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It’s Starting to Feel a Lot Like Christmas

  • Posted on November 23, 2009 at 8:15 am



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About 15 Years Ago I Bought Some Christmas Ornaments Made of Biscuit Dough and I Would Like the Recipe Please

  • Posted on November 22, 2009 at 2:14 pm

They are cookie cutter hearts and houses. Their top surface is very gently rounded, almost flat, and they are about half an inch thick and an even light brown colour. They have a hole with ribbon through to hang in the tree. They definitely look like they are made of foodstuff and not craft clay or anything, yet they are not salt dough and they have not been glazed or varnished. They have not deteriorated in 15 years and not been attacked by biscuit beetle or bugs. I keep them in a glass jar. There is royal icing piping on them in patterns of snow flakes and dots and swirls. They came in cellophane bags when I bought them AND WOULD YOU BELIEVE, THE CELLO BAGS WENT YELLOW, HARD AND CRACKED AND SELF DESTRUCTED AFTER ABOUT 3 YEARS, so I put them in fresh cello bags every few years. I would love to make some more. The labels came off them years ago and got lost. I bought them in a department store. They are about 5 inches across.
Dear ViSaja
I clicked on the link, thank you. In Australia, white glue that is used in school by kids, is called KLAG. I suppose it would be equal to Elmer’s. After reading your answer, I bit the bullet and went to the jar and with trepidation, tongued one of the hearts. No taste of salt at all, could taste flour, and had aftertaste of maybe GLUE. I will try the recipe, thank you. After I wash my mouth out!!!!
Joanne, thank you for your link. I joined that site.

I’d Like to Buy a Christmas Ornaments From a Charity for Each of My Employees.?

  • Posted on November 21, 2009 at 7:15 am

Any ideas on what charities are selling ornaments to raise money?

Do You Like the Holiday Story I Wrote?

  • Posted on November 21, 2009 at 2:15 am

I’m in 9th grade and my English teacher had us write a short holiday story.

What should I title it?
Do you like the story, the writing style?

Cold water soaked her right ankle and oozed quickly down into her favorite shoes, a pair of beaten up converse. “Damnit!” she yelled, though over the loud, pouring rain, her family couldn’t hear her, as they scrambled to get into the silver SUV. They had just started their holiday shopping at the mall for the distant relatives. It was cold, wet, and miserable. Winter. Turning on the radio, her dad hoped to put everyone in a little bit better mood, but the over sung Christmas song by some unknown female pop star looking to cash in on the commercialized holiday put Noel Riga in an even worse mood.
She hated everything about the holiday season. She hated the mindless materialism, the hypocrisy of it all, the crowded malls, the terrible music, and everyone looking for a tip. But most of all, Noel despised that it was a family holiday and that her relatives felt obligated to come over. A fight would always break out, like last year, when her grandma screamed in broken English that she was leaving, and never wanted to see her unappreciative family ever again. The annual holiday party her mom hosted was yet another catastrophe, because her mom’s opinion on clean could rival that of an operating room or a five-star hotel. But Noel couldn’t just help dust and vacuum, she had to do it all while being yelled at at an excruciatingly loud decibel by her mother. It was awful.
And yet another quip of hers was her name. Noel!? There really couldn’t have been a worse name for a Scrooge like herself. She considered going by her middle name for a while, but Carol wasn’t much better.
So, as her calendar got more and more X’s on the month of December, Noel found herself dreading the holiday season more than usual. She wished with a snap she could make it January 2nd, and forget about the horrid holiday’s altogether.
It was her family’s tradition to make their wish lists on December 15th, exactly ten days before the big day. She scoffed at her brother’s list, which was frightfully long and detailed¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬: “#16. Slip on vans, blue with black trim, size 13. Check online.” She pondered what to put on her list. She had pretty much everything she needed or wanted, and the few things she needed or wanted already, and the couple small things she desired could be bought with the money given to her by an aunt or uncle who wouldn’t dare getting a more personalized gift, lest he or she get the wrong thing.
So Noel’s list contained only one item- a drama-free, happy Christmas and Hanukkah celebration. That was all. Unfortunately, she knew her twin brother was more likely to get everything on his long list, which was now being continued on the back of college-ruled notebook paper. She had little hop or faith in her family. “How are we supposed to get you that?” they asked.
Noel sighed. Looks like another crappy December.
But she had spoken too soon. Her mother had informed her that she would be forgoing the holiday party. The relatives came, and went for a walk any time the tension became uncomfortable. The Riga’s even agreed to not play holiday music, unless it was a true classic.
Noel helped her mom put all the old keepsake ornaments in the tree while eating homemade gingerbread cookies, the whole time wearing a (gasp!) Santa hat. And for the first time in her 14 year life, she was proud of her name: Noel Carol Riga.

