Friday, November 26, 2010
Now that Halloween, Remembrance Day and Thanksgiving are behind us, Christmas is the next biggy to come. What is the tradition at your house? Here, it's a bit quiet and that's DH's influence; on the other hand, it's better for our waistline. But when I grew up, it was much different...
We used to spend the whole Xmas Eve getting ready to go to midnight mass in our best attire. I come from a large family and we had to take turn with the bathroom. Boy, we sure had to keep our tongues civil and be on our best behaviour for fear that Santa would take away our one and only present. After mass, it was time for the "Réveillon" starting with the opening of presents. To make the event last longer, my father would be handing them to us one at a time. We had to open it in front of everyone and then thank and hug Papa and Mama for the nice present (even if we were disappointed for not having the latest doll or truck). When it was Papa's turn to open his present from Mama, he used to take an excruciating long time to do it. First, he'd try to guess what it was by its weight. He would quickly remove his hand from under the package claiming it was wet, lick his fingers and would say, "Why, I think it's a little puppy!" and everyone would be laughing, the younger ones wide-eyed with excitement. Then he would shake the present a bit and listen to it. "Yep, I thing it's a puppy," he'd say. Finally, he would stretch one leg and reach into his pocket to take his little pocketknife out and start cutting the pieces of tape one at a time, unwrap the present and fold the wrapping carefully before opening the box. It used to drive everyone crazy, especially my mother.
While everyone was playing with their new toys, Mother would be in the kitchen preparing the feast: a huge ham, tourtières, mashed potatoes, carrots, a huge salad, freshly baked bread and homemade butter. For dessert, we had an apple pie and a sugar pie which is like a pecan pie without the pecans. By the time the feast was over, it was usually 3 a.m. Everyone went to bed, stuffed but happy. Now that I'm older, Mother must have been totally exhausted. She was a great woman and I've always regretted not appreciating her the way I should have before she passed. It's been 25 years and I still miss her so. I digress.
Christmas day would start with brunch at around 10:30: leftover ham and eggs, pan-fried potatoes, and crêpes. The day was usually more subdued, with
the kids playing with their new toy and the older ones going to their cousins and friends to see what they got. And of course, Xmas would not be complete without our TURKEY dinner with lots of gravy and creamy potatoes and the traditional 'billot de Noël' (Yule log) for dessert. Boy, how well could Mother cook!
While Christmas was more of a family affair, the New Year celebrations were opened to the extended family... but that is for another blog. Care to share your memories of Christmas past?
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Just wanted to wish all my American fellow sparkers a Happy, Healthy Thanksgiving!
Diane : )
Monday, November 22, 2010
A man in Newfoundland calls his son in London the day before Christmas Eve and says, "I hate to ruin your day but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough".
"Dad, what are you talking about?'" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer", the father says. "We're sick of each other and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Leeds and tell her".
Frantically, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, "Like hell they're getting divorced", she shouts, "I'll take care of this". She calls Newfoundland immediately and screams at her father, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?"and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Done! They're coming for Christmas - and they're paying their own way."
Monday, November 22, 2010
As the grandkids were spending the weekend with us, today was tough to get back to my workout routine. On top of that, I broke one of the pedal on my stationary bike. Bummer! I wonder if they still make that type of bike (it's soooo old) to get a part for it. Let's be optimistic here, perhaps a generic type will fit. Let's hope I can fix it because at this point, this is the only type of cardio exercise I can make (at least that I know of) considering my very sore heel spurs. Double bummer! On top of that, I went for a little walk on Saturday with the baby, maybe 1000 ft or so, and I could feel a 'knocking' in one of my feet (cartilage, bones?!). Triple bummer! Will have to have that checked pronto! OK, better stop this while I'm still ahead as I'm starting to feel down already and nothing has been confirmed yet. Here's to better days. SPARK ON!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
CANADIAN JOKE #6
One day an Englishman, an American, and a Canadian walked into a pub together. They proceeded to each buy a pint of Labatt Blue. Just as they were about to enjoy their beverages, three flies landed in each of their pints.
The Englishman pushed his beer away from him in disgust. The American fished the offending fly out of his beer and continued drinking it as if nothing happened. The Canadian picked the fly out of his drink and started shaking it over the pint, yelling, 'SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT YOU BASTARD!!!'
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