Hanukkah - the big Score

[dlgood]

I hate that the first night of Hanukkah fell on a Friday, as it meant I had to give up wacky night out fun for the big Friends & Family gathering at the homestead, wherein I must hear the same stories over and over again. And yet, good times were had.

So. Hanukkah is not a particularly important Holiday. There's a story about the oil that never runs out, and some sweet, sweet dreidel action. But really We just care about scoring.

And he wins:

1. Massaging/heating neck pillow. Yours truly spends much time on the PC and has creaky joints. Much appreciated.

2. Sweaters and fine shirts. Differing shades of blue and some charcoal grey. Cause yo' - Bobbie the styling consultant was quite clear that blue is my color.

3. New baseball caps to replace the aging and grodier members of my collection.

4. Dope-ass Saute pan. For when I've got needs the Foreman Grill and the Barbeque can't handle. No more reliance on my dinky-ass skillet. I am pleased.

5. A fancy Cheese serving set. WTF? Clearly, the bright idea of one of the women. Because, really. I don't often have people over. And the people I have over don't do the fancy cheese thing. Or the fancy serving set thing. It's more like the "beer and pretzels and where are the damn poker chips, bitch" thing. I have no use for this, but must pretend I love it. Look, I like cheese and all. But, last year they got me the fancy Delft Cheese slicer and grater set from Holland.

6. Indiana Jones DVD Collection. Fullscreen. Something will have to be done about that. I like the movies. Am happy to have them. But I did not drop what I dropped on my entertainment center to watch movies in non-Widescreen formats. I am such a snob.

7. Cash Money. $$$$$$ My favorite. I guess I'll have to buy some damn Gouda.

8. Socks. 8 Pairs. Thick and warm. It wouldn't be Hanukkah without them.

At some point, I will post my thoughts on Return of the King. Still processing. Probably going to see it again first. Also - will have to yap with Doc Flieger, because I think she's working on another book about the professor and I'm curious what she will add.

Comments

Re: I haven't seen it

[bhadrasvapna.livejournal.com]

I don't just hate crowds. They start to trigger icky feelings. I don't like going to the movies much either. It wasn't until this summer that I figured out that both things were related to PTSD. I just can't handle the stimulation. The wires in my brain are all crossed. I don't have flashbacks any more, but I still get feelings that things aren't right.

I never liked lines. I have this thing about wasting time. I don't like to do it. Movies have gotten so expensive, especially when you factor in a baby sitter and I prefer to just cuddle on the couch. I'd rather rent most things.

This week we rented "Down with Love." I thought it was great. I chose it because my parents were here and I suggested that my dad and Hubby take the older to a hockey game. That left Mom and me alone (bad idea) once the baby went to sleep. I wanted something the guys wouldn't see and this has Renee Zellwiger and Ewan McGregor in it. It was very well done I thought. I loved everything about it and they both get to sing/dance at the end. I've seen it three times, but it has to go back today. It's hard to talk about without really ruining it, but I would love to find someone to talk with about it.

Re: I haven't seen it

[masqthephlsphr.livejournal.com]

I hear you about crowds. I can feel fine (no claustrophobia) in a small elevator, but put a few people in it, and I have an anxiety spell. It's not just the smaller space, because I'll feel fine in the same small elevator full of equipment.

Re: I haven't seen it

[bhadrasvapna.livejournal.com]

The worst time recently was Hubby's "good" idea to see the Goo Goo Dolls on the beach. We got there very early to get a good seat (they are one of my favorite bands and my daughters love them as well). After it got dark and they were about to take the stage, I turned around and noticed how many thousands of people were there. Luckily the kids needed my attention, so that took my mind off things. After we left, it took me a while to recover.

Small spaces don't bug me either. People smushed together, bumping and stepping on things does. All those arms and legs and bodies. Too much to watch.