Ss Norway Is Being Sold for Scrap – A Report on What a Cruise Was Like on the Legendary Vessel

  • Posted on November 20, 2009 at 1:14 am


The SS Norway, of the Norwegian Cruise Line, was one of the superbe olde ships I had forever hunted to go on. Their seven-day cruise was over Thanksgiving out of Miami to the Caribbean. It was a Big group Cruise with dance masss and four well-known swing posses from the beyond. whole — I like the old jazz and big posse song and I like to dance but evenly don’t have a good dance partner. I marked up.

Sailing on the Norway bowed out to be a outing back in time. She was built in 1960 as the notorious SS France, more than 1,000 feet long, a 110 base beam, and with about 2,000 passengers and a crew of 900 who come from all over the world.

You felt the superb tradition as rapidly as you paneled. The Norway still coretained a type and graciousness reminiscent of prior cruising. The ship has been refurbished numerous stage, but the art deco murals, hand-laid tile mosaics, polished teak rails, and the sailing antiques from cruises past have sensibly been preserved, and as you strolled the long stroll deck you felt like you were cruising where back in time. As you dined, you knew you were dining where notorious stars had dined, and you look at the murals and primary art machinery conscious they were there in those early time when others before you sat in this locale, outlooked those same murals, and engaged in the same kind of lively conversations with others as you’re liability now. Later that sundown, you half assume Cary award, elegant in his tuxedo, to wander down the deck and spare nonchalantly next to you on the rail.

It takes a while to find your way around. The Norway is 10 blocks long and 12 decks high. There is an Intercitizen Deck lined with footpath cafes and boutiques; on the Olympic Deck is the ability pivot with schooner ramparts so you can effect while gazing out at the sea; on a minor deck you come leading a depraved Roman Spa that offers massages, aromatherapy, body wraps, saunas, steam locales, and an covered team for water effect. On assorted decks are two teams, a jogging road, seven bars, six inputtainment lounges, one superb balllocale, a club, a large nightclub, disco, an ice-cream parlor, files, piano bar, and a drama for first run and old classic films. If you indigence them, there is a hairdresser, laundry, dry cspareer, masseuse, and strength facilities.

The Norway has 1,039 statelocales, each with individually controlled air-conditioning, beingal bath with shower, TV, radio and handset. Some suites have a isotardyd living locale and bedlocale in addition to a master bedlocale. Most penthouse suites have beingal balconies. One sundown we were invited to a gang in the vendor’s suite. It was spectacular, with a wrap-around loggia, living locale, bedlocale, dressing locale and jacuzzi. Our mass — a previous regutardy detective from Illinois who had won a core gamble of many millions and was celebrating. We had a minus spectacular small lodge with a aperture.

prime job every day — choosing from among the substance to do. There were Broadway shows, effect lessons, dance instruction, basketball, golf energetic and putting, paddleball, ring pong, shufflepanel, skeet shooting, snorkeling lessons and excursions, volleyball, devise shows, mauve-tasting, art auctions, lectures, a tea for superbparents, a churn for singles, and a champagne gang for honeymooners. There weren’t many kids apanel this cruise, but generally there was a youth series with a children’s playlocale, kids and teenager activities, and special shore excursions. How can anyone ever say they would be bored on a cruise?

We left Miami tardy in the daylight and the activities happening immediately. Some passengers immediately headed for the nightclub, waiting for it to open when we got farther the legal miles. The nightclub was set up for blackjack, craps, roulette, baccarat, 200 slot apparatus and a few new playoffs I hadn’t heard of. I was pleased on deck, listening to the song, snacking off the reception-apanel pummel, and study the seashore fade behind.

I’ was alswift relieved I had made this surety. I felt like a different being. The holiday scuttle on land doesn’t utilize here. I watched the waves violate alongsection the ship and the kindle trail behind. The air was light. Holiday weakness? — poof. The only transfer jam here would be the first people in line waiting to input the dining locale to dig in to another meal. The only suretys would be whether to store on panel, in seaport, or both, or play golf or tennis, go swimming at some composed stifling seashore or work hard at booming-sea fishing. And tonight I would have to elect whether to have the conch fritters or shrimp, or light baked bread or blueberry muffins, or substanceed Cornish hen or grilled swordfish, or coconut meringue pie or that ‘casualty-by-chocotardy’ dessert. Or a little of each. And I never would have to look for a according place!

