Holiday Jumble

Steve O and me in our new Christmas hats.

A gaggle of Organ's.

The sunset behind the cabin on Christmas day.

My name on a stocking!

The beautiful tree.

Steve O. lights our Menorah.

Pop lights a Menorah with Harry and Allison.

H and A


One of my Christmas goodies from Steve O.

Hello. Remember me? I'm baaaack.

Steve O and I just got in from a wonderful Vacay in Corolla, NC.

One of my favorite people, Christine S. is visiting us from NYC and we will spend the day cooking and gabbing - so stay tuned from those pics.

Christmas was beautiful and fun and what a treat to spend that time with my future in-laws.

Chanukah was also fun and we ate so much I will now be dieting like a mad woman in order to fit into any kind of wedding dress. I actually had a "wedding nightmare" last night.

It was the day of the wedding but neither of us had bought rings, I had no flowers and everyone was dressed fancier than I was. Also - I think I was marrying someone else - that was the scariest part - in my dream it was Steve o. but when I woke up I realized it didn't look like him at all.

I am sure that is typical - I have had many "actors nightmares" but no wedding ones until now.

Anyway - we are brainstorming about wedding ideas now so we can get everything done simply and quickly.

There are also many fun pics of the beach trip. Food and crafts and champagne tasting.

Steve O. gave me a pasta maker for Christmas. I just dropped many hints like "I want a pasta maker" and "I would like a pasta maker" - subtle hints like that.

So the night after we got back from Christmas I made some homemade pasta and gave some of it out as Chanukah gifts. I also kept some which we ate the following night. I only boiled enough for us to eat and left the rest raw in bags in the fridge. So the next day at lunch time I called Steve from work and asked him what he had for lunch and said he had some of the pasta. I said "so you cooked some then?" and he said "No, I had some of the pasta you left in the fridge." and I said "so you cooked it?" and he said "the pasta from the fridge" and I said "you cooked it though?" (I guess you can see where this is going.)

He ate raw pasta. I said "OMG -maybe you should make yourself throw up...do you feel sick?" he paused for a second and said "No." so I said "was it any good?" and he said "It was better last night." and I said "Well, last night it was cooked! at any time during the eating of this pasta did you think to yourself..this tastes an awful lot like raw dough?" "No - I just though it was a little gummy."

I did warn him I had to share this story.

I hope everyone had great Holidays!