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I am please to announce that Buzz-A-Roni has a new home! Thanks to my wonderful hostess Allison, my blog is now closer to the way I originally envisioned it!

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The cool manager Tom was the closing manager Saturday night. Why is he cool? Well, normally, our unsold bread and sweets are given to charity every night after we close. For the past few weeks, they people who usually pick up the stuff haven't been showing up. We've been throwing all the good stuff away (I guess they are looking for a new shelter to donate it to). Well, Tom lets us bring the stuff home until they choose a new place. I have three cheese bread, cinnamon raisin, asiago bread, basil pesto foccaccia, and rosemary and onion foccaccia! The breads are SO good! I don't know if we can eat all of it, but we will try! ;)

When the township guys came around and plowed our street, they made a playground for all the kids! My house is the last house on a cul-de-sac. I guess because it's easy to point your plows at my house, I ended up with a huge pile of snow next to my mailbox. When I was leaving for work yesterday, all the kids where there playing. When I got home last night, they must have played all day, because there wasn't one spot of untrampled snow in my front yard! Am I complaining? Not really! I'm jealous! I want to get a sled and slide down that snowpile! Kids are so lucky!

I'm desperately trying to get my Christmas cards done. I have a bunch that need to go overseas. I have no gumption to get it finished. Everytime I start the cards, I start thinking about Christmas's past, and how different my Christmas will be this year without my Mom.

There is a weirdness in me... it won't go away. When I know it's snowing heavily and the roads are dangerous to drive on; even though the house is all warm and toasty and I could make yummy hot chocolate; even though I know half the stores are closed: it doesn't matter. I want to go for a ride. I blame my father for it. He always wanted to be the first one to make tracks on an unplowed road. He would always "drag" me along, and it would be fun. Never mind we could have gone off the road, into a ditch, plowed under with snow, and never found again! It was an adventure!

Well, I made Bill take me out to dinner. (Yes, I had things that I could have made for dinner, but it didn't matter... it was as if they didn't exist!). All the roads around my home were not plowed. The secondary roads were plowed maybe once, but snow had fallen on them and buried them again. Most of the stores, except the mall, Best Buy and Circuit City, were closed. Half of the restaurants were closed. We finally chose Don Pablo's for Mexican/Southwestern. Our waiter arrived when we did. He said he was called in to work on his day off. Even so, he was nice enough to give us a coupon for a "buy one get one free" deal on a new pasta dish they have. He was very nice and personable. Bill left him a very good tip (basically the amount we saved with the coupon), and wrote on the bottom of the reciept "Sorry you had to work!". It's crazy people like me who cause poor people like our waiter to have to work! I wanted to go to Borders and look for some new magazines, but they were closed! Oh well! At least I didn't have to cook! (hee hee!)

It's snowing and I am loving it! It's so pretty! Of course, I don't have to go anywhere, so that makes it better! I bought a bird feeder the other day, and attached it to my deck. Too bad the birds haven't found it yet... it's days like this when they need it! (yes, I'm a nut for feeding the birds!).

I just found this Christmas book, buried under a pile of junk in my office. Reading through some of the lists, you do get a warm and fuzzy feeling! I originally bought the book to give me inspiration for some Christmas cards I'd like to design. Here's some of the "Things We Love About Christmas":

• little girls with black patent leather shoes and lacy white anklet socks
  
• snowmen made from marshmallow
  
• snowflake stars
  
• a Christmas moon shining on snow
  
• a "Charlie Brown" Christmas tree (the only kind my Mom and I would allow in her house when I lived there. We'd always pick the tree that no one else wanted. It ended up being the most beautiful tree!)
  
• a bowl of nuts in the shell
  
• a driveway outlined by Christmas lights
  
• snow globes
  
• the way colored Christmas lights look when you scrunch up your eyes and make them blurry
  
• Advent candles
  
• family photos in front of the tree
  
• soap-on-a-rope (the annual gift for Dad!)
  
• candles in the window
  
• everyone saying "Open mine next!"
  

Please feel free to add your favorite winter holiday tidbits to my comments. I'd love to read them!

Of the 10 houses on my block, mine was the only one that didn't have any holiday decoration on it! Well, now that has changed. Bill was off from work today, so we drove to the Lowe's in Reading (kinda got lost while there, because all the new roads that were built in the six years since we lived there) and bought some Christmas decorations! It's so funny... we were there for nearly two hours, making sure we were picking out the right stuff! All my window have lights in them, and it looks so festive! We had to buy a new tree, too. We didn't put up a tree last Christmas because of my Mom being sick and then passing away. I was looking at all the ornaments and lights and such at Lowe's, and I was torn between being happy about the upcoming holiday, and missing my Mom. I know she would want me to enjoy the holiday, but that is easier said than done when your memories of her come flooding into your head. Anyway, our new tree came complete with hundreds of white lights already attached. I set that up too (without the ornaments... I'll finish that tomorrow), and it looks so pretty. I'll take some photos when it's done.