By the first night we were assembly people, and grim dancing had alswift begun. I have never seen so many people in one place who enjoyed dancing so greatly and who knew so greatly about jazz and big posse song. You could wander from balllocale to balllocale, and in between on the Intercitizen Deck you could sit and confer to the passengers reminiscing and comparing memories as they listened to a complimentary 24-hour CD jukebox stocked with abundance selections of living of jazz and big posse recordings.

Four posses were singing this week, alternating two each night: the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra conducted by partner Morrow, Si Zentner and his Orchestra, the Bob Crosby Orchestra conducted by Ed Metz Jr, and the irritate James Orchestra conducted by Art Depew. And every night in the Cafe Intercitizene, which bowed out to be my desired place, was the posse whose drummer worn to play the background song for the old Fred Astaire movies. He still played the old personal bscuttle drum arrangements for ‘Stepring Out with My Baby’ and ‘Top Hat and Tails’. I met the six gentlemen dance masss in their flotilla blazers and colorless khakis and danced my first dances.

A few time out at sea the baton began to put up Christmas plants, more than 50, around all the decks. A few passengers helped put on some substance. In the spirit of the holitime, the tape route featured classic holiday films as well as stage movies, big posse performances, and interoutlooks with old well-known big posse stars. We all had the holiday spirit. But it’s different out here. There’s no hassle. Our first seaport finish was St. Maarten/St. Martin. (The island is alienated in two, half Dutch and half French. ) The Dutch seaport, where we docked, was Philipsburg. On the other section is Marigot, with some seasection French cafes. In between there is the seashore at Mullet Bay with heaps of sway formations for good photo ops, swimming, and exploring. There is task-boundless storering on both sections, with merchandise ranging from inpricey t-shirts to pricey bracelets and French and Caribbean demarker clothing. some shore excursions were vacant. In the morning we chose to go sailing on a 12-Metre racing schooner that had raced in the America’s Cup. In the daylight we wandered along from store to store in the sun with calypso song in the background, then finishped for a cool swig on a respiteaurant yard along the ocean, and thought about the people storering in the crowds back home.

Next finish was St. John, the U. S. Virgin Island that is a sheltered citizen accord. There are drain seashorees there and some superb climbing trails. We chose sailing again, while others chose seashoreing, sightseeing around the island by trip bus, or went on one of numerous snorkel/scuba dives. Our schooner took us over to St. Thomas, where we trapped up with the ship. Most of the people went into urban to do some task-boundless storering so their Christmas storering would be done when they got home. Others headed for Magen’s Bay, most accepted seashore in the locale. Another group went snorkeling at the sheltered reefs of lowest Island, where feeding fish by hand underwater is a highlight, and others outlooked coral and sea life on the Atlantis marine. We were back on panel in plethora of time for a respite and a shower before dinner, and more big posse song and dancing.

I have three brilliant memories from the support decorous night. One was the group of songians meeting around the CD juke box, singing the old substance and reminiscing. “That’s foremost Holley on deep, with thump Stewart, one of those brilliant stage they played together. ” “Who’s the drummer?” “Sounds like Oliver Jackson. ” “Right. evoke the night . . . ” I just sat and listened, grinning, pleased to be part of it. The support recall was the outlook at 1 a. m. in the core balllocale. Some of the adult people were snoozing meeting on the section banquettes, too bushed to dance anymore, but too immovable to delay the good song.

It was after 2 a. m. when I happening back to my statelocale, pleasing my everyday stroll beyond the CD juke box to get a breath of sea air before rotary in. The reminiscing songians were vanished, but one elderly join were there, slim and tiny in their decorous clothes, with their arms around each other, forlorn in memories, dancing to an old Tommy Dorsey modify. I had tears in my eyes as I strolled back to my lodge.

The next day was seashore day on a little island in the Bahamas — Great Stirrup Cay. I worn to live in the Bahamas on one of the outislands, so it was brilliant to get back to transparent turquoise Bahamian waters. I strolled the seashore, and remembered my five living living in the islands.

At the end of seven time, the ship was saccordling with decorations, swift for the Christmas and New Year’s Cruise. They were alswift perfectly booked. But, I thought, I can mark up for next year. But time got away and now she will sail no more.

I Would Like to Start a Tradition of Giving My Best Friend’s Daughter a Keepsake Christmas Gift ?

  • Posted on November 17, 2009 at 12:14 pm

I would like to start a tradition of giving my best friend’s daughter a keepsake christmas gift. She just turned one and I’m not really sure if I should go the fun route and give her gifts that she will enjoy for now or give her mementos that she will have for years to come. Any ideas?

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