tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34741857238718153272024-03-05T00:50:10.766-07:00T is for TownsendMiss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.comBlogger520125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-22958006853155751812020-12-25T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-25T07:00:04.190-07:00Blogmas Day 25: Merry Christmas<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy Blogmas Day 25!</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDccnyOXNZ-GVn5z2tadJQgB3RSUVkOz9U9NM1wRKxWZc2jeHrCbWzJawqBLJExe6y4zW3vuRyP4S4Zt-mBKMrfnUIUAfvbLkT5WSJTeGO3uiuWVZutVaB9Znxh64PVeUbwrJhqMN6Z64/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDccnyOXNZ-GVn5z2tadJQgB3RSUVkOz9U9NM1wRKxWZc2jeHrCbWzJawqBLJExe6y4zW3vuRyP4S4Zt-mBKMrfnUIUAfvbLkT5WSJTeGO3uiuWVZutVaB9Znxh64PVeUbwrJhqMN6Z64/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's a wrap on Blogmas 2020! It was a fun 25 days of Christmasy blog posts! Merry Christmas to you and yours, from me and mine ❤️</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlpxvjgvzNjlIc_KkDR12xTK-e2r3B_F4CP1d7fq7MZ-FpBj3MR0XsD5TrwzWzV2ljOVfcuP6TdaAVtkOPY2UbvTBRroWHYIkQi0pdXNQx4W6RqsWuZWk8AuBppg4oBZRVQlH84UZbtI/s2048/Photos+%252868%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlpxvjgvzNjlIc_KkDR12xTK-e2r3B_F4CP1d7fq7MZ-FpBj3MR0XsD5TrwzWzV2ljOVfcuP6TdaAVtkOPY2UbvTBRroWHYIkQi0pdXNQx4W6RqsWuZWk8AuBppg4oBZRVQlH84UZbtI/w640-h428/Photos+%252868%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSXWkX7FdlvOQkqkSveUJslO_Qd3NhAG3m6E7Td9K168D1Oha70feMjoJr_gL5FdEkvjzmK2j-86ZWj9bpPUXsBg65XoIbmoTSX1tx2XWJYPEbs04ahdWz2LFdslKeDJ7bPmJdKLNkF0/s2048/Photos+%252884%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSXWkX7FdlvOQkqkSveUJslO_Qd3NhAG3m6E7Td9K168D1Oha70feMjoJr_gL5FdEkvjzmK2j-86ZWj9bpPUXsBg65XoIbmoTSX1tx2XWJYPEbs04ahdWz2LFdslKeDJ7bPmJdKLNkF0/w640-h426/Photos+%252884%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYEj4QEHpZ1A66zvMyPOQFtiGH9Zx2taUGOSiZ3m0zkBrGVY-0vsnt81f9iE5LLLJpxOyMb3IDIupvFIP3DDPB5w92H2HUWsTQjIsVdncDvfmEsU4_aiqpJrQwUgEkum4BsSR12Jr1crQ/s2048/Photos+%2528118%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYEj4QEHpZ1A66zvMyPOQFtiGH9Zx2taUGOSiZ3m0zkBrGVY-0vsnt81f9iE5LLLJpxOyMb3IDIupvFIP3DDPB5w92H2HUWsTQjIsVdncDvfmEsU4_aiqpJrQwUgEkum4BsSR12Jr1crQ/w640-h428/Photos+%2528118%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><center><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-52693107610327288532020-12-24T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-24T07:00:05.075-07:00Blogmas Day 24: The Thursday Five Vol. 7<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRT69qKpXCGaAfWq1APW4d5Ctc9Xf5nba5C20EMFALeETecAsZ04vdHUOB95YO7sj8rfaCRsiG33NFadSRHwPG5i76J3AVTiVRjz1MAYaSwP2T5iI0hpmzbEGHvIxlRd8TlfXRaqe7jss/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRT69qKpXCGaAfWq1APW4d5Ctc9Xf5nba5C20EMFALeETecAsZ04vdHUOB95YO7sj8rfaCRsiG33NFadSRHwPG5i76J3AVTiVRjz1MAYaSwP2T5iI0hpmzbEGHvIxlRd8TlfXRaqe7jss/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Merry Christmas Eve!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">An Inspiration</span></b><div>Dave Portnoy and the Barstool Fund. Love him or hate him, read about his establishing a relief fund for small businesses <a href="https://thefederalist.com/2020/12/19/barstools-dave-portnoy-is-doing-more-for-small-businesses-than-congress/">here</a>. <br /><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Recommendation</span></b></div><div><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CJI_LRyAaLz/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link">These</a> last minute holiday book and drink pairings. Or for more, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CIGISBUggfT/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link">these</a> 1<i>5 Cozy Holiday Books and the Drinks and Snacks to go With Them</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRljT4IlbhjcWb79nXcfc6i-yB1VU2p91KbtW3Ai_zutpxp3uDyUoQlfg9TPrRrmqHrWGsUwCd0kml2Bw8Hn14LBhtGVtlAKCfEAJ1g2KnVE68a-257Z1qLSQKAFjC3IThk2V6T_ebbzw/s1194/Screen+Shot+2020-12-23+at+10.32.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="1190" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRljT4IlbhjcWb79nXcfc6i-yB1VU2p91KbtW3Ai_zutpxp3uDyUoQlfg9TPrRrmqHrWGsUwCd0kml2Bw8Hn14LBhtGVtlAKCfEAJ1g2KnVE68a-257Z1qLSQKAFjC3IThk2V6T_ebbzw/w399-h400/Screen+Shot+2020-12-23+at+10.32.38+PM.png" width="399" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A Laugh</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwiM71eiR0BBolnS7St8BaSeE3E3MhbDk7nIbLuMKplSCcwHTGb3E9u8wnHpuSynTP-jrbvOwGsJ3MGr4EHLLSrg6X9sK4q-fExqAEtF8i6Kdj-yE80yIjvRmJehAx4c8xgp39Loy8pA/s828/IMG_7890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="828" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwiM71eiR0BBolnS7St8BaSeE3E3MhbDk7nIbLuMKplSCcwHTGb3E9u8wnHpuSynTP-jrbvOwGsJ3MGr4EHLLSrg6X9sK4q-fExqAEtF8i6Kdj-yE80yIjvRmJehAx4c8xgp39Loy8pA/w400-h370/IMG_7890.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Song</span></b></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/iuZtGBmlFn8">Holidays</a> by Josie Dunne. A groovy Christmas bop. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A Moment of Happiness</b></span></div><div>A Christmas Eve Eve Zoom call with family. It's not Christmas time without razzing and talking a bunch of shit to your family right?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-21837773365321411252020-12-23T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-23T07:00:01.945-07:00Blogmas Day 23: Festivus - The Airing of Grievances<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfXAPi8LuUlJ9BHO_yjDrpp6ez-ZRe9MNYohABbR8bphGsJ6KdUNAeVZgn7ZezNBUUoHZ5lUdNwUNDVDPOOGJamOG47BriAQgSMB3hajcZz3vsN2QIeQY8h5j9m3R-xDMYegZ5zT4r7I/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfXAPi8LuUlJ9BHO_yjDrpp6ez-ZRe9MNYohABbR8bphGsJ6KdUNAeVZgn7ZezNBUUoHZ5lUdNwUNDVDPOOGJamOG47BriAQgSMB3hajcZz3vsN2QIeQY8h5j9m3R-xDMYegZ5zT4r7I/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Today is December 23rd and as such, we gather here today to celebrate Festivus - <i>a festival for the rest of us</i>. <div><br /></div><div>If you are unaware of the origins of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus">Festivus</a> it comes from a <a href="https://time.com/4617553/festivus-holiday-origins-seinfeld/">1997 episode of Seinfeld</a> that has in turn, become a beloved holiday wherein people of the internet rain down to publicly air their grievances and advise everyone else of all the ways in which they have disappointed you over the last year.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so that is what we are here to do today. Let the airing of grievances commence. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXaPF7dPydf6R4xLq40DBepLJ_k5EJGno-8DkIHdGcmYOMSf4rwuIIGmNwYba5sg5fCV4tLD4y1f0JE1vZvgOAoizSGqkN3UT4kH2B8jZgEs11u4owZCJOCyRIQ9xK8eXAg65pUE1eD0/s488/festivus-2.jpg.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="488" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXaPF7dPydf6R4xLq40DBepLJ_k5EJGno-8DkIHdGcmYOMSf4rwuIIGmNwYba5sg5fCV4tLD4y1f0JE1vZvgOAoizSGqkN3UT4kH2B8jZgEs11u4owZCJOCyRIQ9xK8eXAg65pUE1eD0/w400-h369/festivus-2.jpg.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Firstly, I would like to speak directly to internet providers. Internet providers - wut is u doin? We have almost the entirety of the workforce at home, we need you to work. We need your speed. Your bands of width. All of your gigs and your megas and your hertz. We need more power. Work harder, internet providers because we are paying way too much only for our Webex to freeze when too many people have their video cameras on. Do better. <div><br /></div><div>Speaking of speed, home builders - hurry it up. HURRY. IT. UP. You are taking way too long to build my house and I am not happy about it. <br /><div><br /></div><div>To the hoarders, the panic-buyers, the non-sensical dolts running around taking all the toilet paper - you need to stop. You never should have started in the first place. We are all very angry with you for leaving us with the bottom of the barrel toilet paper, the worst of the worst, the thinnest, most inefficient, ineffective toilet paper that has been shredding in our cracks and crevices since the spring. You are the worst.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Tik Tok dances. Make them stop. Make them go the way of the dodo, never to return again. </div><div><br /></div><div>I also would like to address Drive Thru's. Drive Thru's - we are in a worldwide pandemic wherein, dining rooms are closed and people are doing everything they can to avoid other people. In turn, this increases the volume of vehicles in your drive thru. You are busy. Did you not prepare for this? Where is your staff? Why is your second lane closed? Did you not call Chick-Fil-A, the world's most methodical, efficient, high performing drive thru establishment this world has ever seen, to consult with their drive thru people? It would've been their pleasure to assist in improving your drive thru business model. </div><div><br /></div><div>To the news - shut. the. f**k. up. All of you. I mean it.<br /><div><div><br /></div><div>To the social media companies - I have a lot of bones to pick with you. Firstly, stop trying to all look the same? First we had Instagram stories, then Facebook jumped on that train, and now Twitter has "Fleets." Nobody wants a Fleet, Twitter. Make social media apps different again. Secondly, can we please have our feeds back in sequential order again? Nobody wants your algorithms. You can't sit with us and your algorithms. Thirdly, I mean this in all sincerity and I know it might hurt to hear it but, you are not the all knowing, all deciphering, omnipresent arbiters of truth. Quit with the "misinformation" labels. They're dumb and inconsistent. Your misinformation is misinformation, so how you do you like them apples huh?</div><div><br /></div><div>I would be remiss if I did not mention dogs. Dogs - I love you but it is 2020, the year of work-from-home. I understand that barking is one of your beloved past times but why do you wait until mom is on a conference call, specifically when mom takes herself off mute, to begin your vocal activities? Can we find a better, more mutually agreeable time for you to bark like the wild animal that you are?</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">What grievances are you airing on this fine Festivus day?!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-83489755957455288022020-12-22T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-22T07:00:00.884-07:00Blogmas Day 22: An Ode to Christmas at Rosewood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcrY2nF9K0JbaB60hSAYR774rS-BvqbP9zDdv3xS_esFmeg_6bWeex94QnnjVD0wlex-iInQCs5rntBhyphenhyphenKWDFwd0GqyJ9DqJVexXIm7KNqXJgoHLpkPF-wdTxOkUqXpRMjWhOv5blD-8/s2050/Blogmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcrY2nF9K0JbaB60hSAYR774rS-BvqbP9zDdv3xS_esFmeg_6bWeex94QnnjVD0wlex-iInQCs5rntBhyphenhyphenKWDFwd0GqyJ9DqJVexXIm7KNqXJgoHLpkPF-wdTxOkUqXpRMjWhOv5blD-8/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Roses are red, Rosewood Court is is no longer mine,</div><div>I'm going to miss it this Christmas, after all this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincQnJ994lM2JZvhBzNSxkMzOdEBPvy8bdDEDuY44t19DmcRZf_BxuJQX1cfcVLoL9myjgUh5-fPw8HKMFMLlzT9zLuYokvpMtUHyrc_yEy_H1dawBsPgvWcaObS7oTpZ1g3wYjfkFcvY/s2048/IMG_4756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincQnJ994lM2JZvhBzNSxkMzOdEBPvy8bdDEDuY44t19DmcRZf_BxuJQX1cfcVLoL9myjgUh5-fPw8HKMFMLlzT9zLuYokvpMtUHyrc_yEy_H1dawBsPgvWcaObS7oTpZ1g3wYjfkFcvY/w480-h640/IMG_4756.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div>Eleven Christmases we spent at Rosewood.</div><div>If you told me last year it'd be the last, I wouldn't have understood.</div><div>This June we packed up, sold in September</div><div>Moved out with eleven Christmases to remember. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll miss the twinkling garland around my door,</div><div>and my Christmas tree in the corner, pine needles all over my floor. </div><div>This Christmas will be spent somewhere else, before we move into our new house next year</div><div>with a brand new address.</div><div><br /></div><div>New memories will be made in 2021, the first of many Christmases in our brand new home.</div><div>Until then we'll wait, remembering fondly,</div><div>All of our time at Rosewood Court, memories shining brightly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Nn5K1R7CAxyp5Ov6EUshMYQblTmZtltdZprV-JzW_u1hc7fdbbnhMiHeDcOx-qcnWUZiw-7JUNqCJGf6Me9X5GMd8UE0lkcSQ8uUAyCtr_r01v9sC_E0bZVc4Mw6xysalHRhyoLdwX8/s2048/photos-69.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Nn5K1R7CAxyp5Ov6EUshMYQblTmZtltdZprV-JzW_u1hc7fdbbnhMiHeDcOx-qcnWUZiw-7JUNqCJGf6Me9X5GMd8UE0lkcSQ8uUAyCtr_r01v9sC_E0bZVc4Mw6xysalHRhyoLdwX8/w640-h428/photos-69.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-13852489332725166552020-12-21T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-21T07:00:03.126-07:00Blogmas Day 21: Christmas Movie Round Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-bvleUjoUqt1h-t2DcUG2HwU_ml84dq6tOHdKhyDkY0aG1amuWThscu6xmNHkT12W9uv3V9uxlbsGS3XutwfneCqDAb7kB3xvM92oFBwDbHKgDb8E7-rInz60RDrWDo8SeeCTsmPTQ4/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-bvleUjoUqt1h-t2DcUG2HwU_ml84dq6tOHdKhyDkY0aG1amuWThscu6xmNHkT12W9uv3V9uxlbsGS3XutwfneCqDAb7kB3xvM92oFBwDbHKgDb8E7-rInz60RDrWDo8SeeCTsmPTQ4/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>I would just like to start out this post by posing a question - is "Round Up" two words? One word? Two words to be hyphenated? I wasn't sure but I went with two words, unhyphenated. Let me know if I wasted four years of my life in college k thx.