a great yet demoralizing blog, 7 Layer Studio.  Shelley tricks you into thinking that she's just like you, and dang, isn't crafting hard for all us knuckleheads?  But take a look around her lovely blog, and you'll see that she's an artist.  And not in the hyperbolic way we talk about pretty blogs -- she's an artist artist.   Like, she makes art.  AND she redecorates her entire home for every holiday season.  I'm leaving out the part where she has three young children and she designs and makes all their clothes, and her husband is military, so they moved three times in the two hours that I was hypnotized into her blog.  It's exhausting just to look at the pictures, y'all.  When I got to the post where she laid a new slate and rock terracing system in her back yard -- moving all the stone herself -- I seriously had to decide whether I should just shoot myself because I suck so bad or go get another cup of coffee.  I picked the coffee.

And then I made the damned ribbon board thingy.

 





 




The other school organizer thingy I made came from Diane Henkler, a clever, clever DIY contributor to Momtastic.  This is a thing I will make again for myself -- and the girl in charge wants one for her dorm residence hall room, too.  It really is clever and just my speed -- because the secret ingredient is duct tape.  It anchors each of the layers of ribbon (as you attach them from the top down).  Brilliant!  I was too tired from reading Shelley's blog to take pictures of this project.  When I make it again I'll capture the moment or maybe not.


But I did torment myself a little bit more by going back to Shelley's 7 Layer Studio to follow this tutorial, which showed me how to make a festive as all get-out frou-frou bow to jazz up the organizer thingy.

 

I won't show you the step-by-step, because you can follow it on Shelley's blog just like I did (I literally sat in front of my computer, squinting anxiously at the screen to make sure I was doing it right).  She's pretty confident that I'm a moron, for which I'm grateful.


Still.  They're cute, aren't they? 


UPDATE:  Hey!  check this post out at:
 
Tickled Pink at 504 Main


It feels like a new pair of shoes!

So I have decided to apply a new look to my little blog; I stole the pretty background idea from Ashleigh, whose fabulous blog SPAIN IS MY HAPPY PLACE is so festive and smile-making.  The irony here is that Ashleigh and I both created our original blog looks using the same template.  Great minds think alike -- twice!

I tend to resist change in all its forms so I'm feeling pretty bold.  What do you think?

Things that make my day

Check these out! --

New red shoes!
How can I keep from singing when I'm rockin' the fun red loafers? I mean to say -- gosh!

A new red washing machine!
And how sad is it that a washing machine can make my day? In my defense let me say that:

1) Our washer blew up while the tall boy was in the hospital. Under normal circumstances I would have been all angsty about a new washer purchase less than a year before a college tuition bill kicks us in the head, but that "removing part of my little boy's lung" scenario kind of used up all of my angst for this month.

2) As much as I have enjoyed spending time at the Spin Cycle (get it? <-- catchy laundromat humor?) with the Telemundo ladies, the whole "load all of the family's laundry into the back of the minivan and haul it across town and spend forty bucks in quarters to wash it and dry it AND not get to watch All My Children in English" gig was getting a little old.

3) This washer is red, people!

This bright and cheerful gift from MJ!

It never fails to lift my spirits to receive such a treat! MJ is as nice as pie -- and I really, really like pie. Check back here later today, to see who else is a pie-like friend!