Holiday wrapping
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icarusI'm looking at a sea of presents. A big green box with gold ribbon that has ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wildernessguru dying of curiosity.
"It's something I've wanted to get you for years," I told him.
"A blow-up doll?"
I should keep him guessing just to see how weird these get.
There's a little oblong thing-y with curved edges in gold wrap and burgundy ribbon with Indian edging. Then there's the silver soft package with the puff of blue snowflake ribbon. I told him I bought this from a head shop but he'll never guess what it is. I'm evil. But his eyes are shining like a little kid's.
Then there's a big bowl-shaped thing in old-fashioned rose paper with a red card. Inside is rose petal jam, an elegant flavored vinegar, and another unusual jam. Beside it's a gold box with a black-and-gold lid in a floral pattern with stars, unfinished. Inside, little jars of Mt. St. Helen's honey nestled in red tissue paper. The salesclerk was wonderful when she learned WG's mom was coming out of chemo, "I'm so glad you told me" and recommended specific types of honey that had more vitamins. The man with the jellies was also solicitous and eager to help.
I'll have to tell WG's mom what great service we got, thanks to her. She'll be amused.
There's the stack of red-green-green-red flat objects all tied together with sparkle ribbon: the coolest balsa wood peacock you put together and paint, with a set of 25 multi-colored sharpies and colored paper. That's for WG's artistic little niece.
Beyond that's an ugly breadbox shaped package in shiny green and gold for WG's brother.
Then there are the unwrapped presents. The copy of Bill Clinton's My Life for WG's die-hard Republican dad. The cookbook and cookies for WG's niece. The gloves and "Gu" in "chocolate outrage!" flavor for WG's ski-boarding nephew. The gift-basket I shrink-wrapped myself with a hair dryer for WG's sister -- what do you do with the fluff of remaining wrap?
WG went all out. Okay. He handed me money and I went all out. Perfect combination though. He has cash. I have time. And as you've probably noted, he's also delegated the wrapping.
*Icarus passes out*
wildernessguru dying of curiosity. "It's something I've wanted to get you for years," I told him.
"A blow-up doll?"
I should keep him guessing just to see how weird these get.
There's a little oblong thing-y with curved edges in gold wrap and burgundy ribbon with Indian edging. Then there's the silver soft package with the puff of blue snowflake ribbon. I told him I bought this from a head shop but he'll never guess what it is. I'm evil. But his eyes are shining like a little kid's.
Then there's a big bowl-shaped thing in old-fashioned rose paper with a red card. Inside is rose petal jam, an elegant flavored vinegar, and another unusual jam. Beside it's a gold box with a black-and-gold lid in a floral pattern with stars, unfinished. Inside, little jars of Mt. St. Helen's honey nestled in red tissue paper. The salesclerk was wonderful when she learned WG's mom was coming out of chemo, "I'm so glad you told me" and recommended specific types of honey that had more vitamins. The man with the jellies was also solicitous and eager to help.
I'll have to tell WG's mom what great service we got, thanks to her. She'll be amused.
There's the stack of red-green-green-red flat objects all tied together with sparkle ribbon: the coolest balsa wood peacock you put together and paint, with a set of 25 multi-colored sharpies and colored paper. That's for WG's artistic little niece.
Beyond that's an ugly breadbox shaped package in shiny green and gold for WG's brother.
Then there are the unwrapped presents. The copy of Bill Clinton's My Life for WG's die-hard Republican dad. The cookbook and cookies for WG's niece. The gloves and "Gu" in "chocolate outrage!" flavor for WG's ski-boarding nephew. The gift-basket I shrink-wrapped myself with a hair dryer for WG's sister -- what do you do with the fluff of remaining wrap?
WG went all out. Okay. He handed me money and I went all out. Perfect combination though. He has cash. I have time. And as you've probably noted, he's also delegated the wrapping.
*Icarus passes out*
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Date: 2006-12-23 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-23 08:49 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-12-23 03:31 pm (UTC)If not, what about this (http://www.woollymammoth.com/keith/writing/teaching.html)?
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Date: 2006-12-23 08:38 pm (UTC)Amazing, but so true, the arrogance of some of these teachers. I thank my lucky stars that my first creative writing teacher at the community college:
a) was a published poet
b) had 10 years experience teaching
c) had a warm, engaging attitude about teaching writing, announcing that we all have stories to tell and story-telling was inherent to us as human beings
I continue to be amazed at the quality of the teaching at the community colleges. Far more consistantly good, up to date, and supportive than at the universities.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-12-23 08:43 pm (UTC)2) I'll do it, if you want. No skin off my nose. Different country. (you might want to flock this entry, though)
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Date: 2006-12-24 01:52 am (UTC)Try it on freshly made shortbread.
Pure. Heaven.
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Date: 2006-12-25 06:09 am (UTC)despite the fact that christmas was originally based on jesus, i just don't care about that anymore. christmas is about family and having fun. that's it.
my uncle rented a mansion in tennessee, and i'm meeting cousins i didn't even know i had. there's tons of people here, and i've NEVER seen a christmas tree with this many presents under and surrounding it...it's quite impressive... to describe them would take all night..
there are about 6 kids in the house too, and they'll be waking us all up around 6am...
gotta love family :)