<div><br /></div><div>Besides that, I am here today to talk about the Christmas movies I've watched so far this December and whether or not you should too. Conveniently, these are all on Netflix. So, in no particular order...</div><div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A California Christmas</span></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfipAq1p9WgBnZede6AKwmgmmNHh3lWa9HhLJ3jkCEvAGJhfsr29UogBuddy_rI4MuLv4PaAlSDUrtjR7jgr3hNQmhbo5GJafnrZr9n4fCaFgVimzdhBbEnFxTmJqOJ4VqsLsQjD4Ax3s/s512/AAAABfVDHHg_yRrnd_F2sKfAUfrX6K9MI96amcxpuQaZxSlaZRfZHX3c8RTjuLmr4cVKLkLRucU4jirtM7oASTQboHjlM0kfacJG6qcuHnV3pK6U-d0CRjslzkh9R0iqfA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="512" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfipAq1p9WgBnZede6AKwmgmmNHh3lWa9HhLJ3jkCEvAGJhfsr29UogBuddy_rI4MuLv4PaAlSDUrtjR7jgr3hNQmhbo5GJafnrZr9n4fCaFgVimzdhBbEnFxTmJqOJ4VqsLsQjD4Ax3s/w640-h360/AAAABfVDHHg_yRrnd_F2sKfAUfrX6K9MI96amcxpuQaZxSlaZRfZHX3c8RTjuLmr4cVKLkLRucU4jirtM7oASTQboHjlM0kfacJG6qcuHnV3pK6U-d0CRjslzkh9R0iqfA.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>If a hate-to-love romance that takes place in wine country sounds like your jam please watch <i>A California Christmas.</i> It is a SWOON FEST with lots of laughs. Also: word on the street is these two lead actors are married in real life (*swoons*).<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">White Christmas</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdYhTltUASlgeK2WhNwi-60bTv0PixqGa_o0l-pVNsd3DNp8QsE_dXbwE9OdsOHJ_Ow-nWgCM_lPfKraItcA_rY_wkaMlAMNFOei0BBZX7nEZ0feS7PvwyetPfZBqHI35OMUmTHiu0Ik/s1280/60003082.jpg.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdYhTltUASlgeK2WhNwi-60bTv0PixqGa_o0l-pVNsd3DNp8QsE_dXbwE9OdsOHJ_Ow-nWgCM_lPfKraItcA_rY_wkaMlAMNFOei0BBZX7nEZ0feS7PvwyetPfZBqHI35OMUmTHiu0Ik/w640-h360/60003082.jpg.webp" width="640" /></a></div><div>After my mother discovered I had never seen White Christmas she insisted that I do so. So I did so. And I do not regret one moment of the singing, dancing, wholesome Christmas goodness. If you are in the mood for an old classic, watch <i>White Christmas</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Dash and Lily</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFRtP1s32QKF6ZWeuRRQumvaVEPVajkyJ727IgaOjqv62kgLB7_TS0QmCASDXteOY6iFVCxkh8r6kPcAqbCvYLyYL81JpNZ2souZt0Iizl3DH64bIh84DUPtjIdLrmZ0Flf2QlQg13No/s2048/Dash_%252526_Lily_S1_Poster.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1383" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFRtP1s32QKF6ZWeuRRQumvaVEPVajkyJ727IgaOjqv62kgLB7_TS0QmCASDXteOY6iFVCxkh8r6kPcAqbCvYLyYL81JpNZ2souZt0Iizl3DH64bIh84DUPtjIdLrmZ0Flf2QlQg13No/w432-h640/Dash_%252526_Lily_S1_Poster.webp" width="432" /></a></div><div>We discussed Dash and Lily <i>at length</i> <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/12/blogmas-day-20-lets-talk-dash-and-lily.html">yesterday</a>. In short yes, you should watch it for a cute, Christmasy good time. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Get Santa</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XzzuQ2NkB7C5QnHWLCbQoJ3sPehUGinOL9Ow8OpvSV1xNEhROLv7S9mIhA5UWDT7b0mFOOS9KD-CAaFhyphenhyphen225mVlZthD7VJrynWMtlLaR-c3bN0_mqVoHWPRmLsGiQ4BbEwKL8qjwpm8/s597/67265cc1fc45cd1683231edf865328abc6d56db7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="426" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XzzuQ2NkB7C5QnHWLCbQoJ3sPehUGinOL9Ow8OpvSV1xNEhROLv7S9mIhA5UWDT7b0mFOOS9KD-CAaFhyphenhyphen225mVlZthD7VJrynWMtlLaR-c3bN0_mqVoHWPRmLsGiQ4BbEwKL8qjwpm8/w456-h640/67265cc1fc45cd1683231edf865328abc6d56db7.jpg" width="456" /></a></div>Santa accidentally goes to jail and it's up to a young boy and his dad to save Christmas. It was meh. I was told this was a funny movie and I might argue otherwise. Should you watch it? Meh?<div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Let it Snow</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sSsaVBhkuOQlnXHGerRS9HS5nwTEjzUOqJw00BVig7si5x5pNZvNWERCyuBA0eHraVwPGTIumgcQUUi4WLJn82kaYDNQxYizt8Ccdj2xh1SgEBcvJfjmfRwCeKuYS7I8qMcTF6xyLBM/s1350/EGiP3NBVAAAk19F.jpg-large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sSsaVBhkuOQlnXHGerRS9HS5nwTEjzUOqJw00BVig7si5x5pNZvNWERCyuBA0eHraVwPGTIumgcQUUi4WLJn82kaYDNQxYizt8Ccdj2xh1SgEBcvJfjmfRwCeKuYS7I8qMcTF6xyLBM/w512-h640/EGiP3NBVAAAk19F.jpg-large.jpeg" width="512" /></a></div><div>Firstly, until I googled this photo right now, I did not realize this was based on a John Greene novel. Whoops. I <i>thoroughly</i> enjoyed this movie. Reminded me of a teenaged <i>Valentine's Day</i> or <i>He's Just Not That Into You</i> where we follow a handful of characters that eventually all end up intertwined and at the same place. Bonus points for the Harry Potter references (we love a good HP reference). You should watch this.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Operation Christmas Drop</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMkELLGdm8OKXWjbY0z62EpCc1wR25ldYxS2ZJ4IHpXrgic1gyRSeTLPfn7sO7w2MbKvRbakEE1H7mMXrKhG8JVsmPzz2ZdEG-aGEh-XEjJ5ARCiCTH13ysasQtjQ24Du9MuBtJOw_mq0/s512/AAAABTDcl2OChjq61_DumNDQopd3aL7_1BplQJSgI9wmry4_ZcIz9n8_rRNsbNcN42e1UfFcwi0loOPmF95cB3OSel5LTpU1HQ5zJZaQLiy2ft234C1VGxZV-MYfJ_TFJw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="512" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMkELLGdm8OKXWjbY0z62EpCc1wR25ldYxS2ZJ4IHpXrgic1gyRSeTLPfn7sO7w2MbKvRbakEE1H7mMXrKhG8JVsmPzz2ZdEG-aGEh-XEjJ5ARCiCTH13ysasQtjQ24Du9MuBtJOw_mq0/w640-h360/AAAABTDcl2OChjq61_DumNDQopd3aL7_1BplQJSgI9wmry4_ZcIz9n8_rRNsbNcN42e1UfFcwi0loOPmF95cB3OSel5LTpU1HQ5zJZaQLiy2ft234C1VGxZV-MYfJ_TFJw.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Watch this movie if for no other reason that it is based on a true story and we get photos of real Christmas Drops in the credits. Heartwarming AF. <div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The Christmas Chronicles 2</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmml3MI7_VBaEf1yUk0TnWCPzrYcUr6MQnzdvsJeNUNRz1y5cPOzEnCVbOB0ePA3Nez4qZpE1larQ0-JLuDeYX0FZuD9QBtQ9Ss8eOpX1bzTzv1W52GdSwrr6SpsvMb2NMfbs9Nuehdc/s1200/MV5BMGJiZDc1OWMtNzMwMC00NzM0LTljMDgtZGJjODVhZDMzMmJjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODk4OTc3MTY%2540._V1_UY1200_CR90%252C0%252C630%252C1200_AL_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="630" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmml3MI7_VBaEf1yUk0TnWCPzrYcUr6MQnzdvsJeNUNRz1y5cPOzEnCVbOB0ePA3Nez4qZpE1larQ0-JLuDeYX0FZuD9QBtQ9Ss8eOpX1bzTzv1W52GdSwrr6SpsvMb2NMfbs9Nuehdc/w336-h640/MV5BMGJiZDc1OWMtNzMwMC00NzM0LTljMDgtZGJjODVhZDMzMmJjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODk4OTc3MTY%2540._V1_UY1200_CR90%252C0%252C630%252C1200_AL_.jpg" width="336" /></a></div>Is this the creme de la creme of Netflix Christmas movies? It might be. The VISUALS. The COSTUMES. The AESTHETIC. An elf named BELSNICKLE. Watch it.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Midnight at Magnolia</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAe1suzRpkqw7HOb1eaax-Nfk8KQw2RRC7z2xoPRY2fabqlfvomwXLi0Il3uuhkvj5haEgon2trsodbx9H1WidTu_lfpMytnWNMZXEJ3BRthLZmSwhpZci2jBSyQDJ-HBnUQPpVZA_Io/s665/AAAABdp0cnsqpDaiH8fqhvwg_0AiWAh9H5IqgQ7XhoFfcyVW-LPllLJUZzrEhgPjbTIED7n5lw2TTircsv_66khyTlmUAlot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="665" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAe1suzRpkqw7HOb1eaax-Nfk8KQw2RRC7z2xoPRY2fabqlfvomwXLi0Il3uuhkvj5haEgon2trsodbx9H1WidTu_lfpMytnWNMZXEJ3BRthLZmSwhpZci2jBSyQDJ-HBnUQPpVZA_Io/w640-h360/AAAABdp0cnsqpDaiH8fqhvwg_0AiWAh9H5IqgQ7XhoFfcyVW-LPllLJUZzrEhgPjbTIED7n5lw2TTircsv_66khyTlmUAlot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>There was nothing believable about the dialogue in this movie or the way in which it was delivered. I almost turned it off because it was so irritating (but then I just skipped around to find out how it ended because I still needed to know it ended, nonetheless). Do not waste your precious Christmas movie watching time on this one. <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The Holiday Movies that Made Us: Elf</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYS1zA98qc6zoS7scFvTUsKnv_rQuNGVbcU8i-TYjMtJNCusLjMTUL-AzNtSKfkVLBgjvqbNaaLnPCoNGtds3Y7S_iiU5wmWKAz0dpt_rSezgWq3Q91xRPZW1_J3M-aZ4VQ5Vq95RVno/s341/AAAABfJNb53yKqQCynD3dK3ZgZez2-dUbyQQz05JZwBHkYQijKu_Rqswa4NBs9M6aqeRpQKwDkb02UDViKkfh_C2xSOk2mMPKKq29ZdW57zxx7Jlg7eoP2VZHwDz8Jk0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="341" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYS1zA98qc6zoS7scFvTUsKnv_rQuNGVbcU8i-TYjMtJNCusLjMTUL-AzNtSKfkVLBgjvqbNaaLnPCoNGtds3Y7S_iiU5wmWKAz0dpt_rSezgWq3Q91xRPZW1_J3M-aZ4VQ5Vq95RVno/w640-h360/AAAABfJNb53yKqQCynD3dK3ZgZez2-dUbyQQz05JZwBHkYQijKu_Rqswa4NBs9M6aqeRpQKwDkb02UDViKkfh_C2xSOk2mMPKKq29ZdW57zxx7Jlg7eoP2VZHwDz8Jk0.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>There are two of these that I know of - one for <i>The Nightmare Before Christmas</i> and one for <i>Elf</i>. I watched the one for Elf and you 100% should too. It's a behind the scenes look at the making of Elf by the people who made it. It was so fun and so interesting. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Jingle Jangle</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIXZ6Qp6KblZsZ6nMAc-GL0lmZRX69AdY-_2xqa5GLHmv_oSwLZJgDyHDtjEP3FS9MCC548FlpFXf3dDX__eTYu_aFm2G962dn5BIsvLaYYTZjZ3diBcMmDG-HTpj95fvEu-1jYE2670/s1350/Jingle_Jangle_A_Christmas_Journey_Poster_01.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIXZ6Qp6KblZsZ6nMAc-GL0lmZRX69AdY-_2xqa5GLHmv_oSwLZJgDyHDtjEP3FS9MCC548FlpFXf3dDX__eTYu_aFm2G962dn5BIsvLaYYTZjZ3diBcMmDG-HTpj95fvEu-1jYE2670/w512-h640/Jingle_Jangle_A_Christmas_Journey_Poster_01.webp" width="512" /></a></div>If you want song and dance and magic and FUN, watch Jingle Jangle. This move was a freakin GOOD TIME. Stunning visuals, incredible dancing, and the soundtrack is A BOP. Special shout out to Ms. Johnston - we stan. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Cinderella Story Christmas Wish</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYnlNbtnQ0yvcf8tkhOD4uhhYYx3oOpUn2GHSVRX9voIbHSo2zMJdw7dlB788kHHt7zKT_Y7TmhgG6sesIMpIHIVerJ9LGodnt3FoxTCYrs-GB2tR9Y1lmI6ajDHkAmElxinzR7wdeRU/s597/acinderellastorychristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="426" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYnlNbtnQ0yvcf8tkhOD4uhhYYx3oOpUn2GHSVRX9voIbHSo2zMJdw7dlB788kHHt7zKT_Y7TmhgG6sesIMpIHIVerJ9LGodnt3FoxTCYrs-GB2tR9Y1lmI6ajDHkAmElxinzR7wdeRU/w456-h640/acinderellastorychristmas.jpg" width="456" /></a></div>A modern retelling of Cinderella. It was a cute, enjoyable watch but if you are low on time please skip this one and watch <i>The Christmas Chronicles</i> instead. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What Christmas movies have you been watching this season?!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><center><br /></center></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-52007852911069772362020-12-20T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-20T07:00:00.699-07:00Blogmas Day 20: Let's Talk Dash and Lily<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMfv6T-jegCOnIezS8QFHwJJFWhUn1B0Ffy6GN9A_1hFpAF6FZfS0irP9XVHRGSAVxWYhVruFFCrmF5YKDXUk6BYxI46rt0f2F5JWFqdktHTlD4CuHTZkrC6MJ2qC7ZdlX1UpSHcJY0g/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMfv6T-jegCOnIezS8QFHwJJFWhUn1B0Ffy6GN9A_1hFpAF6FZfS0irP9XVHRGSAVxWYhVruFFCrmF5YKDXUk6BYxI46rt0f2F5JWFqdktHTlD4CuHTZkrC6MJ2qC7ZdlX1UpSHcJY0g/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>When I learned that <i>Dash and Lily's Book of Dares</i> was being turned into a <a href="https://youtu.be/AmW5GO6btMM">Netflix series</a> this year I realized I needed to add it to my <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/11/blogmas-day-2-december-tbr.html">December TBR</a> <i>stat</i> so that I could read the book in order to watch the Netflix series (because in this house you always read the book first). So that is what I did and now I am here to talk about it. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXc_rZqeaAbAHeq2mREm5mTNCRWWQFX-88hVJMP4AEOoUiUbLhMqovn5AsE6NBzUYnb1xdC_VA0J2qFieUnWqA3VqNdLwnMTgVells4cLPWk3Gqdit7Yd58qKL0fpvpYIkVquejgmZb4/s2048/81k-5q1rn9L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1360" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXc_rZqeaAbAHeq2mREm5mTNCRWWQFX-88hVJMP4AEOoUiUbLhMqovn5AsE6NBzUYnb1xdC_VA0J2qFieUnWqA3VqNdLwnMTgVells4cLPWk3Gqdit7Yd58qKL0fpvpYIkVquejgmZb4/w265-h400/81k-5q1rn9L.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJkn_3D8jKaEh6mo8OgZAdZ8MtUrg-U3-bQ2fZedXGpW-WkTeZ9uQjXUApgbsDpEykYHwPgGPVYpuXJWM4IvDLsSYeMn0TsrnSqWFKRuixFhBDYcudypLrd9knFhr8QprVlVtT8LnLmw/s591/MV5BYmZmN2NlMjQtOTJiYS00ZmI4LWFmMTItNDk1ZDNmYTBkZDZiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDM2NDM2MQ%2540%2540._V1_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="424" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJkn_3D8jKaEh6mo8OgZAdZ8MtUrg-U3-bQ2fZedXGpW-WkTeZ9uQjXUApgbsDpEykYHwPgGPVYpuXJWM4IvDLsSYeMn0TsrnSqWFKRuixFhBDYcudypLrd9knFhr8QprVlVtT8LnLmw/w288-h400/MV5BYmZmN2NlMjQtOTJiYS00ZmI4LWFmMTItNDk1ZDNmYTBkZDZiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDM2NDM2MQ%2540%2540._V1_.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Dash and Lily's Book of Dares is about a teenage girl named Lily who randomly places a notebook in the shelves of The Strand bookstore in New York City that contains clues, eventually setting its finder on a mission to decode a dare. As you can guess by the title, a teenage boy named Dash finds this notebook one day and plays along. We then follow Dash and Lily throughout the course of the story as they get to know each other via the notebook and the dares they send each other on, across all of New York City. This book had been super hyped up across the book-ternet so I was expecting it to be more exciting than it actually was. So, in that sense it was a little bit of a let down however, it was an enjoyable read and I had a good time reading it. I rated it 3/5 stars.