New Year's Eve Maberga style

So, three days ago I was taken ill.  So ill that I haven't been vertical for more that the 20 seconds it takes for me to walk from any horizontal post in my house to my bathroom.  Yes, I think I'm dying...but then, A) I tend to be a big wimp when I'm sick, B)  I also tend to exaggerate, and C) well, I hate to break it you all, but we are all dying, eventually.

Yeah, ok.  So I've been taking some medication as well. 

Anyway, since I don't have the brain power or the tremendous wit to form my own New Year's Eve post tonight, I would like to direct you all to an awesome blogger who I've recently discovered.  I find that her New Year Post says all that I really need.  GO HERE.  Thank you, Emma.  And I hope that you knitters in the reading pool will check out her patterns.  Cool stuff.

Happy 2012 to everyone. 

Merry Christmas

from Maberga







Is that or is that not the most Charlie Brownish Christmas tree ever?  Yes, thank you, it is.  That's really the look we were going for.

If you find it as completely lovely as I do, and would like to replicate the effect in your own home next year, here's what you gotta do...

1.  Liberally, and I mean LIBERALLY, trim your olive trees.  Strew all the just cut branches around your property for inspection. Pick the biggest and the best one (duh.).

2.  Put the branch in a basket in your bedroom.  You don't need to put it in water.  As the branch dries out, all the leaves start dropping thus enhancing the overall feel.

3.  Hang a couple old and dried out chili peppers from the garden and the 4 christmas cards you received on the branches of your branch.

4.  If you feel exceptionally creative, you can make a few ornaments like this Star of David that I made (6 pointed stars are easier than 5, plus it really confuses people why you'd put a jewish star on a christian icon)

It's that simple.

So, David and I fell asleep on the couch last night listening to a Radiolab show.  If you don't know Radiolab, check it out and enjoy!  Anyway, I was saying that we fell asleep on the couch.  I woke up at about 3am, wide awake with jetlag...or maybe because I've been doing nothing but sleeping ala a narcoleptic since I've returned home.  I got up to get a glass of water and stepped on this...

That's a tooth, by the way.  A really big tooth.

When David woke up I asked him if he had any idea where this came from....hoping to god that he didn't say "my mouth".

"Oh yeah, yesterday Q found a skull while we were playing lemon."

I don't know what's stranger - that, in the middle of the night, I stepped on a big cuspid from an unidentifiable animal or that I know what playing lemon means.


Actually, the strangest thing is that having a dead animal's skull appear in our garden and having our dogs play dentist on it didn't make headline conversation news for my husband. 

No, no, no.  Don't be ridiculous.  I've haven't died from a tick bite.  Although that little bugger's head is still in my leg.  Should I worry about that?

I hadn't been writing because I was hanging out with family.  That's a pretty good excuse, I think.

But now I'm back ...

Home sweet home