snoopy wreathWell, I’m home after having a brief supper with Derek, Mike, Mom, Wilton, Anna and some assorted misc. Brazilian pals of mater’s.

It was very nice to see Anna… she’s a nice Swedish lady about my mom’s age, very cool. She made glΓΆgg(sp?) (glug?), something I knew nothing about until last year, via my sweet flower. The drink is a mulled wine mixed with vodka, cim-a-nim, some spices and orange peel. fragrant, warming, and delicious. She gave me a very traditional present, a lovely one… cloves stuck in oranges as a sort of potpourri on a beautiful plate with a holiday scene drawn on it.

My brother and I abstained from trading physical gifts this year, instead, we simply wished one another well, and had a good time together.(He did however weave a great little cat-dancer for Newt out of some palm fronds. πŸ™‚ very keen, and Newtieboy really digs it.) I met his roommate Mike and he seems like a stand-up guy.

We got mom a bottle of wine, a little cardinal knickknack, and a card…all of which I imagine she’ll like when she opens them up tomorrow. (no big prezzies until the 25th, that’s the rule.)

supper was nice, broccoli cassarole, potatoes au gratin, rice, aparagus something or another, and there was pork for them that wanted it… and the conversation was ok, some things flowed well, others, no so much. I’m glad that Anna and my Brother were there to lubricate conversation, and aid in the general flow. I got a bit stressed near the end, mostly due to the claustrophobic surroundings, and way too much portuguese and my inability to cleanly translate much of it. Hugs and smiles were given all around when I left, so that’s a boon.

In my stocking there was some lovely loot, the majority of which were toiletries… bath gel, razors, exfoliant for feeties, a new toothbrush, and outside of theme, a swiss-army knife. nice… I’ve been wanting a replacement for my old one, which has been resharpened and weathered to death. The blades on the new one need sharpening, though, especially on the scissors, so I’ll devote some time to that tomorrow… using the whetstone is very soothing, and I’ve not made use of it in a long time. I have no idea how to sharpen the sawblades, though. Oh well. the rest are darn handy.

I’m full, and calm… on a good way to holiday cheer. πŸ™‚

good day today.

spent time with dan-boy this morning, got kissies and hugs from my sweetie this afternoon (along with all the tingles and heart-leaps that goes with them), and getting together with the bro for dinner in about an hour. Life’s good.

Happy Holidays to everyone!

He clept my house bedizened with lights “Tacky-o-rama, but dang purty.”

bedizen bih-DY-zuhn, transitive verb:

To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.

Bedizen is the prefix be-, “completely; thoroughly; excessively” + dizen, an archaic word meaning “to deck out in fine clothes and ornaments,” from Middle Dutch disen, “to dress (a distaff) with flax ready for spinning,” from Middle Low German dise, “the bunch of flax placed on a distaff.”

clepe (kleep) verb tr., past participle cleped/clept or ycleped/yclept
(i-KLEPT)

To call or name.

[From Middle English clepen, from Old English cleopican, from clipian (tospeak or call).

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. – J.M.Barrie πŸ™‚

So a Cleptomaniac would be one who loves to call people all the time?

He clept my house bedizened with lights "Tacky-o-rama, but dang purty."

bedizen bih-DY-zuhn, transitive verb:

To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.

Bedizen is the prefix be-, “completely; thoroughly; excessively” + dizen, an archaic word meaning “to deck out in fine clothes and ornaments,” from Middle Dutch disen, “to dress (a distaff) with flax ready for spinning,” from Middle Low German dise, “the bunch of flax placed on a distaff.”

clepe (kleep) verb tr., past participle cleped/clept or ycleped/yclept
(i-KLEPT)

To call or name.

[From Middle English clepen, from Old English cleopican, from clipian (tospeak or call).

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. – J.M.Barrie πŸ™‚

So a Cleptomaniac would be one who loves to call people all the time?

Morning Folks!

Goin’ out to breakfast with Danny, to exchange gifts…. He got time at Dave & Busters, and I think he’s getting me bookshelves. πŸ™‚ Right now, I’m looking more foreward to a chai with his goofy conversation than physical prezzies.

I should be home by noon… tonight at about 6ish I go out to supper with my brother, mother, and that gang. I hope peace can be kept for a bit, and it passes pleasantly and swiftly.