This Or That Tuesday, Gift buying version!

1. Go out and buy gifts, or shop online/mail order? Next year it's all gonna be online. I hate the holiday traffic around the malls.
2. Gift cards/certificates or pick out gifts? It's a mix of both... depends on who's getting it.
3. Pay cash or charge holiday gifts? We try to pay cash, but this year some is going on credit cards.
4. Are most of your gifts mailed or given in person? I wish some of them were mailed, but no, they are given in person.
5. Are you an early-bird or last-minute holiday shopper? Definitely last minute. We bought two gifts today, and I think it's the earliest I ever shopped for Christmas!
6. If you shop in stores...big chain stores or smaller specialty stores? That also depends on the gift. I like smaller specialty stores, because it gives the gifts a chance to be more unique.
7. Wrap gifts yourself or have them wrapped at the store or mall? I'm not a good wrapper, and it's my least favorite part of the holiday, so anytime a store offers free gift wrapping, and the line isn't too long, I take advantage of it!
8. Shopping on *Black Friday* (day after Thanksgiving)...did you or didn't you? Didn't and never will!
9. Is your holiday gift list large or small? It's smaller this year because we drew names in Bill's family.
10. Is it better to give or to receive? It's better to give... to open your heart to others. It doesn't always have to be about gifts, either.

I went walking with the dogs on the Ironton Trail today. It didn't last long. My Dalmatian turned into a complete nutso, so I went back home. I don't know what to do. He isn't one of those goofy Dals, or at least he has never been. When ever we walk and see another dog, he goes crazy, barking, and jumping and snapping at the other dog. Even if the other dog does nothing. Today he was the worst he's ever been. I could barely control him. It's not like he isn't used to other dogs. He's around them enough. I don't know what to do. I went online to look for a muzzle or something to put on him so we could walk safely, but I read a warning that they should only be on them for about 20 minutes at a time. He's a perfectly normal dog at home and in his backyard. But when we are out, you'd swear I'm walking "Cujo"!

Yesterday was a horrible day at work. I got yelled at by one of my co-workers in front of customers. To me, that's the worst thing to do. I'm embarrassed, and we all look unprofessional. This isn't the first time I got yelled at by co-workers. It isn't even that I do anything wrong. It's just that I'm in their way. They are just a bunch of cocky teenagers who think they rule the world. I always have a cheery attitude, I'm always nice to them, and this is what I get. I work very hard (harder than I should for what I get paid!). I don't need to be told to do something... I take the initiative. Even all of the managers act as if everyone is a half-wit. It's very stressful. I'm not used to working in an environment where you are treated like an inferior. Alot of people quit... they are actually 15 employees under the amount they are supposed to have. I was nearly number 16.

I gave my notice. I think I shocked the heck out of my manager. It started after the guy yelled at me. I said to the manager that I can't take this anymore. He turned to me and said "Take them all with you!", and then walked away. I was so mad (I always get tears in my eyes when I get very angry... I really hate that!). Silently I started to debate what to do. There are some good times with the few people I get along with, and I enjoy interacting with the customers. But after thinking a bit, I realized the negatives outweighed the positives. This job was supposed to be something for me to when Bill works (and he works alot!). Just a little "mad" pocket money, to let me buy some things I really don't need! After we closed the place, I counted my drawer, and took it to the manager's office. As I handed it to him, I told him that I was going to finish out the week, and that's it. He spun around in his chair and asked if I was going to let that guy (the one who yelled at me) bother me that much. I told him it's not only that. It's the sniping of the managers. It's being the only person running a register. It's getting yelled at by the other "kids". It's not getting help when you need it. And so on, and so on. He asked me not to leave. He said he would really hate to see me go, and continued with his "please don't go" spiel.

I walked out of the office, and continued cleaning up the place so I could go home. Two co-workers, who actually like me and make the job fun, came up to me and asked me if I was leaving. When I told them yes, they started giving me pep talks about why I should stay, and that they like working with me, and stuff. The guy who yelled at me came up to me and apologized. I guess you can see where this is going. I rescinded my notice. But I did decide to work one less day per week. I told the manager that this is just a trial basis, to see how it goes. Though I didn't tell him this, my original intent was to work through the Christmas/New Year season only. I also sell on Ebay, and I could make decent money doing that alone. My problem is I care too much. It's like a "mother hen" complex... I don't want anyone to feel bad. So I guilted myself into staying. I seriously need to get over this.

My Positives
-I have a husband who understands me.
-When I don't have time to cook, he doesn't mind Subway!
-He loves my banana nut bread.
-I love the snowfall!
-All the houses decorated with holiday lights already!
-Two little girls who came into work, all dresses in pretty red velvet dresses, for their Christmas photos... so cute!
-Being able to laugh with a few people at work.
-Having a brother who cooks the weirdest recipes and isn't afraid to ask everyone to try it!
-Snowmen!
-Tare Panda!
-Cuddling on cold mornings.
-Getting Snail Mail!

