Archives For December 2012

The Mystery Gift

December 31, 2012

Last week, after all of us had finished opening our Christmas presents, Steve walked over and handed me a piece of paper, a piece of paper that could only mean one thing:  a scavenger hunt was about to be afoot. 

Which puzzled me, rather.

I couldn’t remember asking for anything that was scavenger hunt-worthy.
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Although Christmas is already gone,  I am still finding myself with quite a few Christmas-related posts; if it’s okay with you, I’m going to extend the Smithellaneous Christmas season just a little bit longer.

As you can probably imagine, the best part of Christmas for us was last Friday night when Nathan and Meagan walked in our front door after flying in from Florida.
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The Chair in its place, getting ready for the 2012 Smith Family Photo.

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Tales To Tell.

December 26, 2012

final christmas edit


This is the picture I meant to post yesterday on Christmas Day but I guess the day after Christmas will work just as well.

I didn’t mean to drop off the grid for such a long time but we spent a couple full days on the road and when we reached our destination, our Internet was down.  (Thanks, Cece, for being concerned about us!)

Lots going on; lots of tales to tell.  Will write about it all over the next few days.

Christmas happiness to you all–my sweet, Smithellaneous family.


Since Christmas decorating is not my forte, I am thankful  for the small army of women in our church who transform our space into a landscape of lit up loveliness.

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Do Not Chortle.

December 19, 2012

Sunday evening I had to run to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things. As I left, Sarah and Summer were sitting peacefully on the couch and Steve was lounging around the house in his relaxing clothes saying that he would get our Christmas tree out of the garage, out of the box, and set up “at some point tonight.”
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Dawgs vs. Dogs.

December 18, 2012

Roanoke Island is a perfect paradise for DAWGS because they are taken around everywhere with their owners and are highly respected members of the Roanoke Island huntin’ and fishin’ society.

And just in case you might be wondering exactly what a DAWG is, it is a canine that loves to ride in the back of a pick up truck, whether it’s 106 degrees  out or 20 degrees.  Neither wild  temperature variations or rain or snow seem to bother him because he is just so very, very happy to be out and about with his owner, perusing the town and feeling the wind blow through his furriness.

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It has occurred to me that I am woefully lacking in a few important mothering/house-wifery attributes.

This sad thought came to me recently as I was perusing a few blogs of a few friends.  Over and over I read about how these various wonder women have been baking dozens of batches of cookies with their families, trading out their festive fall decorations for their splendid Christmas decor, and creating fabulous centerpieces using just three pine cones, a graham cracker and a glue gun.

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