A Baker’s Four Dozen

So today I spent the day baking, baking Christmas Cookies!

The first were called Sand Tarts, which I got from my sister blog Mysterious Eats. They’re posting the recipe next Friday, but gave me a sneak peak. They look good, and seem tasty. You see I could only eat a little bit of each cookie as I’m still recovering from having my wisdom teeth extracted.

I was making a dozen for one of my jobs, as this Sunday is their annual Christmas Children’s Program.

After I made those I moved on to bake the Regency Ginger Cookies, also from mysteriouseats.wordpress.com, for a Christmas Cookie Party that I am planning on going to. Not only did I want to do them because I’m all about Jane Austen, but figured no one else will do that type of cookie.

So this morning as I prepared to make four dozen cookies (one for the kids and three for the Christmas Cookie party) I decided, hey I should bake in my pajamas, so I can be comfy.

And then I thought I shouldn’t put on any makeup or do my hair either.

I mean after all I was going to get ingredients all over me, was probably going to make a huge mess I’d have to clean up anyway, etc. I mean why bother?

Majorly

But it seems like no one else got the memo. I had people stopping by all day.

No one ever visits me without calling first, except on the day that I am a super mess.

It was kind of funny as they looked at me with surprise and shock and how messy and grossly I was dressed.

What are you wearing?

But that’s how it goes. And now that I am done cooking, all I want to do is lay down.

I also sampled way too many cookies.

But hey, Christmas comes but once a year, so live it up!

For more Christmas traditions, go to O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

For more Jane Austen Quotes, go to You’ve Got to Accentuate the Positive

For more stories of my everyday life, go to A Real Life Saver

So I never believed in Santa Claus when I was a kid.

It’s not like I hate him or anything or want him gone forever. My parents told me that he lived years ago and died, so the Santa that exists today is more of a feeling than an actual person. But even though I wasn’t a Santa person, I still like a few Christmas Carols that involve him.

One of my favorites is Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane). I first sang it back when I was in Girl Scouts and we went into the nursing homes to carol.

It was written in the 1940s by Gene Autry, who got the idea after he was Santa Claus in a parade. Since then it has been covered by numerous artists; like Elvis Presley, Doris Day, and Bing Crosby to name a few.

My favorite version? The one from The Year Without a Santa Claus

For more Christmas Carols, go to Hark the Herald Angels Sing

For more on The Year Without a Santa Claus, go to 25 More Films of Christmas

It’s That Time of the Year Again

So it’s that time of the year again.

Seriously, when the girl scout cookies come out its over. Don’t even try to hold back as you just know:

No, stop! Alright.

I always tell myself that I will buy one box of Thin Mints, but usually end up with the Mints and Tagalongs, or Samoas, or Savannah Smiles, or…. Even though they’ve hiked up the prices to be being $5

I know, right? And you know the only reason they get away with it is that they aren’t sold all year round. Those jerks.

And you know once you start eating, it doesn’t just stop. Nope, you eat and eat and eat and eat, etc.

And as you eat and eat and eat, etc. It gets to the point where you start telling yourself this so that you feel better.

You know those people who are always trying to prove who’s the stronger one? Well:

Writing this so makes me want to eat some. I mean seriously, I need someone to watch me with those things.

I sometimes think I need someone to keep me on track.

But then I think screw it!

For more scenes from my everyday life, check out Final Destination: Bike Edition