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am here to say...the Netflix series is <i><u>wildly</u></i> different than the book. BUT...I am actually not mad at it. Normally, I hate this. I hate this to the very core of my being, when movie people change things around and make stuff up for no good reason other than to like, I dunno shake it up? But why are we shaking it up when you have a very fine piece of writing in front of you that literally tells you exactly what should be in your movie? But I think it didn't bother me with Dash and Lily for two reasons:</div><div><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">1.) The Netflix series is an eight-episode series. The book is only 260 pages. I could see why content-wise they'd need to tweak or add some stuff in order to fill up eight episodes worth. And,</div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">2.) I didn't really feel super emotionally invested in these characters or the story so I suppose it didn't bother me that stuff got changed around?</div></div></blockquote><div><div><br /></div><div>In fact - I daresay, did I like the Netflix series better??</div><div><br /></div><div>Character-wise I actually found Lily to be kind annoying in the book. In the book she's sixteen but her behavior makes her seem a lot younger/more immature than that. I get that that's part of her story line - the coming of age of a socially awkward wallflower but it was a little eye-roll inducing at times. The movie did a good job of highlighting her breaking out of her shell in a less cringey way. I definitely liked Dash's character a lot more and similarly, the Netflix series did a good job of amplifying what was good about his character. </div><div><br /></div><div>Plot-wise, Netflix took a lot of creative liberty in their adaptation. A LOT. I'm talking entire plot lines added, entire plot lines taken away. The way in which Dash and Lily eventually meet - which is essentially the crux of the story, is done completely different on the small screen than in the book. But again - I kind of liked it better?? The series made it so that their paths unknowingly crossed in advance of their actual first meet which I think kind of makes it more dreamy you know? Like, you bump into your soulmate on the street and you didn't even know it was your soulmate how romantic right??!</div><div><br /></div><div>There are small things Netflix got wrong that don't really matter in the scheme of things but again - like, it's written in the book guys why not just I don't know, do what it says? Lily is supposed to wear black-rimmed glasses, Dash's best friend Boomer is supposed to be ginormously tall, Dash is supposed to be staying at his mom's house over Christmas, that kind of stuff. But all is forgiven because we got a Harry Potter reference in the Netflix series. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, after talking that through I think it's safe to say I liked the Netflix series better than the book. Mark this down; let it be known on this day in history, the 20th of December 2020, Carissa liked a mini-series adaptation better than its book. A real Christmas miracle. That said, if you haven't already - go watch Dash and Lily on Netflix. It's a fun, cute, Christmasy good time and you can take comfort in the fact that you are not missing anything if you don't read the book. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1lj70dglvuMvTmEUIEPUAjKAUueYm78IOEue2kGt4r5K5JuBnXFOz1xsPNrAULcapLs-0BJSUonnyAFnxGJpRplhd2TPXgzpNWDzSg2vz2OveF7SSRF876SUSF7LacFnMSzk8ZJjWhk/s1280/or9zwolz9orpkxwyjcsn.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1lj70dglvuMvTmEUIEPUAjKAUueYm78IOEue2kGt4r5K5JuBnXFOz1xsPNrAULcapLs-0BJSUonnyAFnxGJpRplhd2TPXgzpNWDzSg2vz2OveF7SSRF876SUSF7LacFnMSzk8ZJjWhk/w640-h360/or9zwolz9orpkxwyjcsn.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>There are two more books in the Dash and Lily series that I plan to continue on with, so I am excited to see where their story goes. And who knows, maybe next year we'll get the Netflix series to continue on too?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-52792985600519769842020-12-19T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-19T07:00:06.642-07:00Blogmas Day 19: Taylor Swift Christmas Songs Ranked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5hE030NBYRXg0MoG3zA0-zIHrBCl_mfZyX7mk3XRdzpSYl_56dHEiwItxnhfTE71PdzrxC0kGvBs7gGo2ZMJ5_009YXQ9b59s7C4QiJdoF9byu3CzO_TfcgwgMQ-GhtxQP3h07fbVcI/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5hE030NBYRXg0MoG3zA0-zIHrBCl_mfZyX7mk3XRdzpSYl_56dHEiwItxnhfTE71PdzrxC0kGvBs7gGo2ZMJ5_009YXQ9b59s7C4QiJdoF9byu3CzO_TfcgwgMQ-GhtxQP3h07fbVcI/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>If you thought we'd get through 25 days of Blogmas without me rambling on about Taylor Swift in some capacity you'd be wrong. <div><br /></div><div>Because people forget that in 2008 Taylor Swift blessed us with a Christmas EP - The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMtFEmaQ1h01X5eYy8318azD8bInKAsxPTEutVspdagPB1VIlGB783XV3PbjGYlsp5wVPmaTu0r12575pt8fRY2XenYJyBAKJElzG1-JgtVh8nGN0mJXXpg_oZXIajNdUs_T68K-2Ctc/s250/The_Taylor_Swift_Holiday_Collection.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMtFEmaQ1h01X5eYy8318azD8bInKAsxPTEutVspdagPB1VIlGB783XV3PbjGYlsp5wVPmaTu0r12575pt8fRY2XenYJyBAKJElzG1-JgtVh8nGN0mJXXpg_oZXIajNdUs_T68K-2Ctc/s16000/The_Taylor_Swift_Holiday_Collection.png" /></a></div><div>Swifties know. Swifties never forget and every Christmas Swifties dust off this old EP and play some Taylor Swift country Christmas. And I am here to rank it, and every other Christmas song released by the Queen of December herself (lol it's just one other one but go with it mmk?)</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Taylor Swift Christmas Songs: Ranked</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>7.) White Christmas </div><div>We love the violin in this version.</div><div><br /></div><div>6.) Santa Baby</div><div>The way a teenaged Taylor says "<i>Tiffanyyyyyyyyy's</i>" </div><div><br /></div><div>5.) Last Christmas</div><div>I love this Christmas song whether Taylor is singing it or not.</div><div><br /></div><div>4.) Christmas Must Be Something More</div><div>A Taylor Swift original.</div><div><br /></div><div>3.) Christmases When You Were Mine</div><div>Another Taylor original. The only one who can do sad break up song but make it Christmasy.</div><div><br /></div><div>2.) Silent Night</div><div>I love the spin she puts on this while still sounding classic and traditional. Bonus points for the chorus of "Hallelujah" at the end. My heart 🥰</div><div><br /></div><div>1.) Christmas Tree Farm</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJepS2eYH6oErZ-JFF-r4MJc1xZ5wpA8DXaRPOd0fk045uRw-qVKtkqNFaQL8U7OTLl0wMnIuYJEMkJq8gZS10GzN7GP7AYG3pICk0Ru-KFG2IIjUPoRWyZg8Ho68hVegchFNZgvuHQw/s300/Taylor_Swift_-_Christmas_Tree_Farm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJepS2eYH6oErZ-JFF-r4MJc1xZ5wpA8DXaRPOd0fk045uRw-qVKtkqNFaQL8U7OTLl0wMnIuYJEMkJq8gZS10GzN7GP7AYG3pICk0Ru-KFG2IIjUPoRWyZg8Ho68hVegchFNZgvuHQw/s16000/Taylor_Swift_-_Christmas_Tree_Farm.png" /></a></div><div>The crown jewel of Swiftmas, released last year in 2019 and I have been dying to be transported to this Christmas tree farm ever since. I want to dance under sparking lights with sweet dreams of holly and ribbon, where mistakes are forgiven and everything is icy and bluuuuuuuuue. </div><div><br /></div><div>Swifties - as Taylor rerecords her old music do we think we'll get updated versions of the Holiday Collection? Could we be so lucky?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-1007428359165323772020-12-18T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-18T07:00:00.350-07:00Blogmas Day 18: Flashback Friday III<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDXFqa1CONHkgy4GdFOgHD8tYDKIC6hrVELBN8ru7iv8oVcRDrcwI1zvJliuehGPF4MAxmzyJtDA7mqsUZbe_KbIOrjTVtVrryfgPI9KjpnLWHRv_POr3TPZIiBrTY_SviCY20aYVSkA/s2050/Blogmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDXFqa1CONHkgy4GdFOgHD8tYDKIC6hrVELBN8ru7iv8oVcRDrcwI1zvJliuehGPF4MAxmzyJtDA7mqsUZbe_KbIOrjTVtVrryfgPI9KjpnLWHRv_POr3TPZIiBrTY_SviCY20aYVSkA/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>For the third and final installment of Blogmas 2020's Flashback Friday, I thought I'd throw it back to 2019 wherein, I revisited our Christmas photos from each year. This was the first time I'd actually collected a photo from each year and lined them up chronologically. That kind of a thing is always fun for me. Christmas photos mean a lot to me and we have so much fun trying to think up new places to go each year. And for posterity's sake, I've added 2019's photo.<div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Christmas TBT - Christmas Photo Edition</span></b><br /><div><i>Published on 12/5/2019</i><br /><center><br /></center></div></div>
It's Throwback Thursday Christmas photo edition because guess what? That's what I'm in the mood for on this 5th day of Blogmas: a trip down memory lane.<br />
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We're throwing it back to 2011 to begin with because that was the year I made the very adult decision to start taking family photos and send out Christmas cards accompanied by a nice long Christmas letter because it's me and I love to write and ramble on paper. Some might say Christmas letters are an exercise in futility in the age of social media (as in, everyone already knows what you've been doing all year long) but to that I say pshaw! It's fun and nostalgic and PRO TIP: if you collect all your letters year after year and put them in a scrapbook with your Christmas photos it makes for excellent memory keeping!<br />
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I just told y'all that I still write out Christmas letters and scrapbook...does this make me old fashioned? Do people still scrapbook? Am I behind the times? Whatever, I will ponder this later.<br />
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Shout out to my dad who took these photos and my mom who stood next to him saying over and over again, "<i>Where's the birds?!? Maycee where's the birds?!</i>" so that Maycee would actually look at the camera. That's why her eyes look like she wants to murder you - because she thinks there's dead birds nearby to be retrieved. Also RIP to the best curled hair I've ever managed to do myself and in eight years have been unsuccessful in duplicating.</div>
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Maycee still on the lookout for those birds...</div>
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Gunther sitting up tall and proud like goodest most handsomest boy he knows that he is. </div>
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On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, and Vixen, Comet, and Cupid, and Maycee and Gunther.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2014</span></b></div>
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The first year my dear friend Jennica of <a href="https://www.amaesphotography.com/">Amaes Photography</a> started taking our photos. We went up north for the day to cruise around and find some cool spots this year, and they are some of my most favorite photos. Dogs obviously still in tow because as discussed, dogs are people too. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2015</span></b></div>
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I can't <i>not</i> have my dogs in my Christmas photos but I'm not gonna lie, trying to get them placed and posed nicely mostly just sounds like, "<i>Maycee come here! No Gunther, I said Maycee. Gunther lay down. No, come over here and lay down. Maycee sit. STAY. Both of you STAY. No, Maycee stay THERE.</i>" We are a shit show most of the time but <a href="https://www.amaesphotography.com/">Jennica</a> makes us look nice and normal in our photos and for that I am thankful. </div>
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(actual birds in this photo and homegirl would not be deterred)</div>
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Perhaps my favorite year because AS we were taking our photos it literally started to snow. SNOW!</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2017</span></b></div>
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Tried to get Gunther off the log but he wasn't having it. Tried to get Maycee on the log but she was also not having it. You win some you lose some. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2018</span></b></div>
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Serious Forbidden Forest vibes this year and I was/am still living for it.<br />
