I have to say, Carole’s 10 on Tuesday prompt is perfect for today — I needed to make a pre-Christmas to-do list anyway, and letting it do double-duty as a blog post helps a lot. Here’s what I need to get done in the next, 36 hours or so…
1. Get through my last work day of 2014 (which is a whole ‘nother to-do list).
2. Schlep all my online shopping home from the office. (There’s kind of a lot. I’ll be unpopular on Metro tonight.)
3. Wrap, wrap, wrap.
4. Figure out where to stash all the wrapped presents so the kittens won’t gnaw at the corners, as they like to do.
5. Finish the baking – I’ve got half a batch of chocolate crinkles to go, I’d like to make macaroons and one last batch of gingersnaps, and I’ve got about three dozen tadelles to frost. Which may not be enough. Oh, and cranberry bread. Can’t forget that.
7. Make the cranberry salsa. Only my mom, sister-in-law, and I will eat it, but it’s worth it anyway!
9. Pack for my Christmas Eve overnight with the family. I picked up a pair of festive jammies at Target the other night, so that if I’m in the background of unwrapping photos, I won’t be wearing holey yoga pants and a sweatshirt.
10. Try to figure out who is coming for pre-Winter Classic breakfast/brunch on New Year’s day, and what I’m going to feed them.
You know how some years are absolutely fantastic, others are flat-out wretched, and in between are the years that are just… “meh”? 2013 was like that for me, for the most part. Neither good nor bad, but also not especially memorable.
I was glad, then, to see that Carole’s prompt for this week was to share 10 favorite moments from the past year, which I did by going through my (highly disorganized) 2013 picture files. It turns out I had more fun than I’d remembered. Last year was, actually, pretty good once I gave it a bit of thought — I could easily have pulled out twice as many moments!
In no particular order, except number one, here are 10 of my favorite moments from 2013:
1. I found out I was going to be an aunt again. (Yay!) And then the rest of the family found out this way:
2. My friends and I spent a week in a beach house that looked like this:
And had sunrises so nice even I got up to see them:
3. I took the best silly selfie with my nephew G:
4. And captured Carly and Harper mid-catfight… As Carly jumped out of a Popeyes bag for a sneak attack.
(This still cracks me up every time I look at it, so while it may not have been the biggest moment of 2013, it is one of the funniest.)
5. In the same week, I had two amazing work events, one where I got to shake the First Lady’s hand and another where meet Gloria Estefan:
7. The siblings were with their in-law families this year, so Mom and I had a low-key spa Christmas at the Hotel Hershey:
8. In August, Eileen, Shannon, and I had a great trip to the races at Saratoga — and Brooks’ House of Bar-B-Q on the way home. (Even though Oneonta is, in fact, 60 miles in the wrong direction for Shannon.)
9. Joanne and I (and Joanne’s kids) got to introduce Shannon’s daughter Maggie to DC, though the government shutdown made things a little harder than they needed to be:
(The shutdown did, however, provide an ongoing theme for our photos — sad children at closed places.)
10. John and Nicole joined sprite, Rudi, and I on our annual apple-picking odyssey:
And now it’s your turn! Share your favorite moments of 2013 in the comments.
Yes, yes… I am cheating by combining two weekend-centric blog themes (Amanda’s “weekending” and Carole’s “10 on Tuesday” topic for the day), but given how exhausting the weekend was, I don’t have the energy to write two posts — though certainly more than enough happened.
Why so hectic? My friend Shannon came to town for the weekend with her 12-year-old daughter Maggie, who was making her first-ever trip to DC. The government shutdown/furlough closed most of the usual DC tourist attractions, so we (along with our other local friend Joanne and her kids, much of the time) had to get a little creative to make sure she had a good visit.
(Worth noting that, while we had fun, neither of these museums came close to being as entertaining as the Smithsonian’s American History or Natural History museums. Stupid shutdown.)
3. We semi-accidentally drank margaritas as big as our heads.
4. I took Shannon and Maggie to their first-ever NHL game, and they were lucky to see a high-energy team with stellar goaltending. Unfortunately, that team was the Colorado Avalanche and not the home team. (The Caps lost 5-1.)
5. Sunday morning, I shared two of my favorite traditions with my friends — brunch on 8th Street (Ted’s Bulletin, natch) and a stroll through Eastern Market.
6. We spent the rest of Sunday doing something I didn’t even know was possible: Joanne toured us around the Pentagon, which is kind of a huge museum to the armed forces on the inside. Each service has different exhibits, and we saw lots of model planes, ships, and submarines, along with historic uniforms, weapons, and the like. No pictures, though — cameras are (understandably) verboten.
7. After we toured inside, we stopped by the 9/11 Memorial, which was beautiful, but wrenching.
8. I took advantage of my evening alone at home to catch up on some tv I’ve been hoarding on my DVR, and am now almost caught up on “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.,” which I liked very much.
9. By Monday, it had stopped raining (Oh, I didn’t mention the rain? We got something like five or six inches of rain over the last week. It was a mess.) so we decided to hit the Mall — where the pathways were open, though the monuments were not, so Maggie could at least get some of the traditional tourist experience.
I spent much of this part of the weekend running around with Joanne’s five-year-old, who is far too action-oriented for strolling around. And when I say running, I mean literally running… and I can hardly walk today as a result. Ow, ow, ow.
10. Last but not least, as Joanne deposited Shannon and Maggie at the airport, I met up with my sister-in-law for dinner and another hockey game. The Caps played better this time and came out with the win.
Lawd, I am exhausted all over again just writing it all down. So tell me, people who had relaxing weekends, how much rest did you get? Was it lovely?