if only in my dreams

i have been dabbling in our Christmas movie collection as of late.  i drank hot milk (i am my grandmother’s granddaughter after all) in a santa face mug as i watched a family favorite, "the Santa Claus", last week.  the “rose suchak ladder company” gets me every time.

and this week, i have been on a White Christmas kick.  i hope i am not causing any inward cringing for those by the bookers out there who wouldn’t dare such preemptive Christmas seasonary strikes.  to cushion the blow i will tell you that i am a by the booker in the baking world.  pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, gingerbread, and eggnog all have their proper times and spheres in my world. i dare not cross those invisible seasonal baking lines lest i be forced to turn in my apron.  and i love my aprons. so girlfriend is playing by some rules up in here.

i'll wash my hair with snow

but when i need some comfort in uncomfortable times, the first tangible or watchable or listenable home remedy is a classic Christmas movie, drinking out of a homey Christmas mug and/or listening to some jingly Christmas music. and before you ask, the answer is yes. i listened to amy grant’s Christmas album the other night.  and yes, White Christmas is on (again) right now giving me some background comfort as my fingers do their dramatic jig over the keyboard. don’t judge.

whatever that bartender is pouring i want a little

last year when i was in perhaps the most uncomfortable time of my existence to date, we’ll call them “the cave of chaplain” days, i watched “while you were sleeping” more times than we might call healthy.  first off, it’s set at Christmas time, and we all know that is instant comfort to me.  and i didn’t think of it at the time, but there might of been some subconscious stuff flying around as well because a good portion of the movie was set in the ICU (where i was working at the time).  subconscious musings aside (freshman psych rears it’s ugly head), Christmas music, lights, "the red the green and all of the by the fire place with stockings, and the Christmas tree twinkling and lighting up bright randomly shaped packages wrapped with love" stuff is comforting for me.  

if only in my dreams

china just walked in and gave a weird look because White Christmas is on again and i proceeded to say the abridged version of the above and she said “you aren’t comfortable yet?”. nope. i’m a turtle. i take FOREVER to adjust to stuff.  i am a home girl who likes her street, her porch, her Church, her family, her cave in the upstairs where she cozies up with chocolate and hot milk (or beer) and watches “while you were sleeping”.  it’s just the way i be.  

home

p.s. i wish we wore those dresses they do in White Christmas.  so lady-like.  so lovely and swishy and flowy and movey.  

moving on.  monday evening was a jonah evening (see my obsession with Anne of Green Gables manifesting itself once again in above reference).  i went to trader joe’s to get the essentials.  milk.  bananas. etc.  so at the register i tell the guy don’t worry about bagging the milk.  i have always felt that to be a superfluous endeavor.  oh how the turn tables. i was holding the milk in one arm and the groceries in the other and i decided that it would be a good time to check if i got the right percentage (whole milk= too whole, 2% also a little too whole but still doable, 1% juuuust right, skim-fakery-not real milk).  

in one strange fast forwarded but also slow motion moment SLIP went the milk, GRAB went my arm, miss went the moment and BLAAAAMMMMM went the milk.  busted open. gushing out.  milk everywhere.  and it’s the worst because it’s a HUMONGOUS mess and i can’t do anything to help.  you just can’t in these situations. same with restaurant spills.  i can’t mop up the huge water spill/glass breaking that i just orchestrated with ease.  no, i get to watch you clean it up, slaves.  it’s the worst.  so they tell me to get another one and so i do and then i have to do the walk of shame out of the store.  i get home, a little worse for the wear.  then a few trips back to the refrigerator for some milk let me know that strike 2 was upon me.  milk puddle had formed.  i concluded i got a lemon of a milk gallon.  and so below you see my genius response to situation. and further proof that my insistent collecting of pickle jars was a brilliant move.  

solutions

i didn’t cry over two spilled milks in one night, but it was a monday milktastic jonah evening.  tuesday made up for it with pumpkin bread, White Christmas and house chores.  i don’t mention the job looking because, though important, it does not imply a positive connotation in my book.  i wonder if that is an appropriate use for connotation.  i have full confidence china will be more than willing to supply the answer to that.  

see , i made this at the seasonally appropriate time

this system gives me a milk container and a glass all in one -- cut out the middle man we call "pouring"

Wednesday was the creme de la creme. first of all, it was the Feast of St. Matthew. and the Gospel was so good. Jesus says "I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners" (Matthew 9:13). for any of us humans, that's extremely comforting. way more comforting than any Christmas movie, that's for sure. the call of St. Matthew is a wonderful reminder that He chooses the smallest and most unexpected types to do beautiful things with and through. thankfully, His ways are not our ways. can i get an Amen?

" The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims His handiwork " Psalm 19

the other best part of the day included me spending the night at the McCabes tuesday night so i could be with lianna and sophia aka the little bear of my heart wednesday morning.  i got to give her breakfast and play with her and listen to her fairy laughter and sing “horsey horsey” to her, which she now requests by moving her head from side to side and chiming “horthey horthey”.  the cutest stinkin thing ever.  she is a little fairy muffin and i feel so honored and blessed to have this time with her.  

she is such a big girl with her cereal and spoon

jammie legs and feet

the twinkle twinkle little star of my heart

tomorrow is more job looking and probably more comfort seeking, first and foremost in the Eucharist and the arms of Jesus and the Blessed Mother.  and when i get home it’s a glass of milk poured fresh from a jar and perhaps a few scenes of White Christmas.  who knows?

tomorrow is Friday. and Trishey Clause is coming to town.  our epic trishelisa ramblings will be provided in blogtastic picture form for your perusal soon enough.  

trishelisa on Easter Sunday because that's what we love

until then, may your days be merry and bright.  may your comfort be found in the Sacred Heart of Jesus.  His mercy and love are new every morning.  

Merry Thursday to all and to all a good night!