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Can't wait to add 2019 to the collection! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">**2020 Carissa here, adding in <b><span style="font-size: large;">2019</span></b>'s Christmas photo:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFh0QQflBihr2wekuXXpMPgfmCjMdWiuYc0VCl2WAQDOAAqC5OnzpTo4oaZB0pmSws5stJRg2D5Xj1QJp8FKPnzU9XCqhRggmPFstV_Vo-Dfs53I4txmBD0N8cyG25jYxzr4YSkQKyXMI/s2048/Photos+%2528284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFh0QQflBihr2wekuXXpMPgfmCjMdWiuYc0VCl2WAQDOAAqC5OnzpTo4oaZB0pmSws5stJRg2D5Xj1QJp8FKPnzU9XCqhRggmPFstV_Vo-Dfs53I4txmBD0N8cyG25jYxzr4YSkQKyXMI/w640-h428/Photos+%2528284%2529.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Dogs, cowboy hat, all the usual suspects are here.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UpY03RAXwXKbDZdy_GLTqpBSCk1m-RTgCbv391Ze5AwRDge7FEUpzfQbPYRm8jo5HZV7Dgoue7-0qCKgoN7MPzkr15ayueoIjz3_nAimNPGRv2EIbH1V3pA8LEYiPJGjKJtPIIt3S_8/s2048/Photos+%252857%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UpY03RAXwXKbDZdy_GLTqpBSCk1m-RTgCbv391Ze5AwRDge7FEUpzfQbPYRm8jo5HZV7Dgoue7-0qCKgoN7MPzkr15ayueoIjz3_nAimNPGRv2EIbH1V3pA8LEYiPJGjKJtPIIt3S_8/w640-h428/Photos+%252857%2529.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Do you take Christmas photos each year?!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
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Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-9277392879688901302020-12-17T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-17T07:00:11.386-07:00Blogmas Day 17: The Thursday Five Vol. 6<div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqSmsyub1E7p8wBPx00d6vlwD4f7XaHch4y75jrbMNTlZCFFe5_tOTcRo-ISW5rjnh7iUBhjB6BrASfHLrP3J4y58EjAGnDJlFFSJ8JxRdFrpiVPZ21oN3Oa8AzrY5d693IxdCiJfVTI/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqSmsyub1E7p8wBPx00d6vlwD4f7XaHch4y75jrbMNTlZCFFe5_tOTcRo-ISW5rjnh7iUBhjB6BrASfHLrP3J4y58EjAGnDJlFFSJ8JxRdFrpiVPZ21oN3Oa8AzrY5d693IxdCiJfVTI/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Recommendation</span></b></div><div><a href="https://hoosierhomemade.com/christmas-candy-pretzel-hugs/">These</a> Christmas Candy Pretzel Hugs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVr7j2brqAd__NWLFR5awBVBoQHtAIlwW04lvOLPhJLF5YdN-LJQ-StQWHnJifAEYfrqBvilm71DxxkfQ7P9C0hGwvjX0CGeEaY5BeyhIX61wX_hm3SAeCD0Sfr13GLcZgQASFnwoONU/s2048/IMG_7584.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVr7j2brqAd__NWLFR5awBVBoQHtAIlwW04lvOLPhJLF5YdN-LJQ-StQWHnJifAEYfrqBvilm71DxxkfQ7P9C0hGwvjX0CGeEaY5BeyhIX61wX_hm3SAeCD0Sfr13GLcZgQASFnwoONU/w480-h640/IMG_7584.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Laugh </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NaLHxESWO1liSm1QpFl6GECFkJwLBYWkUekbjWBJdsisc5w8IsaahtICFsfSZ4b-f9521d-RqdbNdL3UxlpY83EDCpO8Z89g3QVhcQQvI-NnO8rvTp_5gfWnIOhehmpv8kQqwQTUa_E/s1039/IMG_7798.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1039" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NaLHxESWO1liSm1QpFl6GECFkJwLBYWkUekbjWBJdsisc5w8IsaahtICFsfSZ4b-f9521d-RqdbNdL3UxlpY83EDCpO8Z89g3QVhcQQvI-NnO8rvTp_5gfWnIOhehmpv8kQqwQTUa_E/w510-h640/IMG_7798.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Song</span></b></div><div><i><a href="https://youtu.be/WuvhOD-mP8M">T'is the Damn Season</a></i> by Taylor Swift</div><div>A song about returning to your hometown for the holidays and reigniting an old flame. Is this a Christmas song? A heartbreak Christmas song? Let's discuss. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Moment of Happiness</span></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Idv66Ghu2WV8cGlPKHUvEZs5lWc2AbSxcPXlsRbzltwlBH-HnIYmwxC8eXTKnI157Z48PyhgLZYrAjzDQwUyPDzZbVY_JgrXbva2NbMTeLmrAhBZ3ZDUTiJguJhyfbN6Z5v_JYbnBl8/s828/IMG_7817+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="828" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Idv66Ghu2WV8cGlPKHUvEZs5lWc2AbSxcPXlsRbzltwlBH-HnIYmwxC8eXTKnI157Z48PyhgLZYrAjzDQwUyPDzZbVY_JgrXbva2NbMTeLmrAhBZ3ZDUTiJguJhyfbN6Z5v_JYbnBl8/w640-h352/IMG_7817+2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>It's hard to tell but it's snowing outside in this picture. I wrote about how last weekend my family and I <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/12/blogmas-day-15-gangland-christmas-in.html">went up to Greer</a> for our annual holiday weekend trip and it snowed all night while we listened to Christmas music, played corn hole in our cabin, and ate cinnamon rolls. And it made me v happy. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-49182226232841482472020-12-16T07:00:00.007-07:002020-12-16T07:00:03.522-07:00Blogmas Day 16: New Girl: Christmas Episodes RankedBack in November I ranked all the <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/11/new-girl-thanksgiving-episodes-ranked.html">New Girl Thanksgiving episodes</a> so if you thought I'd let December go by without doing the same with the Christmas episodes you would be wrong. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypjINMEE1P9VVL-0h5lM86A32rIj_qmeENQulgOLJ0C0FY0gIVLmbenDpYtiLmHhTnO44pPE_wcDAGsR_NDxNDLhhFLjxV4dc7-WL7ufcgvDdh4rtvgSDg-I2TaG98G6Z5gh6amA73yY/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypjINMEE1P9VVL-0h5lM86A32rIj_qmeENQulgOLJ0C0FY0gIVLmbenDpYtiLmHhTnO44pPE_wcDAGsR_NDxNDLhhFLjxV4dc7-WL7ufcgvDdh4rtvgSDg-I2TaG98G6Z5gh6amA73yY/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>There is surprisingly, a meager four Christmas episodes out of New Girl's seven seasons. Here are my favorites, from least fav to most fav. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>4.) Season 6 Episode 10 Christmas Eve Eve</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHq4SJ8_obr4QSNfamqnUL9VHMdYm6SHnsw6it-0D6WHUbFHOPJDCiDeM46n_kI68h03IY4R0_669nSXpPyuirxAt4hNgyvEtKqSDjAjpaeM4f3wmNiIW-QxuhyphenhyphenEZW1eZqxfjoFLsApw0/s740/new-girl-s06e10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="740" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHq4SJ8_obr4QSNfamqnUL9VHMdYm6SHnsw6it-0D6WHUbFHOPJDCiDeM46n_kI68h03IY4R0_669nSXpPyuirxAt4hNgyvEtKqSDjAjpaeM4f3wmNiIW-QxuhyphenhyphenEZW1eZqxfjoFLsApw0/w640-h426/new-girl-s06e10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div>The group tries to cancel Christmas but at the behest of one Jessica Day, they instead decide on a Secret Santa exchange. Winston and Schmidt argue over the use of aliases when Schmidt accidentally refuses a package that was to be delivered to Rear Admiral J. Garage-ah-roo (that is the phonetic spelling because who the hell knows how Winston spelled this in his mind). A "classic Schmidt and Garage-ah-roo mess around" ensues in order to make sure CeCe (the name Winston drew) has a gift for the exchange. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jess attempts to fly Nick's new girlfriend Reagan into town as his gift but miscommunication ensues and they end up getting into a fight about it. Ultimately, Jess is accidentally left out of the Secret Santa exchange all together when she forgets to put her own name in the draw back in October. When there is no gift for Jess the roommates end up miraculously arranging a gospel choir and Darlene Love performance for Jess in the street complete with falling snow (shredded receipts).</div><div><br /></div><div>Funny notes about this episode: </div><div>-Schmidt and Winston unable to decide if they love or hate brick and mortar stores. V relatable in 2020.</div><div>-Nick can't pronounce "cashmere" ("katch-Mer")</div><div><br /></div><div>As I mentioned in my Thanksgiving ranking, this episode is at the bottom not because it's a bad episode, but because it drew the least amount of lol's for me. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>3.) Season 4 Episode 11 LAXmas</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjIz7Ls1CEk48P8W9nfPsxstiTLdxVufzn0B6MScZN4WFKouFbyWGTN47Dg84wan0zTqSljoT7QK7_6JvOyOSysE6v-c0adZsFAY6iE6OPN-26hxPWosWtsXmes2ureCRqRGw3oWr6wA/s2048/MV5BMzA4ODY4NTQ2MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwOTI5NzM2MzE%2540._V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1587" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjIz7Ls1CEk48P8W9nfPsxstiTLdxVufzn0B6MScZN4WFKouFbyWGTN47Dg84wan0zTqSljoT7QK7_6JvOyOSysE6v-c0adZsFAY6iE6OPN-26hxPWosWtsXmes2ureCRqRGw3oWr6wA/w496-h640/MV5BMzA4ODY4NTQ2MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwOTI5NzM2MzE%2540._V1_.jpg" width="496" /></a></div></div><div>In this episode the roommates head to the airport together to spend time with each other before they all fly out to their respective destinations. Jess's boyfriend Ryan invites her to London to spend Christmas with his family. She finds out his family is wildly wealthy and she has a major complex about it. It's a mad house at the airport when all flights are cancelled due to a midwest snow storm. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jess gets everyone's tickets rearranged and taken care of with the exception of Nick and Winston, for whom she has to haggle with the ticket counter employee. It does not go well. Nick and CeCe sneak into the first class lounge and Schmidt ends up telling off a slimy old dude after he makes a pass at CeCe. It is HILARIOUS as he carries on about how he's from Long Island and this man is a "dirty old bitch." Jess ends up befriending the grumpy ticket counter employee at the airport bar, they drink together sharing their misery and he ends up helping her and her friends get on their flights. When Jess chickens out and doesn't get on her flight to London the group comes together to make sure she does. This is a sweet episode and you love to see everyone come together for our queen Jessica Day.</div><div><br /></div><div>If nothing else, please just watch this episode to watch Schmidt tell off the old creepy dude and carry on about his Long Island roots. It will earn you some good lol's.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>2.) Season 2 Episode 11 Santa</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRjIK8g4QV_Bew6W3OzxyV6EJN9PBOQwt0cEL7qt4RUInLdw9Z7DRqgzuiv0RtJ0d_HA-Bf-oNxAacqjLxwt4_D8udtaKF9aLWqAFtw1JJo3yocxx4KkAZK4lrjPNgviT5OBg1qN_ryU/s653/New-Girl-Season-2-Episode-11-Santa-7.jpg.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="653" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRjIK8g4QV_Bew6W3OzxyV6EJN9PBOQwt0cEL7qt4RUInLdw9Z7DRqgzuiv0RtJ0d_HA-Bf-oNxAacqjLxwt4_D8udtaKF9aLWqAFtw1JJo3yocxx4KkAZK4lrjPNgviT5OBg1qN_ryU/w640-h440/New-Girl-Season-2-Episode-11-Santa-7.jpg.webp" width="640" /></a></div></div><div>This episode begins with Winston getting a cranberry stuck in his ear. The gang agrees to try and hit up all the Christmas parties they can in an effort to spend time together before Nick leaves for Chicago. Jess wants to go out to all said parties in an effort to stop thinking about Sam and ends up running into him at the first party. Sam tells her he wants her back, she doesn't know what to do about it so she tells him she's in love with Winston, who still can't hear due to aforementioned cranberry stuck in his ear and hilarity ensues. Nick attempts to impress his stripper girlfriend by trying to prove how sexually uninhibited he is. It does not go well. Jess changes her mind about Sam and the gang all ends up at the hospital (where he works) so that she can chase him down and get him back. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lol's:</div><div>-Nick attempts to give his girlfriend a lap dance who's like, "puh-lease." She then attempts to give Nick a lap dance until Schmidt marches over and is like "puh-lease" and proceeds to give Nick a lap dance. SO FUNNY. </div><div>-The gang gets pulled over on the way to the hospital and believe that "black Santa" has just let them off without a ticket. At their belief this officer is truly black Santa, Jewish Schmidt declares he is "so sick of hanging out with Christians." 😂</div><div><br /></div><div><b>1.) Season 1 Episode 9 The 23rd </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUR-MY5kTa6C_QSGhRbjllU7jQkwkrPo-J8yS-PBGN7EvUeTdmRN3VrIa1Kgb8hENFAz3-kXdOwBRXVHswQz1Bo2aSMGtrKvmXPK9j0ZuK44dxgxHDKZI1_kE5Kk17BMIxiQ4Agkp2Qk/s512/unnamed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="512" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUR-MY5kTa6C_QSGhRbjllU7jQkwkrPo-J8yS-PBGN7EvUeTdmRN3VrIa1Kgb8hENFAz3-kXdOwBRXVHswQz1Bo2aSMGtrKvmXPK9j0ZuK44dxgxHDKZI1_kE5Kk17BMIxiQ4Agkp2Qk/w640-h362/unnamed.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div>In this episode the roommates attend Schdmit's work Christmas party where Schmidt is playing the part of sexy Santa. Prior to, Jess's boyfriend Paul tells her he loves her to which she replies "thank you." She feels bad and doesn't know what to do about it. After a conversation with Nick she decides she has to break up with him. Later, Nick accidentally spills the beans to Paul thinking Jess already talked to/broke up with him. Nick gets locked outside on the patio with the both of them as they break up and hilarity ensues. "<i>Mom I can't talk right now I'm in a real weird situation" -Nick.</i> Meanwhile, Winston befriends Schmidt's boss's son and gets offered a job as his nanny. Schmidt stands up to his boss telling her he doesn't want to be sexy Santa any longer and weird sexual tension commences. Nick ends up missing his flight home as the group takes Jess to Candy Cane Lane on the way home to see the Christmas lights. The lights are all off because it's late so the gang starts yelling at the homes for them to turn their lights on. It's a Christmas miracle when it works and Jess is happy after her breakup, and so is everyone else.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is my favorite episode because the scene where Nick is stuck outside with Jess and Paul as they break up is so. funny. So awkward, so funny just...*chef's kiss.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please tell me you've watched New Girl by now?! What are your favorite episodes? Who is your favorite roommate? LET'S DISCUSS. