Random Thursday: The Twelve Dwarves of Christmas, a Pie, and a Lie

This may be the first video-less Random Thursday (barring one link) since I threw the first one together–that’ll teach y’all to send me stuff I can’t share in public!

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Don’t Leave Hobbiton Without it!

The first part of The Hobbit,  which I might have mentioned once or twice over the past year and a half, opens around here this Friday.  My friends and I are planning to wait for a week or so until we can hit a matinee and actually hear the movie over the squees and/or groans of fellow Hobbiteers.*

It’s been a long wait already—to tide myself over, I’ve been following the vblog of the production, which includes a great feature of the twelve  highly-individual dwarf characters, whom even Peter Jackson gets confused at the read-through (“Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Dwalin, Fili, erm, Dasher, Dancer, Comet, Cupid . . . ?”).

Luckily, the LOTRProject has us hopeless geeks fans covered:

Dwarves Cheat Sheet

The Lord of the Rings Project has even more cool stuff on its website, including timelines, maps, population stats, and an amazing genealogy of Tolkein’s characters.

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Don’t Forget!

Kids singing

You have until this Tuesday at Midnight CST to post your skewed holiday poems or lyrics in the comments of the

 Chrishanukwanzmadanfestivus Poetry Contest post (or e-mail ‘em to me)

 for a chance to win a fabulous prize, suitable for regifting!

 So far, there are two names in the hat and one ineligible, ‘cause she’s family.

Dreidel Cat!

 

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Brakes on, brakes off

Around the dinner table Tuesday:

Mint Pie“What’s for dessert, Mommy?” asked Sunny.

“Not sure,” I said, “But I want pie.  Do we have any of that mint pie left?”

“Nope,” said Watson.

“I want pie!” said Jane.

“Watson,” I whined said.  “If I give you twenty bucks, will you go buy me—I mean, us—a pie?”

“Yeah, right,” she said.

“Pie sounds good,” said my MIL.  “If you wanted to go.”

“Um. I don’t really have enough gas—”

“I’ll loan you my car keys,” I said.

Watson paused.  “Janie?  If I give you twenty bucks and your mother’s car keys, will you drive down to the Village Inn and buy a—”

“She can’t reach the pedals, yet,” I said.

Jane stood up.  “Sunny, come with me!” she said, to much laughter.

Sunny’s eyes bugged and she  put out both hands to ward off her sister.

Watson did the same.  “Okay, kid—this one is the brake,” she said, waving her right hand.  “And this is the gas . . . ”

No, we didn’t let them—we forced my husband go last night . . . He brought back a festively decorated chocolate cream instead of mint, but we forgave him.

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Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean. . .

Speaking of holiday songs, after hearing “The Christmas Song”—the “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire” one—every single time the car radio is on, my opinion of the song has changed, just a bit.

You know those lines, Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe / Help to make the season bright ? It occurred to me, while waiting on an on-ramp for bridge traffic to sort itself out that this wasn’t a simple, innocent  nod to tradition.

But just in case, I checked:

“Janie?  Mistletoe is poisonous, right?”
“Yes, Mom.”**

 See?  It’s a murder plot.***

Christmas Stress

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Looking for some Holiday Serenity?

Here you go:

GingerFirefly

Click on the image for a step-by-step Making Of !

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Last Minute Lie

Blame Siobhan—this hit my inbox just before I hit Publish:

Quack.

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*They’re used to ignoring me at movies.  I’m apparently an “active watcher,’ though I maintain that the bruise on Watson’s arm that mysteriously appeared after The Bourne Legacy was Janie’s fault.

**Her full answer:  “Yes, Mom.  But you don’t have to eat it.

*** Feel free to use it for the contest.

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18 thoughts on “Random Thursday: The Twelve Dwarves of Christmas, a Pie, and a Lie

  1. I was in the book store today and came across a wonderful kids biography of Tolkien called, “Mythmaker.” I imagine you’d love it.

      • Someone would make it from scratch but someone’s kids are not eating a certain someone’s cooking right now.

        I’m still getting over the hot dog burn… *sniff, puts back of wrist to forehead dramatically * I have always depended on the lunch meat of strangers

        • See, I told you there’s a trick to pushing down that little lever on the toaster oven.

          And why would you make a pie for the kids anyway? Give ’em a crust full of whipped cream and chocolate shavings and call it done.

  2. I forgot this auld rugby classic:

    Dough, the thing I buy beer with.
    Ray, a guy who owes me beer.
    Me, the guy I buy beer for.
    Fa, a long way to the bar.
    So, I think I’ll have a beer.
    La, la la la la la la.
    Tea, no thanks I’ll have a beer.
    And that brings us back to dough-oh-oh-oh

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