Mosha and I were finally able to smooth things over during our car ride home. The snow storm was pretty bad, and I will admit that I was terrified. I don’t have 4-wheel drive in my SUV, and neither Mosha or myself had ever driven in the snow before. At certain points the wind was blowing this now so hard that we could barely see in front of us. I was gripping the handle of the car door when Mosha broke the silence and asked if I was scared, to which I replied yes. He asked why I was scared, and I told him I was afraid of getting into an accident or getting stuck in the snow. He reached over and grabbed my hand and held it. I asked him if we should turn around and go back to my parents’ place and just stay there, and Mosha said if it got worse then we would. We eventually talked about the music problem, and we were able to come to an understanding.
Along the way we stopped on the side of the road to play in the snow and let Milo go potty. It was still storming and freezing, so we weren’t stopped for long. The rest of the way home we spent time talking, listening to music and I dozed off from time to time.
We ended up arriving home shortly before 5pm, which gave me about an hour to eat and get dolled up for our night out at the ballet.
The ballet was everything I remembered: whimsical, full of talent, entertaining. We arrived early and had a chance to look at the various nutcrackers and souvenir items they had for sale. Mosha bought me a cute little purple nutcracker ornament for my Christmas tree. He knows I love purple and glitter, so naturally I adored it.
We made our way to our seats and waited for the show to begin. The Hall was pretty empty since we were some of the first ones to arrive, but right before showtime the place was full. There was an intermission before Act II, and once Act II began it went by relatively quickly.
After the show we grabbed some dinner and headed home. We ended the night by watching the movie Everest before we went to bed. The movie is amazing (and sad) and worth the watch.
I’m not sure if this will come through or not since my emails before were not working, but I’m praying it does.
I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas. I wish you were here with us and the family. It’s never the same without you, and I always remember the last Christmas we had together when you surprised me with a stack of presents. I miss seeing your face and being able to hug you and tease one another. I miss my brother.
Whatever you choose to do today, I want you to know that you have a sister who is thinking of you and a God who is with you, right by your side.
I love you, Brotherface.
We pulled over to play in the snow on the way up to my parents’ place since we weren’t sure if there would be snow stuck to the ground at their house. It was Milo’s first time in the snow and also my first time in the snow since I was a child, meaning that Mosha and I had also never been in the snow together.
- Milo and Nikki were in love with the snow, and
- I was not dressed for snow weather.
While I was seizing the moment by taking a picture, I was pelted in the back by something. I turned around to see Mosha grinning like a madman, leaning down, grabbing more ammunition. A snowball fight ensued, which went a little like this:
- Mosha hits me with a snowball.
- I throw a snowball but miss.
- Mosha hits me with another snowball.
- I throw and miss.
Do you see the pattern?
It actually wasn’t so bad. I managed to hit him more often than I missed, but I’m positive that they didn’t hit him as hard as the ones he hit me with. I’m just glad he missed my face and stuck to hitting me in my fleshy parts, where it didn’t sting so bad.
Our snowball fight was short lived. It was freezing outside and the wind was picking up, so we decided it was best to get back on the road. I’m glad that we took the time to enjoy the moment. It’s the small experiences like this one that stick out in the forefront of my mind.
Materials: Wood block, sanded Black chalkboard paint Decorative card stock or scrapbook paper Glue
This is a snowman decoration I made this evening. Materials: Styrofoam — for head, body and feet Red felt — for scarf and mittens Black felt — for hat Small piece of garland — for Christmas tree Sticks (3) — one to hold the head and body together and two for the feet Plastics snowflake […]
I went on a wild hunt for my collection of stamps and my embossing heat tool, which led to me pulling out all of the Christmas decorations and putting them up. I’m missing some…particularly a set of moose stuffed animals that I put out on my entertainment center. (My mom and pops gave them to me when I was younger because the girl moose’s name is Holly Moose. I forget the boy’s name, but his antlers light up.) I also can’t seem to find my fake Christmas tree, but I’m not 100% sure that I didn’t give it away at some point. I’m more of a real tree gal, and I may have sworn off using fake ones at some point. This year, we decided to have our first Christmas up at the cabin, which might feel more like Christmas since it’ll be snowing. I’ve never been to the snow with D before, so that’ll be a lot of fun. I think that I will opt for buying one of those mini trees, since we won’t even be here on Christmas. There’s also not much room for my tree with my new ginormous couches. I also need to buy a stocking for Nikki. Right now she’s the only one missing one.
After getting distracted with the Christmas decorating, I found two boxes of old letters and photographs. I started reading some of he letters (most were from my brother) and got all emotional. I miss that guy so much. Thankfully, I’ll only have to endure the rest of this year and next without him.
It wasn’t until after I read through various letters that I went back to my stamp hunt. I found my two boxes of stamps along with my embossing tool, which means it was a successful night. In the same box, I found 3 very old journals. One was a journal-journal, with thoughts. The other two were filled with various poems and prose that I wrote in middle school and high school. Some of them were cringe-worthy while reading, while others had me questioning my sanity as a child. It’s funny to see how different my style of writing is now compared to back then. I’ve made so much progress over the years. Still, I think that I’ll type them up and add them to this blog, for preservation and a good laugh. So stay tuned!
I’ve decided to try baking cookies for friends and family this year. I’ve helped my mom out before, when she used to literally make dozens and dozens of cookies (I’m talking 30+ types of cookies, over 50 of each) for people around the holidays, but I’ve never taken the task on by myself. I figure now with what has happened this last week with school I have some extra time to devote to oh say anything really, so why not something that will make other people happy? I’ll probably start today, since I plan on giving them out Sunday and for as many as I’m going to make, it’ll probably take a few days. Mix in the fact that I’m a bit under the weather, and I’m sure that it will take a few days to get this done. I think that it’ll be good for me to do something for other people. I’m sure that it’ll keep me busy and keep my mind occupied, and an occupied mind is definitely welcome at the moment.