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-44763527442660230732020-12-15T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-15T07:00:01.472-07:00Blogmas Day 15: A Gangland Christmas in Greer, ArizonaI mentioned earlier this Blogmas how taking <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/12/blogmas-day-9-my-christmas-traditions.html">a Christmas trip</a> with my family up north every year has become somewhat of a tradition. <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2019/12/a-semi-successful-blogmas-shenanigans.html">Last year</a> we went up to Greer, Arizona and loved it so much we returned this year.<div><br /></div><div>So Thursday Nate and I packed up as many jackets as we could and headed north. The drive there was normal and fine until we got to about Pine Top at which time, we slowed to about 35 miles per hour, observed one vehicle slid off the road and another vehicle crashed into a tree. Ice y'all. Ice and snow so very recent that snow plows were not out yet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tdNHaeIh0KZbvky5NaC-fxlojrjy4bP26UFe3c0hyJpG8x64p6zGtUUWSVZ-8f6xfp0GaChV-z-etTixwwdpuctHT5e74JI9H6nnA_3_e1louWjgZvUdJGLIl8Lw0NwfVHW6hMzlG-8/s1920/GPTempDownload+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tdNHaeIh0KZbvky5NaC-fxlojrjy4bP26UFe3c0hyJpG8x64p6zGtUUWSVZ-8f6xfp0GaChV-z-etTixwwdpuctHT5e74JI9H6nnA_3_e1louWjgZvUdJGLIl8Lw0NwfVHW6hMzlG-8/w640-h360/GPTempDownload+4.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimw0D5OTHRwyziiEF97lqdXDM03MmxuiA7JJNg1iFcOwOSjKTnGqTf2CeLWCgEWkXHDHb5-X0HTaDPj4n_wmATgrawNW4SJxqRkE8dslDVpLxx8C0wLXjW1Ac6vkbT3Azg9sqhwAosG-k/s1920/GPTempDownload+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimw0D5OTHRwyziiEF97lqdXDM03MmxuiA7JJNg1iFcOwOSjKTnGqTf2CeLWCgEWkXHDHb5-X0HTaDPj4n_wmATgrawNW4SJxqRkE8dslDVpLxx8C0wLXjW1Ac6vkbT3Azg9sqhwAosG-k/w640-h360/GPTempDownload+5.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div>When I looked outside the window to see the mountains and trees covered in snow while Dean Martin sang on my "<a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/12/blogmas-day-7-christmas-music-playlist.html">Christmas Classics</a>" playlist it was dreamlike. And then I would return my attention to the road ahead shining brightly with a sheen of ice and quickly be reminded that we are not in fact in a dream and should proceed with caution (lots!) . I think I annoyed Nate with my declarations of "Be careful. Just be careful ok? Should we slow down?"</div><div><br /></div><div>We arrived safely (thank you, Officer Townsend) and posted up in the cabin we'd be occupying for the next three nights.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mUgRGdMMaJdyrdI6ySvjtJ0okJ3E5NbqfMuGrhDOt774DfVbeoc1CAxKThDlf2akFyBJkFwW9i3N1ygyd1pJIKKBpCeSi0vzXi1l76Bmy1WYKTskmkgvKNOdrV7pOywzP15ZccWiShE/s2048/IMG_7760.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mUgRGdMMaJdyrdI6ySvjtJ0okJ3E5NbqfMuGrhDOt774DfVbeoc1CAxKThDlf2akFyBJkFwW9i3N1ygyd1pJIKKBpCeSi0vzXi1l76Bmy1WYKTskmkgvKNOdrV7pOywzP15ZccWiShE/w640-h480/IMG_7760.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYY859pFDXevhSSPnnVqkMMo00ODF1KPf9h6rHhwySPe15ZCypg2yrS0RwUCe0z_V5bI0wcyoS4Qh_rH5CtR4n-UEthAA2huAvqM_O585S-4rd83H2PG7Pg4qNYfYxuEoi13_B8CTOsc/s2048/IMG_7753.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYY859pFDXevhSSPnnVqkMMo00ODF1KPf9h6rHhwySPe15ZCypg2yrS0RwUCe0z_V5bI0wcyoS4Qh_rH5CtR4n-UEthAA2huAvqM_O585S-4rd83H2PG7Pg4qNYfYxuEoi13_B8CTOsc/w640-h480/IMG_7753.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>On Friday, we quickly discovered the cabin had corn hole boards and bags just sitting there, looking lonely, asking to be played with (heyooo). Our only choice was to oblige them. So we did a little rearranging of the furniture and voila - all the indoor space and vaulted ceilings we needed for a full 21 ft game of indoor, Christmasy corn hole.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday night after my sister and her husband arrived, we had dinner and played more corn hole, followed by a rousing game of Heads Up and a "Guess the Christmas Carol" emoji game where you have to guess the Christmas Carol based on a series of emojis provided. As expected, my mother won - she has a PhD in Christmas songs so I would expect nothing less of her. Some of them were difficult, I'll give the rest of us that much however, let me state for the record - I am thoroughly disappointed in my father who guessed "<i>Oh Holy Night</i>" for more than one answer and left many others blank. The cherry on top was the guess "Gangland Christmas."</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzIv1SFHhf-4Z4OCJG61BSPjY3MqoGbY4AgNT5UtrmdLxbk2wHUJWJS0h8ZUQi55YG4DZK4YCCOpYr7HCeu5byKXEEHCbk4a3CwM_g4HrA6wyxpOYJT4rA9SxfjMP0J5c_snO7GLogc8/s2048/IMG_7787.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzIv1SFHhf-4Z4OCJG61BSPjY3MqoGbY4AgNT5UtrmdLxbk2wHUJWJS0h8ZUQi55YG4DZK4YCCOpYr7HCeu5byKXEEHCbk4a3CwM_g4HrA6wyxpOYJT4rA9SxfjMP0J5c_snO7GLogc8/w480-h640/IMG_7787.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>GANGLAND CHRISTMAS. AS IF THAT HAS EVER BEEN THE NAME OF A CHRISTMAS SONG THAT YOU HAVE EVER HEARD OF IN YOUR LIFE? I just...I mean...it's just...like... DO BETTER, DAD. </div><div><br /></div><div>Runners up for funniest guesses of the night were Nate's "I Pray for Christmas,"</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Vr7i6p_PHN0Vbdd5w_yX4IgG9zhUyen7LMHGrvn018grqyODK9faVULeRBjrlwLHwc3A4NVaXSyAXnu9q8mkS_QR0liCUt455jJLGKW8VmGPWZsZVUJ7SgVnhPE__yzlG6FSdx8_r84/s2048/IMG_7783.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Vr7i6p_PHN0Vbdd5w_yX4IgG9zhUyen7LMHGrvn018grqyODK9faVULeRBjrlwLHwc3A4NVaXSyAXnu9q8mkS_QR0liCUt455jJLGKW8VmGPWZsZVUJ7SgVnhPE__yzlG6FSdx8_r84/w480-h640/IMG_7783.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>and, "Happy Christmas Dance."</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJFPygXNGtaZqdByd3morVl3TvipnaKlL7sB4-kpKfjC33US57cjk3F_8TBdnMDFMRcwFcAqDrmuXIQDm16kQqmdYgIDV19kq1i37_duAgg84p2GW0_n8GiDzLm28xD6WQOxA4rJfzy0/s2048/IMG_7784.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJFPygXNGtaZqdByd3morVl3TvipnaKlL7sB4-kpKfjC33US57cjk3F_8TBdnMDFMRcwFcAqDrmuXIQDm16kQqmdYgIDV19kq1i37_duAgg84p2GW0_n8GiDzLm28xD6WQOxA4rJfzy0/w480-h640/IMG_7784.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Saturday we ventured out to find some snow! There wasn't quite enough to go tubing (hello rocks and bumpy hills) but enough to play in and satisfy this desert dwellers winter heart. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gMd1scxSlsfBLRNOhuPcU7Aa-YUwnfPXK_h3F0JQeGfn-mcx660lKASX_kuhbtelvp5iVrePd218Lv1J3byfP5rcsXpZd6-MVnVyqTyGX1FHU1blc7cUpUFmLljIgfXJnUIi1efan20/s2048/GPTempDownload+2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gMd1scxSlsfBLRNOhuPcU7Aa-YUwnfPXK_h3F0JQeGfn-mcx660lKASX_kuhbtelvp5iVrePd218Lv1J3byfP5rcsXpZd6-MVnVyqTyGX1FHU1blc7cUpUFmLljIgfXJnUIi1efan20/w640-h480/GPTempDownload+2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L5qTLNoNGRPSRkXsXn_PIG_OOkpWLs03X9fYNYZosh1oclJhmVAND8Whp4Eail2iIVjr1atAv-iIfJwepypbGTep-OGwKWo3huuYjY4sNdfF7NZumcz8bn63zAuRILer7llMgp_tZP0/s2048/GPTempDownload+3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L5qTLNoNGRPSRkXsXn_PIG_OOkpWLs03X9fYNYZosh1oclJhmVAND8Whp4Eail2iIVjr1atAv-iIfJwepypbGTep-OGwKWo3huuYjY4sNdfF7NZumcz8bn63zAuRILer7llMgp_tZP0/w640-h480/GPTempDownload+3.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGyQFva8XamXLlPd9SSdWwtdGt_O-MCJ4n3HSG7WBOAOzV_IHcQkc9RL-NsBSxgTCVWwpSX9WjC8GpdNOk9FbmMKeL3wsTL1zeiGwQSVbCvQ0OIeklqncYbkdHFUXQG3VD-vxGkNcrlw/s2048/GPTempDownload.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGyQFva8XamXLlPd9SSdWwtdGt_O-MCJ4n3HSG7WBOAOzV_IHcQkc9RL-NsBSxgTCVWwpSX9WjC8GpdNOk9FbmMKeL3wsTL1zeiGwQSVbCvQ0OIeklqncYbkdHFUXQG3VD-vxGkNcrlw/w480-h640/GPTempDownload.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you scrolled through these pictures and in your best Drifters impression your brain started going "duh duh duh dum bum bum bum ba dum I'm dreaming of a whiiiiiiiite Christmas" it's not just you it happens to everyone. We frolicked and we played the Arizonan way - which is just a lot of flailing about and fool-heartedness because we never see snow and that is always so painfully obvious. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpetItF-HxMly5vrI1I4416yc9sbRSCTrATBWWbjXs_CKM_iIaQHOHY2sgPwgE7PXe2MtLy-IiK1_gOsNUrARIloHwzRKJw6520LJEqFd8ITfxjC_m9SEu-Ndty8_kvsM1jIURZgtrBY/s2048/GPTempDownload+5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpetItF-HxMly5vrI1I4416yc9sbRSCTrATBWWbjXs_CKM_iIaQHOHY2sgPwgE7PXe2MtLy-IiK1_gOsNUrARIloHwzRKJw6520LJEqFd8ITfxjC_m9SEu-Ndty8_kvsM1jIURZgtrBY/w640-h360/GPTempDownload+5.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>But YOLO can't stop won't stop!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGLEsx5nGWSz9fqXN6F6IOfwCUZViwUyGmfvXcWj-cMkWY4ODnpMRHGEtqJei4pml8YX78ZELIOmaggDG75ux4jUki3PKeEHawA63KeooCdJ9caqp49_F4VMUys1viZP6VDDlHXXWiqg/s1920/GPTempDownload+2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGLEsx5nGWSz9fqXN6F6IOfwCUZViwUyGmfvXcWj-cMkWY4ODnpMRHGEtqJei4pml8YX78ZELIOmaggDG75ux4jUki3PKeEHawA63KeooCdJ9caqp49_F4VMUys1viZP6VDDlHXXWiqg/w640-h360/GPTempDownload+2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Saturday night we headed over to the Molly Butler Lodge for dinner. While eating we were debating driving over to Eager afterward to try and see some Christmas Lights at the X-Diamond Ranch. We eventually decided against it because 1.) it was SO COLD - perhaps too cold to be milling about outside, and 2.) It was getting late. This decision proved to be the right one because in the time it took to leave the restaurant and drive the couple miles back to our cabin it started SNOWING. Like, a lot. Exhibit A:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx1-Je5xnjNQdiFFQ-LSg3sQiDQJKyU6TJfNGiGi4MLX9L5EhmdSI5N1cRaIpJrnej6LAVdEvvL8JHPL4XKixYadBim3gCMkMnVOTFScaVoe9nfdMQTuPCI1MaWbeHvRzvL8MnqxZFEA/s2048/IMG_2038.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx1-Je5xnjNQdiFFQ-LSg3sQiDQJKyU6TJfNGiGi4MLX9L5EhmdSI5N1cRaIpJrnej6LAVdEvvL8JHPL4XKixYadBim3gCMkMnVOTFScaVoe9nfdMQTuPCI1MaWbeHvRzvL8MnqxZFEA/w480-h640/IMG_2038.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Exhibit B:</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5ygxM7n9rfNDS2rb-9huYkxG7eyCxj46xPlOm47dIO2RsF3nScw1LtQOd3oN-vqh-oyH6wNivMgjktRHKUN91uu3a_r3gMUWg6CvUesleocpbmwkhIqKipMGWWLlFhLndTafUpudtrg/s2048/IMG_5127.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5ygxM7n9rfNDS2rb-9huYkxG7eyCxj46xPlOm47dIO2RsF3nScw1LtQOd3oN-vqh-oyH6wNivMgjktRHKUN91uu3a_r3gMUWg6CvUesleocpbmwkhIqKipMGWWLlFhLndTafUpudtrg/w480-h640/IMG_5127.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>So instead, we pumped up the Christmas jams, baked some cinnamon rolls, and played corn hole while it snowed outside. When I tell you that I stood next to the window drinking hot chocolate and Bailey's in my Christmas jammies, while watching snow fall from the sky I need you to believe me. I know it sounds made up but it happened y'all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYzUuP3QO-XilfFhGvJS8aYOKPaDrnQxPwosnoHki7FK5uijavsFtUkEfWl_sZn49lrHMpzNSbxLJzFaRszArn8G1MvXq3QLAVAhztKlW9arcpOG87eAOymJOjhX9OnuUkI_54hR1kFo/s2048/IMG_7708.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYzUuP3QO-XilfFhGvJS8aYOKPaDrnQxPwosnoHki7FK5uijavsFtUkEfWl_sZn49lrHMpzNSbxLJzFaRszArn8G1MvXq3QLAVAhztKlW9arcpOG87eAOymJOjhX9OnuUkI_54hR1kFo/w480-h640/IMG_7708.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>We were living in a damn snow globe for the night and it was the best night ever.<div><br /></div><div>Every year these holiday weekend getaways are different from the last in the best possible way. I can't wait to see what 2021 holds!</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpJEtFU6b_XLHN9aYu9H6Vuo1uprlHVgdLdjO1gBVT_IH95vXGrwl-4qtKOR7i3oZ-iG1Q5OTqQz87PYvYsuhaPWjm5GFBnmuzIb-AtJs_vIYQlYj6ttWcIv4dZdXP-hcfcSlEJ9VaYs/s2048/GPTempDownload+4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpJEtFU6b_XLHN9aYu9H6Vuo1uprlHVgdLdjO1gBVT_IH95vXGrwl-4qtKOR7i3oZ-iG1Q5OTqQz87PYvYsuhaPWjm5GFBnmuzIb-AtJs_vIYQlYj6ttWcIv4dZdXP-hcfcSlEJ9VaYs/w640-h480/GPTempDownload+4.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-41081989043369721232020-12-14T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-14T07:00:06.822-07:00Blogmas Day 14: Currently - December<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUZ4zbhSR-N6vSMhsDs52BpbxIuAJvBEvsfr_3oYtB8sdMdEK7R0dNpEIavWp0krJ5DoFDsnqf_H-11NZgIZvDqSMCrSh2p3y7-weRcZuDN92n6Kh0VJbnnvEhjDWRyOT_5PlC3WOJYI/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUZ4zbhSR-N6vSMhsDs52BpbxIuAJvBEvsfr_3oYtB8sdMdEK7R0dNpEIavWp0krJ5DoFDsnqf_H-11NZgIZvDqSMCrSh2p3y7-weRcZuDN92n6Kh0VJbnnvEhjDWRyOT_5PlC3WOJYI/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>If I were to tell you what I am <i>literally,</i> currently doing at this exact moment it would be sitting in my bed, listening to my dog snore while my husband watches <i>Alaska the Last Frontier</i> on the Discovery Channel. If I were to tell you what I am <i>figuratively,</i> currently doing at this exact moment it would be basking in the Christmasy glow of mid-December. Mid-December is an underrated sweet spot - all the Christmas stuff is in full swing yet we still have just over a week of holiday anticipation before the big day comes! <div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Wishing</span></b>: A happy birthday to the Queen, Taylor Alison Swift</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELMnOus6Vglm5BZSJ3MGNwN_KIQW1l4edad23sM9X6ke57tcioL-rm5YnNoPS-_GK-FUn_nJcxifufbDNXpLwNONuXtgk-SeLy_M_bQbVocQ9GZB_oT3zUcmy8SG6fU9Q73m3WKjWECM/s450/taylor-swift-evermore-album-review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="450" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELMnOus6Vglm5BZSJ3MGNwN_KIQW1l4edad23sM9X6ke57tcioL-rm5YnNoPS-_GK-FUn_nJcxifufbDNXpLwNONuXtgk-SeLy_M_bQbVocQ9GZB_oT3zUcmy8SG6fU9Q73m3WKjWECM/w640-h426/taylor-swift-evermore-album-review.