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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Happy St. Nicholas Day 2006


While I really like Santa Claus, I am more interested in the real St. Nicholas, who was a servant of our Lord Jesus Christ. Today is the Feast of St. Nicholas on the Roman Catholic liturgical calendar. I have a great devotion to the real St. Nicholas because of his holiness, kindness, and generosity, which are reflections of those particular attributes of our dear Lord.

I wish each of you a happy and holy St. Nicholas Day. Suggested family friendly movie watching for a St. Nicholas sighting is to watch Hans Brinker (or the Silver Skates), based on the Mary Mapes Dodge book. I LOVE that Disney movie!

Tuesday

Well, I'm not getting many cookies baked yet, though it seems like I've been spending an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen. Usually, I LOVE to bake cookies and sweets and breads, but lately I'm in more of a cooking dinner mood. I think it is me being in SDPCBE - Stressed Discouraged Perfectionist Cooking Baking Evasion. See, I like to bake when I don't have to bake too many different things in a short period of time to pack up to send to my Momsie in Florida.

Actually, it's not the baking itself that wigs me out. It's all the cleaning up! And then the packing the cookie boxes up carefully with about three bajillion dollars worth of bubble wrap! And then the getting the big (as in typically 15 - 17 pounds each Christmas) box labeled and securely taped before we manage to get it to the shipping place (yes, the shipping place where I invariably make contact with the most lethal flu germs of the ENTIRE winter!) on the most dangerous driving day of December (what can I say?! Snowy days make me want to go out and do things! ). Did I mention that I belong in the Home for the Permanently Shipping Impaired? That I am Postally Challenged? That some malevolent being has cursed me with the dreaded "May your shipping tape always shred and be impossible to use especially when you are in the biggest and most stressed hurry" curse?!

Yikes. I am sounding rather Grinchly. I wish I could have started baking cookies a month ago, but I was so ill and exhausted until a few days ago. But that would have been an exercise in futility (to bake cookies that soon), because a Certain Parent whom I live with, though I love him dearly, is a Cookie Monster. Meaning, he cannot leave cookies alone. Which is a nice compliment, because his father and grandfather before him owned a couple of excellent bakeries decades ago, and I keep on hearing flattering words that my cookies are even better than the family bakery's cookies. But then again, Cookie Monsters are known to butter people up in order to supply their Cookie Habit (ha! get it?! Butter! Butter goes into cookies! Hee hee. I am delirious from eating frosted Gingersnaps!).

Anyway, it's a good thing I got the Christmas tree up the first week of November because I sure wouldn't have time to do it now, and I'm enjoying it. It's been decorated for a month already. Here is a test picture I took using my new tripod which was an early Christmas present from my Dad the Cookie Monster.

Mostly, we try to not light it much during Advent and try to save enjoying it until the liturgically proper Christmas season (Christmas through the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord). I will likely keep the tree up until just before Ash Wednesday.

Will catch up with Christy, Jen, Mike, Rene', and others after I recover from running a Cat Hospital.

(Picture coming later; Blogger is being a stinker and not letting me upload images for the past fifteen minutes. This is why I prefer Xanga and am glad to pay for Xanga Premium).

Kitty Update






It has been a heck of a few days, with sick kitties. Maglet is mostly better now but still not 100%. Kiki is older and this cat tummy flu is taking more of a toll on him, thus it is taking longer for him to win the war against it. He was beginning to dehydrate last night and so I began administering water to him via an eye dropper. He is such a patient boy, even if he was feeling a bit feisty this a.m. He's displaying some more "personality" today, and that is a wonderful sign. However, his tummy is still obviously bothering him, so I've been spoon feeding him Gerber's baby food - the turkey, which he simply adores. He must have eaten at least 12 to 14 spoonsful at two different sittings.

Kiki is a diabetic cat, so with him not eating much, I couldn't give him much insulin. Last night, however, he came into the kitchen as if to "ask" for his insulin injection. He did seem to feel better after having 1.5 units of Humulin, and then came in my room with me for some pampering and purring time while I had my bedtime prayer time.

I don't want to see the devil around every corner, but I also don't want to make the error of pooh-poohing the idea that the enemy retaliates against God's children. This whole weekend/early week simply smacks of Satan. We have a lot of spiritual activity going on around here - intercessory prayer for the radical healing, deliverance, and most of all - CONVERSIONS of people to Jesus and the Gospel, for one thing. Also,on the same block that I live on are some very hard core occult people, who strangely enough, used to live next door to us once upon a time on the other side of town. Now mind you, I am not saying that Satan is equal in power to Jesus - not by far! But as Fr. John Corapi says, the devil is a Terrorist with a capital "T". I have a few ideas what I am doing in appropriate response to God's grace to make the devil mad, so I am just going to stick to my guns and keep on doing what God has told me to do.

To God be the glory!

Anyway, Maglet is back to being a bouncy little Tigger, plus eating like a piglet. It does my heart good to see her getting back to her normal, playful, rambunctious self. And Kiki really IS getting better. We just need to keep on praying for the dear fellow. He seems to do better after sleeping, which is how I know it goes for me when I have the stomach flu. But if he isn't tip top by Wednesday noon, it's off to the vet we go!

Here are a few pictures from the "sick ward" the other night. They are dimly lit because I didn't want to subject the kittens to bright lamps or the flash.

I do love my babies! Long life to the kitty cats!