I pulled my car into the larger parking lot across from my work today, and a very strange thing occured. Though we are at least 75 miles from the nearest beach, the entire parking lot was covered with seagulls! There must have been at least 100 seagulls there! I always feel bad when I see them, because I think they took a wrong turn and now can't find their way back to the sea. I carefully and respectfully drove around them, making sure not to disturb them. I put my car into "park", turned off the engine and looked into my purse to make sure I had everything I needed. I went to open my door, and I stopped cold. The seagulls didn't like the presence of my car. Some started to walk towards it, then one flew up in the air, and of course the rest started to follow! They didn't fly away, but instead, started circling my car! It was like being in the latest version of Hitchcock's "The Birds". You couldn't use a crow bar to get me out of that car! I sat there for nearly 5 minutes until the seagulls got whatever it was bothering them out of their system. After they settled down, I slowly opened the door and got out. Only one gull pooped on my car, and it looks like he had a very big lunch! Phew! I briskly walked across the lot, while constantly checking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't being chased! I never thought I would be happy to get to work!

Something happened yesterday on the way to my Mother-in-Law's house. Bill was driving, and we were about 10 minutes from his Mom's. I was casually looking out the window, my eyes not really focusing on anything in particular. Suddenly I saw it. There was a deer hanging from a tree in the front yard of this house. Now, I've seen deer hanging from trees before (alot of people go deer hunting in Pennsylvania). But this deer was different. This deer was skinned. It freaked me out. I was reminded of the movie "Predator" (another movie which gave me bad dreams!). This was a very busy road. I know I wasn't the only person who saw this. I can imagine a little kid seeing it, all upset over what happened to "Bambi". I'm sure the guy who killed this deer was very proud of himself, and wanted the world to see what a manly man he is, but his property was surrounded by trees, including quite a few in his backyard. Why did he have choose a tree in his front yard? I'm not a hypocrite... I eat meat, though I am trying to cut it out of my diet since my husband is a vegetarian. I prefer the slaughter to be done behind closed doors, and put into grocery stores in those neat little styrofoam packages, all ready to cook. I don't want to think how it got there. UGH. I hope the nightmares won't come back tonight.

I think my favorite part of the Thanksgiving holiday is the 6 hours (total) that I spend on the road with Bill, driving first to his Mom's, and then back into Pennsylvania to stop at my sisters. (There's no long weekend for us... Bill works the entire Thanksgiving weekend! Our visiting has to get done in one day). Don't get me wrong... I dream of a holiday when I don't spend the whole day on the Interstate. But I love the conversations and the laughter that we share. He takes over the XM Radio, and finds the best (and strangest) music to listen to (one channel featured a James Bond Marathon, with alternating theme music and clips from each film). It seems like the visiting of family plays second fiddle to our time together. HE is what I am thankful for this holiday.

Happy Thanksgiving to All of You!

I hope everyone had a wonderful day!

I awoke today expecting that I would have to go outside and shovel off the sidewalks. Unfortunately, I didn't get to "break in" my new shovel, because the sun had already melted the snow that was on the driveway and sidewalk. Darn! I did take the dogs for a walk, and it was nice to see the pristine white snow that still adhered to the tree branches and the grass. Some people had already started to set up their Christmas decorations in their front lawn, so that gave me a good feeling.

Last night, all this anticipation of snow got me thinking about my Mom's glass Christmas ornaments. She had some that belonged to her grandmother, as well as some German hand-blown glass ornaments that we had purchased together at the Christmas Barn in the Poconos years ago. I phoned my brother to ask if he was keeping them. At first he said "yes", but then he said if they were in the basement, they were all thrown out! UGH! My heart broke when I heard those words! My Mom's basement was very damp, and if anything made from paper was there (books, boxes holding things, even the slides for the projector, though they weren't made of paper) it was ruined by mold. I was thinking I'd get one of those breathing masks and go through the boxes looking for the ornaments, but they are already gone. It's so sad... all those memories of Christmas's past... out in a dump somewhere. It would have been nice to keep them as heirlooms.

I'm off to do some laundry and to make some quick bread... I'm thinking pumpkin nut! YUM!

We went to Home Depot today and bought ourselves a new snow shovel. All this talk of a huge snowfall tomorrow made me realize we left our old shovel at the house we used to rent (we moved from there in June... so I guess I wasn't thinking snow!). Now I have one of those ergonomically designed "bent" shovels that are supposed to be so good for your back... all I can say is "Bring in on, baby!" I'm ready for the snow (I'll be so disappointed if we don't get any!).

I also went to the grocery store. It wasn't because I feared we would be snowed in... it was my regular weekly visit to the store. There was plenty of milk, a good amount of bread, but hardly any eggs. What's the deal? I can understand running out of milk and bread. Why do people need all those eggs? Do people crave omelets when it snows? I just thought that was very strange!