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span><div><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;">Obsessing</span><span>: over <i>evermore</i> and how for <i>her</i> birthday, Taylor Swift gifted <i>us</i> with <i>another</i> surprise album. QUEEN. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkTjkEvoHmH1LzZYzRO6K2kPbSGzwSQcHsrx5DP2PexG75PxUp4OSqRJkbMAv7ycJvBOk9MrXdKm7QU3i0mToaCFSOg2-WI5SJvgE6WOG8wKJGMuj-zx-HvqgXj-2VweAU3Uhe3LaIhE/s1200/taylor-swift-evermore-album-cover-1607698390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkTjkEvoHmH1LzZYzRO6K2kPbSGzwSQcHsrx5DP2PexG75PxUp4OSqRJkbMAv7ycJvBOk9MrXdKm7QU3i0mToaCFSOg2-WI5SJvgE6WOG8wKJGMuj-zx-HvqgXj-2VweAU3Uhe3LaIhE/w640-h640/taylor-swift-evermore-album-cover-1607698390.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Loving</b></span></span>: Real Housewives of Salt Lake City<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyryL27CiTR0sAiHD0GsrInvetIbUo2k9K5I_AaDtRS_iKKV3-6lf0nm7cXjRax_D6gRZFZRnVgT30MVRcVcFDeFsQDjLDivmE4b-onTI7pxrIYAb3Q0nVqIXFgqh0B-c7u6iy-hWgSiY/s970/rhoslc.jpg.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="970" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyryL27CiTR0sAiHD0GsrInvetIbUo2k9K5I_AaDtRS_iKKV3-6lf0nm7cXjRax_D6gRZFZRnVgT30MVRcVcFDeFsQDjLDivmE4b-onTI7pxrIYAb3Q0nVqIXFgqh0B-c7u6iy-hWgSiY/w640-h360/rhoslc.jpg.webp" width="640" /></a></div>Now, after a few weeks worth of episodes, it's hard to imagine the Real Housewives <i>without</i> this franchise. Favorite housewife so far: Heather Gay. I'm also super into the wintery vibes of Salt Lake City. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Eating</span></b>: Jingle Jangle from Trader Joe's</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_FT6r6ghVGw-d5MAjcuJHX45wn4FE2hyphenhyphenX8TIwktpfX7jPOAqn1tZGChCDOZmpepsCPpsrf1M3BQaLWUm3f3ljvoMFtJla8xTLSqc53ELv6SuczZYIoQH1LrKjtVEb2pSPxQydXSFppM/s2048/image.jpg.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_FT6r6ghVGw-d5MAjcuJHX45wn4FE2hyphenhyphenX8TIwktpfX7jPOAqn1tZGChCDOZmpepsCPpsrf1M3BQaLWUm3f3ljvoMFtJla8xTLSqc53ELv6SuczZYIoQH1LrKjtVEb2pSPxQydXSFppM/w320-h320/image.jpg.webp" width="320" /></a></div>I was very recently introduced to this (actually, while watching Real Housewives of Salt Lake City with a friend) and I don't know how I've gone all these holiday seasons without it. What a delightful, tasty, chocolatey, treat!<div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Unpacking</span></b>: all my stuff from the most amazing, snowy, Christmasy weekend in Northern Arizona - more on that in an upcoming post! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXt0f0Tk8AyBY-jSa0l_ElV8enOK8pHOrBNuFcRD6cNz1RsHy7rx8FQXJtSW1JhXTUJJPa-sLTxAXGgrhkkJcTYVq8ApgNkkGZzPLyQvN0lucFPKN10IlXefWkAGYuaJPb3KI7sgFfJNw/s1920/GPTempDownload.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXt0f0Tk8AyBY-jSa0l_ElV8enOK8pHOrBNuFcRD6cNz1RsHy7rx8FQXJtSW1JhXTUJJPa-sLTxAXGgrhkkJcTYVq8ApgNkkGZzPLyQvN0lucFPKN10IlXefWkAGYuaJPb3KI7sgFfJNw/w640-h360/GPTempDownload.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Wondering</span></b>: if I've developed a thing for snow globes? I found the most amazing snow globe last weekend when I went to <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/12/blogmas-day-8-christmas-weekend.html">Prescott with my family</a> - the kind that is battery operated so you never have to shake it so it's just in a constant state of snow globe glittery magic? It is my new favorite thing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7k3XcrqOyvEtuCINfLONkWioTGCNSe5W91mmjzvEb6Uep6MGPt58ifqMCs-BIuMFBKTq3gOrCHMWVqIIdHO7G0AwxarVvFWjM_t0ADCu1ohwfe_hyphenhyphenL-qpXnJ27j6iYjhbmgf-V7XoyVg/s2048/IMG_7772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7k3XcrqOyvEtuCINfLONkWioTGCNSe5W91mmjzvEb6Uep6MGPt58ifqMCs-BIuMFBKTq3gOrCHMWVqIIdHO7G0AwxarVvFWjM_t0ADCu1ohwfe_hyphenhyphenL-qpXnJ27j6iYjhbmgf-V7XoyVg/w480-h640/IMG_7772.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>My mom found another amazing snow globe this weekend in Greer and I wanted it so badly (the store only had one) that Nate searched the internet for it after the fact, found it, and bought it. Does this make snow globes my thing? Some people do the nutcracker collection thing, are snow globes mine? Have I started down a very slippery slope? TBD.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>What you are into in this fine, mid-December sweet spot?!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-77997026422174075842020-12-13T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-13T07:00:03.984-07:00Blogmas Day 13: Controversial Holiday Opinions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihppkONamirLzhSXrie-hb3D8OhNWS25Z1XEcgpcKQLLct77Map5GhAfmUBqcMLvm7oJCdqlnfw9CxtJN74HTGQ2Ym4688yEYSGe2gwjXwl9N-q9kUkyNDzwDNvKYzNm-8AmokGOVzTJw/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihppkONamirLzhSXrie-hb3D8OhNWS25Z1XEcgpcKQLLct77Map5GhAfmUBqcMLvm7oJCdqlnfw9CxtJN74HTGQ2Ym4688yEYSGe2gwjXwl9N-q9kUkyNDzwDNvKYzNm-8AmokGOVzTJw/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>Alright folks, it's about to go down on day 13 of Blogmas. I need y'all to weigh in here.<div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Firstly, what is the correct type of tree? </li>The answer to this is a real tree. None of that artificial stuff that gets packed away in a box every year. The only stipulation where an artificial tree is acceptable is if it is not your main tree. That is, you have your main (real) tree in your living room, and then you perhaps have an artificial tree in a bedroom, or a sitting room. Thems the rules. </ul></div><div><ul><li>Is Die Hard a Christmas movie?</li>Admittedly, I have no horse in this race but based on the arguments I've seen, I would err on the side of no, this is not a Christmas movie. However, my mind is open to be changed so hit me.</ul></div><div><ul><li>Is Egg Nog delicious?</li>The only answer to this question is no. I will die on this hill.</ul><ul><li>Colored lights or white lights?</li>White lights and white lights only on your Christmas tree. Colored lights are acceptable only on the outside of your house. Or also as a necklace.</ul><ul><li>Starbucks holiday cups - are they offensive?</li>No. Periodt.</ul><ul><li>Baby it's Cold Outside - is it creepy?</li>Also no and I am still salty this was even a thing.</ul><ul><li>When is the right time to open presents? Christmas Eve? Christmas morning? All December long?</li>I do not feel super passionately about this issue one way or another but here's how we roll: presents with parents/siblings Christmas Eve because that is our big shindig and we don't see each other Christmas Day. Presents with spouse Christmas morning.</ul><ul><li>What belongs at the top of the tree? A star? An angel? The Statue of Liberty?</li>The Statue of Liberty, obviously and the only substitute is a Bald Eagle. If that's not feasible I'd say a bow because that's what goes at the top of my (*cough* real *cough*) tree.</ul><ul><li>When should you take your Christmas decorations down?</li>I take mine down on New Years Day. Christmas goes for the whole month of December, so you really gotta milk it for all you can. New Years Day is a day off of work, the first day of a new year and new start, the perfect time to pack away Christmas and start fresh. Anything beyond New Years Day is a violation.</ul><div>Let's discuss.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-69195209456306575892020-12-12T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-12T07:00:02.260-07:00Blogmas Day 12: Christmas in the Wizarding World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQp_r4m_mYSzQv2EXfUrkTFZzd1hfzTRsp6LWSFNpO-Jp7RCFtE8-4-zCTcX1Hlp8pmmAcpFCOvdHMXi1BhTLBfFENbrnUGr-A2y0_c1q1Wl9XcfZnJ2BV_H-kl7S-qIw3c8ZsFO7Lpo/s2050/Blogmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQp_r4m_mYSzQv2EXfUrkTFZzd1hfzTRsp6LWSFNpO-Jp7RCFtE8-4-zCTcX1Hlp8pmmAcpFCOvdHMXi1BhTLBfFENbrnUGr-A2y0_c1q1Wl9XcfZnJ2BV_H-kl7S-qIw3c8ZsFO7Lpo/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>Christmas is a magical time of year even as a mere muggle, but Christmas in the Wizarding World is really something to behold. <div><br /></div><div>We love Christmas in the Wizarding World because it is a whole vibe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4Q1rxt419sVwBTnPligTyoNl_80e9SW_nGTQ0_F3j0WFn_Y8FvCNh3oWdFKju5b6N6yHCwXn2vIh0aKRoNdWztNTdbokiLb7tdgV8_vWtc6i9culF_UI522wTYZmW6Il0UWUxwP_VVY/s900/sub-buzz-4275-1577113336-1.jpg.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4Q1rxt419sVwBTnPligTyoNl_80e9SW_nGTQ0_F3j0WFn_Y8FvCNh3oWdFKju5b6N6yHCwXn2vIh0aKRoNdWztNTdbokiLb7tdgV8_vWtc6i9culF_UI522wTYZmW6Il0UWUxwP_VVY/w640-h320/sub-buzz-4275-1577113336-1.jpg.webp" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>You have the Great Hall dressed up head to toe in festive decorations,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3YgxUbc25KDJlNisnd5ZK0eAz5PM5TrqUDz1W2JeT2O45BJiwdkE2f7xsI2xsMJRPn4nIZXuaTFdIAA2sswZ7RJFMGLZ17mWRrpxFtsoTt828aJ_5Q3QNd7CB3gpriwy1IqWPDpUML-0/s2100/Hogwarts-dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="2100" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3YgxUbc25KDJlNisnd5ZK0eAz5PM5TrqUDz1W2JeT2O45BJiwdkE2f7xsI2xsMJRPn4nIZXuaTFdIAA2sswZ7RJFMGLZ17mWRrpxFtsoTt828aJ_5Q3QNd7CB3gpriwy1IqWPDpUML-0/w640-h274/Hogwarts-dinner.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>The Hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls and no fewer than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles. </i>-Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone<br /><div><br /></div><div>You have the mere existence of Hogsmeade Village,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpdBwm0wSU6nXITJf4cEjTFpzVDf75Z0J2s375JuUVC2jxOojkzLTjfjFLstTDCmS0lrP_gXrmWrpGblL7O7NMwZ52ZOL7Iz834_CTWEQk3BJiHG_51-ZQyv9StPDrtrg5_1wXBoyQ2I/s2946/Pottermore-poa8.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="2946" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpdBwm0wSU6nXITJf4cEjTFpzVDf75Z0J2s375JuUVC2jxOojkzLTjfjFLstTDCmS0lrP_gXrmWrpGblL7O7NMwZ52ZOL7Iz834_CTWEQk3BJiHG_51-ZQyv9StPDrtrg5_1wXBoyQ2I/w640-h232/Pottermore-poa8.webp" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Hogsmeade">Source</a></span></div><div><i>Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees. </i></div><div>-Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.</div><div><br /></div><div>You cannot think of Christmas in the Wizarding World without also thinking of the Yule Ball circa 1994 hosted by Hogwarts itself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhhpl1siHPrtY3HqZ6nloKGe-Rmh2zhkdXUwPtwVtHAoMeJffl7tba6c7rkZ9UaOoyYFV6AbvhKg2xO9W5f5W1Z7BHb_C75Z1Bm0KS5YGHyoLy_Kdw-UTe6hQK-iSuLCMzSb5Bd990RU/s800/yuleball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="800" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhhpl1siHPrtY3HqZ6nloKGe-Rmh2zhkdXUwPtwVtHAoMeJffl7tba6c7rkZ9UaOoyYFV6AbvhKg2xO9W5f5W1Z7BHb_C75Z1Bm0KS5YGHyoLy_Kdw-UTe6hQK-iSuLCMzSb5Bd990RU/w640-h336/yuleball.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>Everlasting icicles had been attached to the banisters of the marble staircase; the usual twelve Christmas trees in the Great Hall were bedecked with everything from luminous holly berries to real, hooting, golden owls, and suits of armor had all been bewitched to sing carols whenever anyone passed them. </i>-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire<div><br /></div><div>And I would be remiss if I did not mention the blessing that is the iconic Christmas sweaters knitted by Mrs. Weasley. What would Christmas morning be without one?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mYYMcDOswUMsU2iIglt3XWyiGxbYiDfbKyvSuYzEv6zeQzcvT8W4aEl0wOuD7XNih6GjFRZ3aSvyMRmbmZ_7xXle39GdnwRz8Ht9vE0He0bJ31zl5BgPMDsNbVvgT3XzDJMfsKs73B4/s1152/b934b11d-ec23-4885-b997-88fe959715d1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1152" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mYYMcDOswUMsU2iIglt3XWyiGxbYiDfbKyvSuYzEv6zeQzcvT8W4aEl0wOuD7XNih6GjFRZ3aSvyMRmbmZ_7xXle39GdnwRz8Ht9vE0He0bJ31zl5BgPMDsNbVvgT3XzDJMfsKs73B4/w640-h444/b934b11d-ec23-4885-b997-88fe959715d1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFuj8MzSw9vqMvuplqY6d6RzyNXQog9KVFNfQzTBMfqV6eEI-wRb0fjaAWzMJACWmcdEssuJfx4q3Zl-70H2JHxsnVy68503qejbpNGLZtEIWZ1LQRS3nESP3Re9AOa7yF8MaPRbrBGg/s475/weasley1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="398" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFuj8MzSw9vqMvuplqY6d6RzyNXQog9KVFNfQzTBMfqV6eEI-wRb0fjaAWzMJACWmcdEssuJfx4q3Zl-70H2JHxsnVy68503qejbpNGLZtEIWZ1LQRS3nESP3Re9AOa7yF8MaPRbrBGg/w536-h640/weasley1.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">But besides the festivities, the decorations, and the Christmas spirit, Christmas time in the Wizarding World is an important one, as some of the turning points in this story happen during the holiday season.</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>In year 1 Harry is gifted an invisibility cloak on Christmas morning. It is gifted anonymously before we find out later, Dumbledore passed it onto him on behalf of his father James Potter, which we later find out is a crucial component to beating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named</li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETlpJFaiyzcl9nKO2Ovx5Yv0iAjzOItmFk7Sp_7_8pQswcYm0-Ft9UvxaO74unYPaeKRWnBrOBBSRIWy8PdKq9M0m8s4XzmaDknv_K-SF9MHPfSgQlHB5aFhTP2wdLMLF0DM275PJdQo/s2048/HarryPotter_WB_F1_HarryHoldingInvisibilityCloakInGryffindorCommonRoom_Still_100615_Land.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="2048" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETlpJFaiyzcl9nKO2Ovx5Yv0iAjzOItmFk7Sp_7_8pQswcYm0-Ft9UvxaO74unYPaeKRWnBrOBBSRIWy8PdKq9M0m8s4XzmaDknv_K-SF9MHPfSgQlHB5aFhTP2wdLMLF0DM275PJdQo/w640-h420/HarryPotter_WB_F1_HarryHoldingInvisibilityCloakInGryffindorCommonRoom_Still_100615_Land.