Gingerbread Man Cookie Fail - My daughter’s gingerbread man cookies! The icing might have ended up being the only redeeming quality for these little guys! ….and when she opened the oven door, before she could take them out, the gingerbread men jumped up and ran through the kitchen and out of the house shouting, “Don’t eat me!” Run, run as fast as you can! You can’t catch us…we are the gingerbread men.
For some, joining Pinterest means having to say goodbye
to friends and family. Good news for all
you who are hooked on Pinterest! I
finally got to the end of it today. So
now I guess I have to get off Pinterest and start doing some of the things that
I have pinned, like rock sweaters.
What, I won? I never
win anything…..OK, that might not be totally true, but I have never won a radio
show call in give-away, a door prize, or Publishers Clearing House (now that
would be sweet). I have won coupons to Smoothie King, six dollars playing the
lottery, and a Tupperware tiny scraper – great for cleaning your dishes and
pans (baaaahaaaaaa). I have actually
seen pop-ups saying I won something, but I never click on them for fear that a
naked person might pop up. So, why do I
feel like Donald Trump today?
I attended a Christmas party last night, and the hostess had
a shiny jar of money displayed, glinting from the Christmas tree
lights. The person who came the closest to guessing
the total would win it. I guessed $101
and it was $104…..yep, I won it. Oh, I’m
not finished….we also played a Christmas Monopoly game….won again! All in all, I won $211.00. This is why I feel like Donald Trump
today! A big thank you to the wonderful
hostesses, Debbie and Sandy!
Have you ever been the only person in an ugly sweater at an “Ugly
Sweater” Christmas party? I went to Goodwill and searched high and low for the perfect ugly sweater; I knew I would
know it when I saw it….you know the kind with poof balls dangling down a thick red
cable knit competing with nauseating hues or felt snowmen and reindeer flowing
across the front. However, I just could
not find a suitable ugly sweater for the party, so, I made my own. I simply printed pictures of the people that
would be at the party along with an “Ugly Sweater” tag and pinned them to a
sweater. Footnote: After arriving at the party, I discovered
that women actually wear pretty sweaters to these parties and just
call them “Ugly Sweaters”!
Here is a sweet picture of two of my adorable grandsons. OK….so the halo of the one on the left might be a little tilted as he prepares to shoot his older brother with a bow and arrow. I can definitely relate to that twinkle in his eyes, and the halo worn a little to the side. Thank goodness God always gives us another chance to straighten those crooked halos.