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>In year 3 Harry receives his Firebolt - also gifted anonymously until we find out later it was in fact, given to him by Sirius Black - Godfather extraordinaire. </li><li>As mentioned, in year 4 Hogwarts hosts the Yule Ball on Christmas Night. It's significant not only because it's the first Tri-Wizard tournament in yearssssssss and Hogwarts is doing hosting duties right, but it's also the first time we get an inkling of something brewing between one Ronald Weasley and one Hermione Granger</li><li>In year 7, while on their quest for Horcruxes and all out of leads, Harry and Hermione visit Godric's Hollow where Harry's parents are laid to rest. This is the first time Harry has visited his parents' grave sites. It is also this night Harry and Hermione notice the gravestone of Ignotus Peverell - a brother of the Peverell family, believed to have created the Deathly Hallows. This sets them on their course of discovering the Hallows. Harry and Hermione realize it's Christmas Eve as they are in the graveyard when they hear church bells chiming in the distance. </li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV28eSxAL3rND6SRtgSfRqPw9XXUNQ5xblToL1zCJZr60-XHfqKWp_kJZToM7Gi8LtpKVvUAoxsqxeOYbVPJnyMpyGS0zOkt-YDpPsuDIXcMt2dQJptD2P5Rf2Owe1xWwDOz9g0U8zyNU/s1500/harry-and-hermione-in-godrics-hollow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1500" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV28eSxAL3rND6SRtgSfRqPw9XXUNQ5xblToL1zCJZr60-XHfqKWp_kJZToM7Gi8LtpKVvUAoxsqxeOYbVPJnyMpyGS0zOkt-YDpPsuDIXcMt2dQJptD2P5Rf2Owe1xWwDOz9g0U8zyNU/w640-h382/harry-and-hermione-in-godrics-hollow.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>"Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve," said Hermione. </i>-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div>So put on a Harry Potter movie, pick up a book, or turn on Potter Waltz by Patrick Doyle and make your muggle Christmas more magical!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><center><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-89334720427286743512020-12-11T07:00:00.016-07:002020-12-11T07:00:01.381-07:00Blogmas Day 11: Flashback Friday II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzCguqbPS0W5DVqzTkhy8K-M7GoeyPDX66VrKXzsXEkvMPSwYCYYF9mNd5bH8c51lA764W1bxs83Dl2_WEn9bo1a4-PIfGIceITXst9FMX47rhjm1VKQjblW0-OnQ0i0OhBurtak1jzE/s2050/Blogmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzCguqbPS0W5DVqzTkhy8K-M7GoeyPDX66VrKXzsXEkvMPSwYCYYF9mNd5bH8c51lA764W1bxs83Dl2_WEn9bo1a4-PIfGIceITXst9FMX47rhjm1VKQjblW0-OnQ0i0OhBurtak1jzE/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>I wrote <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2012/12/how-to.html">this </a>post back in 2012 and thought it would be a good use of our time as the second installment of Flashback Friday and Blogmas 2020 - a good refresher, if you will. <div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>How to Decorate Your Christmas Tree when You Have Dogs with High Powered Tails</i></span></b></div><div><span><i>Published on 12/19/2012</i></span></div>
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This is an instructional post on how to decorate your Christmas tree when you have dogs with high powered tails, so as to minimize the number of Christmas ornaments violently knocked off your Christmas tree by aggressively wagging dog tails. This is something I have learned the hard way as I have suffered many a Christmas ornament casualty in my years as a new dog mom. </div>
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The low risk section of your tree means it has the least amount of likelihood that your dogs' tail will take out an ornament in just one swing and have it shatter all over the ground. This risk-area will typically be more towards the top of your tree. In your low risk section of your Christmas tree you want to hang fragile ornaments, ornaments that have potential to break easily, or ornaments you'd rather not have to kill your dog over for breaking it. Example:</div>
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Look at all that glass and susceptibility to dying via a wagging dog tail. Death by dog tail.</div>
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The moderate risk-area of your tree has increased likelihood to have ornaments knocked off its branches with a few swipes of your doggo's tail. You will usually find your moderate risk-area around the mid-sections of your Christmas tree. Your moderate risk area may be subject to change depending on the height of your pet. Here, you can hang ornaments that are durable, cheap, or replaceable so as to mitigate the amount of heartache in the event a high powered wagging tail claims another victim. Example:</div>
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Lastly, the high risk section of your Christmas tree (per process of elimination) is the lowermost part of your tree. Here, your ornaments are very likely to get knocked off your tannenbaum frequently and at high speeds. Hang either your unbreakable ornaments or nothing at all in this risk-area. I suggest soft, stuffed ornaments, similar to that of a pillow. Example:</div>
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The whole month. All of it. I thought getting 25 blog posts ready was a lift, I cannot imagine 31 <i>videos</i>. But so far I am <i>living</i> for the daily bookish content in my feed. 🤓<br /><div><br /></div><div><b>A Recommendation</b></div><div><a href="http://enchantedchristmasaz.com">Enchanted Christmas Indoor Tour of Lights</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_JFpGbRjGAQ8dtW52z3xUwk9K9ZgkYpHrAvuEvoPwgUppW32-plCPCjQleoy-Fjryi8ldTad6gF1niH3sYB5618RiWG7xWvuxs4RbKXowTCTNrmMCdTWTfghaLNcRjEKiTCJ83Rm6-0/s2704/Screen+Shot+2020-12-07+at+9.57.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1034" data-original-width="2704" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_JFpGbRjGAQ8dtW52z3xUwk9K9ZgkYpHrAvuEvoPwgUppW32-plCPCjQleoy-Fjryi8ldTad6gF1niH3sYB5618RiWG7xWvuxs4RbKXowTCTNrmMCdTWTfghaLNcRjEKiTCJ83Rm6-0/w640-h245/Screen+Shot+2020-12-07+at+9.57.00+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>A Laugh</b></div><div>My friend, who is a nurse, posted this to her Instagram story the other day...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eOBt1_ZDsJugcBIaExGCP0xaJBkO-FP6wKnJwmhEbn1B5nEIg2lLlSTTWwbgCgU-CR25DeynSPL2jfGh2Gfft9V366hNXWovrZeB5ZNHvXJxhyphenhyphen0rmEMBO5ls9wjkBwhSZSSnhHZYL0Y/s1254/IMG_7509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="703" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eOBt1_ZDsJugcBIaExGCP0xaJBkO-FP6wKnJwmhEbn1B5nEIg2lLlSTTWwbgCgU-CR25DeynSPL2jfGh2Gfft9V366hNXWovrZeB5ZNHvXJxhyphenhyphen0rmEMBO5ls9wjkBwhSZSSnhHZYL0Y/w358-h640/IMG_7509.jpg" width="358" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>A Song</b></div><div><a href="https://open.spotify.com/track/4QFnLIjqUNsxQFd82z3xx8?si=TqqQ8BtPSD6T_mlWbCVKAQ">December We'll Remember</a> by Francesca Battistelli </div><div><br /></div><div><b>A Moment of Happiness</b></div><div>The view from our lunch table last weekend in Prescott 🥰</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFZy4Amll6S3vELIEYKxt86pDMg9GYnqONtnf532fNRVZJyf_7gG8GkiIf_vVq05NX0wmonOe3j1XM2rXrEMcHFyjbXH_ODn3mNisTisc5XgA_I6JpOzfuKSTyEYZxSloV2Oia431qJo/s2048/IMG_7532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFZy4Amll6S3vELIEYKxt86pDMg9GYnqONtnf532fNRVZJyf_7gG8GkiIf_vVq05NX0wmonOe3j1XM2rXrEMcHFyjbXH_ODn3mNisTisc5XgA_I6JpOzfuKSTyEYZxSloV2Oia431qJo/w640-h480/IMG_7532.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-70638658250468794012020-12-09T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-09T07:00:06.546-07:00Blogmas Day 9: My Christmas Traditions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1u3jE46yD4eDcoqY1T4152Xf7OwbLDvq-U14e6S2Go5Ui1zRPRm2SqR5VeJq2KxuFED-Z0Q_UfLJEXNRYY3xirYgap9llBofAkMU09LDt-3JAi1kL5TF1RVn_zw9L2S-lG9hL68Y5FY/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1u3jE46yD4eDcoqY1T4152Xf7OwbLDvq-U14e6S2Go5Ui1zRPRm2SqR5VeJq2KxuFED-Z0Q_UfLJEXNRYY3xirYgap9llBofAkMU09LDt-3JAi1kL5TF1RVn_zw9L2S-lG9hL68Y5FY/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>I always love reading about what other people's holiday traditions are - sometimes they are similar to what me and my family do and sometimes they are so unique and I don't know, I just like reading about what everyone else is up to during the holiday season. So, I thought I would share a few of my holiday traditions!<div><br /></div><div>1.) A real Christmas tree</div><div>We are team Real Tree all the way over here but moreso, we have a tradition of taking a picture every year of Nate bringing the tree in the house. My mom and dad had this tradition (and still do after 40+ years of marriage!) and I just really loved the idea of being able to flip through a photo album and find the same picture, year after year after year. So I decided that once I got married, we would do the same! I wrote about it last year <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2019/12/blogmas-day-12-christmas-tbt-christmas.html">here</a>. Here is our very first photo from the first year we were married in 2009:</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JlHUxD6h9kcKfvT-zDomvDVG4iQGmRvaPQ2pTQ9HPVTVbxD4lmqkV6am9T5PGX4cCPmmsZvw0MyCq9F6uLECc3YwI0mERGRaQArS5eZEIdKrV-t803s4WZ3C_h0qOecMPfU0JbNsg-I/s640/2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JlHUxD6h9kcKfvT-zDomvDVG4iQGmRvaPQ2pTQ9HPVTVbxD4lmqkV6am9T5PGX4cCPmmsZvw0MyCq9F6uLECc3YwI0mERGRaQArS5eZEIdKrV-t803s4WZ3C_h0qOecMPfU0JbNsg-I/w480-h640/2009.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>Five years later in 2014:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAK045iXrpbTCDHRE8bzQNavNGleywTB9fZ9CyCHx3lYiSSdcwpvba94nXeqxrS8cbkrbyNV2X15XhxyS3QdOvTQ7U2vuWmxhdZDit9SBTcC2_QcH6zTOCmmSIDfSZmCRbmU-nkXCVUI/s640/2014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAK045iXrpbTCDHRE8bzQNavNGleywTB9fZ9CyCHx3lYiSSdcwpvba94nXeqxrS8cbkrbyNV2X15XhxyS3QdOvTQ7U2vuWmxhdZDit9SBTcC2_QcH6zTOCmmSIDfSZmCRbmU-nkXCVUI/w480-h640/2014.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>And another five years later in 2019:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7EpdgQBTjB22NmnJeNvkYex1eJ8rs9vfa0HQsVDVfQWX5b0MdKzYU3V7HJOQWbFFw2_hzgMDjHJDZGuSejQ4sIgcpgl7VJsFRfpUUqRFF5tvGFUWy3gJZehvugysErdh_xTYYPA-waE/s640/2019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7EpdgQBTjB22NmnJeNvkYex1eJ8rs9vfa0HQsVDVfQWX5b0MdKzYU3V7HJOQWbFFw2_hzgMDjHJDZGuSejQ4sIgcpgl7VJsFRfpUUqRFF5tvGFUWy3gJZehvugysErdh_xTYYPA-waE/w480-h640/2019.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div>2.) Shrimp on Christmas Eve<div>My family has always had our big Christmas celebration on Christmas Eve and in doing so, we serve appetizers, desserts, and shrimp. Cold shrimp, fried shrimp, or any combination thereof. I've asked my mom over the years where this tradition came from and she's told me that her family/parents did the same thing when she was a kid growing up in Michigan. Her parents threw a big party on Christmas Eve that at the time, was mostly for neighbors and friends since her parents had no family in town. They served shrimp and daiquiris and it's just stuck all these years later. It is not Christmas Eve without shrimp.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu3u3U461irOPIvPVdPTqQ7xmauKW1zeBFmzVjV-Yb5BZJJP1j-Tqfg4P8hqJ9FN5C0bEbWSMc7bdwPpfxuSqgj97I_vZ5-ZrD0xFT-ai9uD1EzzmhiB-aEuHkaTxPQslBzyoctOBKrM/s800/PPd-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="800" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu3u3U461irOPIvPVdPTqQ7xmauKW1zeBFmzVjV-Yb5BZJJP1j-Tqfg4P8hqJ9FN5C0bEbWSMc7bdwPpfxuSqgj97I_vZ5-ZrD0xFT-ai9uD1EzzmhiB-aEuHkaTxPQslBzyoctOBKrM/w640-h424/PPd-31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Even messaging our family that lives out of state we always check and make sure everyone has cooked up some shrimp for themselves on Christmas Eve!</div><div><br /></div><div>3.) Christmas ornament collection</div><div>This one is probably not unique to anyone but, collecting Christmas ornaments of all the places we go/things we do throughout the year. If the material is right, I'll take a Sharpie to the back and write the year on it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3XZg5xMrKzOLsZ2fdJ6f1XleopYOhBbkCfMHVRq29CiWZPiK3aVO5kSK0YEYwyk2vnPaD0mHiFYMeUfEZau-HMZDkRixv8OeRPrehvip_goJuDDBZfgiNvp9iwkqhYvD7Gx7tPqSYO4/s2048/IMG_4646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3XZg5xMrKzOLsZ2fdJ6f1XleopYOhBbkCfMHVRq29CiWZPiK3aVO5kSK0YEYwyk2vnPaD0mHiFYMeUfEZau-HMZDkRixv8OeRPrehvip_goJuDDBZfgiNvp9iwkqhYvD7Gx7tPqSYO4/w480-h640/IMG_4646.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEI4Rsbic8bpAPZLV2Y5S1uRoUbFKhxFIM5U7R2WzGBba_xbx-43YxfxM-l_f2rzDE87GJwq2y4q6tpHU6k0DoqLdtIjjPOHsyOFmxZFO8RhT9QRlyi5jT_ebVi8LJzRRgKEW2-JsqCow/s2048/IMG_4748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEI4Rsbic8bpAPZLV2Y5S1uRoUbFKhxFIM5U7R2WzGBba_xbx-43YxfxM-l_f2rzDE87GJwq2y4q6tpHU6k0DoqLdtIjjPOHsyOFmxZFO8RhT9QRlyi5jT_ebVi8LJzRRgKEW2-JsqCow/w480-h640/IMG_4748.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div>4.) A holiday weekend getaway</div><div>It started in 2011, my family and I decided we wanted to take a trip up to Sedona to see a Christmas lights attraction that we'd been wanting to see for a while. You can read about it <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-weekend-ever.html">here</a>. We did so, then took the long way home through Flagstaff to play in the snow and the whole thing was just so dang fun that we decided to do it the <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2012/12/more-december-shenanigans.html">next year</a>. And the next year. And so on and so forth. We started in Sedona with this same itinerary, and in the years since we've done Prescott a handful of times and just last year we went to Greer. You can read about that weekend <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2019/12/a-semi-successful-blogmas-shenanigans.html">here</a>. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigETvc1pXC2HZ1-5kJSGAnUpWkslGG6Oitb90hjKtHAxO7ViAFoSoIuap71NSRqtdXWdI-YW_uoPAqQhObJi3749PGUpo5g5fXPVRqzbXwSI2bLzSeU1O9ajHTkNWJOgVwH_9MTnWi-84/s1082/B02BDF7B-CB18-4871-982E-5F47074BB899-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="1082" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigETvc1pXC2HZ1-5kJSGAnUpWkslGG6Oitb90hjKtHAxO7ViAFoSoIuap71NSRqtdXWdI-YW_uoPAqQhObJi3749PGUpo5g5fXPVRqzbXwSI2bLzSeU1O9ajHTkNWJOgVwH_9MTnWi-84/w640-h360/B02BDF7B-CB18-4871-982E-5F47074BB899-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>5.) Holiday baking</div><div>This one is also probably not unique to anyone but every year my mom, my sister, and I get together to make the biggest mess in the kitchen that we can, and also bake some Christmas treats while we're at it. We bake cherry chocolate kiss cookies, buckeyes, peanut clusters, decorate sugar cookies, and anything else we have the energy for. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLP57rsejC77ipS2O_ECNtbaCK5SlSjb7QW8wQ6iswkguURONS4unFktfP2IMEnxdqIDLuFPdhEm0tKQK9qIpcSd5b2q161ltjfISYmCRV_4dlyhWsmBvMCqSNaYne_mRWlj-5LuklQw/s1600/G0066358-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="895" data-original-width="1600" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLP57rsejC77ipS2O_ECNtbaCK5SlSjb7QW8wQ6iswkguURONS4unFktfP2IMEnxdqIDLuFPdhEm0tKQK9qIpcSd5b2q161ltjfISYmCRV_4dlyhWsmBvMCqSNaYne_mRWlj-5LuklQw/w640-h358/G0066358-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>And then I lick the chocolate out of all the bowls like the animal that I truly am.<div><br /></div><div>Those are a few of my holiday traditions - what are yours?</div><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-81275517273865759562020-12-08T07:00:00.014-07:002020-12-08T07:00:03.080-07:00Blogmas Day 8: A Christmas Weekend - Enchanted Lights and Holiday Bites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuaUcGVsZa1iNreQrRU8MihTjsoZSQb-VVO4e09PrcvLSuMj9EuGm8vhaALrnOJlQ2JRQOIwM11Nd4LAWT0SNE65uRezPAdGU97CI9ki7UHn5jwAo0iM5t3fJJsXZDZKLKPVxOpNENmLY/s2050/Blogmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuaUcGVsZa1iNreQrRU8MihTjsoZSQb-VVO4e09PrcvLSuMj9EuGm8vhaALrnOJlQ2JRQOIwM11Nd4LAWT0SNE65uRezPAdGU97CI9ki7UHn5jwAo0iM5t3fJJsXZDZKLKPVxOpNENmLY/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div>I just want to take a moment before we begin to call attention to the title of this blog - <i>enchanted lights and holiday bites</i>. Not gonna lie you guys - I'm a little proud of myself for that one. </div><div><br /></div>Anyway, we are a full week into December and the Christmasy activities are in full swing! <div><br /></div><div>This weekend Nate and I and my parents headed up to Prescott, Arizona to see the <a href="http://enchantedchristmasaz.com">Enchanted Indoor Tour of Lights</a>. This is the third year we've visited this attraction and let me tell you: it is delightful, impressive, inexpensive, Christmasy fun. </div><div><br /></div><div>They are located in the Prescott Gateway Mall in the old Barnes and Noble and they've turned the space into a meandering 19 rooms (all themed!) which includes a model railroad display that is <i>wildly</i> detailed and intricate. All in all you're in for a total of 1/2 a million Christmas lights throughout the whole tour. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrO20-sxrZhCt-HeSzJTT0FLbzup6Q0SteGzKc1Acs80ERWZeGd3esFvuhdwqMCvxMlAx7CFwEqPMKQXBg3Q8bCcC3y-KH3Q1bJNQRj8sF0FcJRkWChiNqIrIgK7y6z2HeSDg7Gugj-U/s2048/IMG_7535.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrO20-sxrZhCt-HeSzJTT0FLbzup6Q0SteGzKc1Acs80ERWZeGd3esFvuhdwqMCvxMlAx7CFwEqPMKQXBg3Q8bCcC3y-KH3Q1bJNQRj8sF0FcJRkWChiNqIrIgK7y6z2HeSDg7Gugj-U/w480-h640/IMG_7535.HEIC" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikexZTWhI3K43GQmljG0pI0FD197OngzxBWxcWhyphenhyphenhXr1flBUaFzrLlRDPon2cH7W0sdfAvUvuSZwny2rRqxq6XvG0QYK-J2ekTPeTEZxu8QNhKpPD07JJXQR_whvUWsZ0o9fJf5OoQqg/s2048/IMG_7537.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikexZTWhI3K43GQmljG0pI0FD197OngzxBWxcWhyphenhyphenhXr1flBUaFzrLlRDPon2cH7W0sdfAvUvuSZwny2rRqxq6XvG0QYK-J2ekTPeTEZxu8QNhKpPD07JJXQR_whvUWsZ0o9fJf5OoQqg/w640-h480/IMG_7537.HEIC" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixf0s669pL_G6Ir-lNUDqnFyWVVcuU3RTQYA-5QKKp59U8n3fatGfkU-WOhdJrycUc0TdWJbws_foX07pxSre95itqPl4KzMZwCqz3EFOPbiIjzB3ybeyz-FZXKl4h3qc2jFmxE-FoaNw/s2048/IMG_7539.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixf0s669pL_G6Ir-lNUDqnFyWVVcuU3RTQYA-5QKKp59U8n3fatGfkU-WOhdJrycUc0TdWJbws_foX07pxSre95itqPl4KzMZwCqz3EFOPbiIjzB3ybeyz-FZXKl4h3qc2jFmxE-FoaNw/w640-h480/IMG_7539.HEIC" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4zTtSn85dUMYYxSIKoh5z-kxqi2yoATEUFVcxpzPK6EzenrYoEvvIC8pixKIHCmmEfpozsYg_XvPfR_356rEPquRxtSfWC9MBTRQ0K_pxaSVOsjfzLX4ea-NmEFhs8D9Jr1i_sOE8M4/s2048/IMG_7541.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4zTtSn85dUMYYxSIKoh5z-kxqi2yoATEUFVcxpzPK6EzenrYoEvvIC8pixKIHCmmEfpozsYg_XvPfR_356rEPquRxtSfWC9MBTRQ0K_pxaSVOsjfzLX4ea-NmEFhs8D9Jr1i_sOE8M4/w640-h480/IMG_7541.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-toNOH_n8y5jaMBJZPKM0MtO4lLZPo2vFrBHAedJbicsciX62mVrVJR3iacfs0r4119cnFKT7VzNBbdyKURQEMea3mtJxSPZgeHl1YtDh4-jPqNRh-j2K27DplpG94Asv7OmsehWT2Fw/s2048/IMG_7551.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-toNOH_n8y5jaMBJZPKM0MtO4lLZPo2vFrBHAedJbicsciX62mVrVJR3iacfs0r4119cnFKT7VzNBbdyKURQEMea3mtJxSPZgeHl1YtDh4-jPqNRh-j2K27DplpG94Asv7OmsehWT2Fw/w640-h480/IMG_7551.HEIC" width="640" /></a></div>Themed rooms include candy cane lane, Disney, southwest (think cacti, etc.), Snoopy, and others. Notably missing however: any inkling of a Harry Potter theme. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpwfF2z9izcW0hamNMM8VjyDNi-Ge6RMz5-D7iappBd4I4lZiEM-i3Bi2Wg5du-i2YCTltjkXH2Vc2_zC9RI8kbY75X894nORyHSpgdLmjsq3JpFgNpx-EvvIsVfRnCN0aNOJyX-T8Rk/s500/40ibhx.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpwfF2z9izcW0hamNMM8VjyDNi-Ge6RMz5-D7iappBd4I4lZiEM-i3Bi2Wg5du-i2YCTltjkXH2Vc2_zC9RI8kbY75X894nORyHSpgdLmjsq3JpFgNpx-EvvIsVfRnCN0aNOJyX-T8Rk/s320/40ibhx.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will be writing my Yelp review accordingly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Nonetheless, only a <a href="http://enchantedchristmasaz.com">$6 admission</a> price and you can't really beat it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVA6nyl7OGsVWkInDMG2uotkFzFziHC6LO14iL6o-gphGmHvZGaxgkHtfd1II4ve6MSRF94C2ZpnbA64RXtD7EBBAJAF1JMP-Er2NZM3ykPo2g6HUt1eqqZ7Q09oV9bIoGxrSekscdtY/s2048/IMG_7555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVA6nyl7OGsVWkInDMG2uotkFzFziHC6LO14iL6o-gphGmHvZGaxgkHtfd1II4ve6MSRF94C2ZpnbA64RXtD7EBBAJAF1JMP-Er2NZM3ykPo2g6HUt1eqqZ7Q09oV9bIoGxrSekscdtY/w640-h480/IMG_7555.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Next up we drove down the road to the Prescott Resort and Conference Center to walk through the annual <a href="http://www.prescott-az.gov/event/28th-annual-gingerbread-village/">Gingerbread Village</a> in the hotel lobby. It's free, open all the time and you can take as much time as you want gawking at the incredible gingerbread houses constructed by various community groups and families. Commence gawking:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvqXOrCgQV_sTisiVuB1gmTTyf2r7_R05No1xrILIwQhv8d_V6JUsjvMtLMo6TeHjgxmothzQezUGYsrsVLxRvC6WenIpv-4oqunGcQUWriCuZQKlHlOUymmNEaPFsLL6Ileb_0NKkFY/s2048/IMG_1941.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvqXOrCgQV_sTisiVuB1gmTTyf2r7_R05No1xrILIwQhv8d_V6JUsjvMtLMo6TeHjgxmothzQezUGYsrsVLxRvC6WenIpv-4oqunGcQUWriCuZQKlHlOUymmNEaPFsLL6Ileb_0NKkFY/w480-h640/IMG_1941.heic" width="480" /></a></div><div>When I'm telling you these are next level gingerbread houses puh-lease believe me. Case in point:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXUDTrdPWNi-A2DWN8q_QtsDwUC5CgjMNz-qIVskYFmUeid4qhtBf3gJYeuGpkUo5KreAjonTaR-LLTAyzJKd0kqT3s2TxP6PPDrnUwKU1Wm2nREa3vHU5Z6g4r9srRm5PRM1FhZr4SM/s2048/IMG_1942.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXUDTrdPWNi-A2DWN8q_QtsDwUC5CgjMNz-qIVskYFmUeid4qhtBf3gJYeuGpkUo5KreAjonTaR-LLTAyzJKd0kqT3s2TxP6PPDrnUwKU1Wm2nREa3vHU5Z6g4r9srRm5PRM1FhZr4SM/w480-h640/IMG_1942.heic" width="480" /></a></div><div>We ended the day at the hotel bar talking about bucket list items and watching wedding guests take selfies. </div><div><br /></div><div>We've spent a Christmas weekend in Prescott before but this year this was just a day trip - and an easy one at that! Prescott is not far from the valley and neither of these attractions are all-day events - makes for a perfect day trip.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday my mom, sister and I baked our little hearts out making all sorts of sweet treats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXWIEqheL2VubtaxAeDt206fgKwMDLMvi3HjooB8MFtYBqIstFPBhVIKJrBO5VLoZhWV4TybNwgMynF8z_nDlwL7BEtNRvnXRwNyeC1fPvs3kEksh8LHNG1sJH_I2BtYN7i7wrObYT64/s2048/IMG_7579.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXWIEqheL2VubtaxAeDt206fgKwMDLMvi3HjooB8MFtYBqIstFPBhVIKJrBO5VLoZhWV4TybNwgMynF8z_nDlwL7BEtNRvnXRwNyeC1fPvs3kEksh8LHNG1sJH_I2BtYN7i7wrObYT64/w480-h640/IMG_7579.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div>With mimosas in hand, obvi. </div><div><br /></div><div>There's a few things you need for a successful Christmas baking day and we had them all:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Christmas tunes</li><li>Festive aprons</li><li>Alcohol</li><li>Your body weight in peanut butter</li><li>Your body weight in frosting</li><li>Recipes that are in your family cookbook, that you've been baking for years on end</li></ul><div>You didn't ask for that list but I am a blogger of the people and I am here to serve 😏.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">How is your December treating you so far?!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-24740776291411776132020-12-07T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-07T07:00:10.013-07:00Blogmas Day 7: Christmas Music Playlist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQNZJWu6R_j3R3NkeJtZEAMymVwZlax84j4_TOKjymsFWfsHpQExUoJdMU4Zn-7vtztCtlTymHXsuQyOv9dmoH4slLDXb3JZpnEHB60LSM7h4U_S1wu-hA2CUdwIRy97zUOBTIchE87g/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQNZJWu6R_j3R3NkeJtZEAMymVwZlax84j4_TOKjymsFWfsHpQExUoJdMU4Zn-7vtztCtlTymHXsuQyOv9dmoH4slLDXb3JZpnEHB60LSM7h4U_S1wu-hA2CUdwIRy97zUOBTIchE87g/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>Christmas Music: the depths of which know no bounds. There is Christmas music to be had for any mood, any genre, any setting, any decade, and so on and so forth. I am here to share with you a little teeny tiny sliver of a fraction of that. <div><br /></div><div><b>New Album Releases in 2020 </b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(not by any means an exhaustive list)</span></div><div>-Carrie Underwood <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/1wI9NGtQCnhyweuVACpXW4?si=2cE9FosiQFqIdMUlVpiWBg">My Gift</a> - anything Carrie Underwood sings sounds magical and beautiful and this album is no different.</div><div>-Ben Rector <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/1QFKtlmi2XoaEp5tqlgpiO?si=I7c5yWfgQxyXeYSzwzBClQ">A Ben Rector Christmas</a> - You have probably never heard of Ben Rector and I am here today to change that. His voice is effortless and this album is classic. </div><div>-The Goo Goo Dolls <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/7dIaQDvQjqlqwYHfjdE6GE?si=ysc9RhHOTH-oFUCtDBTMwg">It's Christmas All Over</a> - Don't sleep on the Goo Goo Dolls, y'all. I don't know how to describe this album...smooth? Easy to listen to? Nostalgic? Basically, all the things we loved about them in the 2000s.</div><div>-For King and Country <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/3mzFzJI8WYQ7Szerr4zLzT?si=V6wbu_oGSEWZQydIWiAapg">A Drummer Boy Christmas</a> - Big, powerful Jesus music. Exactly what we need in our Christmas season. </div><div>-Francesca Battistelli <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/2qvU0V1K9WGP13QBztAKVF?si=ZjY3FvYORpWQ7sZLd_I0OA">This Christmas</a> - I am obsessed with Francesca's first Christmas album from 2012 and was PUMPED to see another one drop this year. She does Christmas music <i>so well</i>; the kind that is new but sounds old, like it's been around for years. <br /><div><br /></div><div><b>New Songs/Singles in 2020 </b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(not by any means an exhaustive list)</span></div><div>-RaeLynn <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/1K9D8FQvyVnx7bGEyZR0nP?si=Gcpat6ojQ2KDEONRpeWpxQ">Jingle Bell Drunk</a> - All of us, at the end of 2020.</div><div>-NEEDTOBREATH <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/47KGGJrL31NSbqcfHN3gmJ?si=Kh4sdlnLSTGWaPJUCaP0Cg">Silent Night</a> - Two things: 1.) the voice of Bear Rinehart and 2.) harmonica action</div><div>-Ryan Hurd <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/5nvYEOcMNKiZSfCISL4rzv?si=Gxt5RwSDQ1yMHr1KcNYv9w">Silver Bells</a> - Bass? In Silver Bells? Into it.</div><div>-Johnnyswim <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/45f7eOwmTfcRStKkJHan16?si=JX3PoLtaQVWd8v0zQ5UhRQ">Pass Me a Pint</a> - Ok this is a FUN song and yes, sir, I shall pass you a pint.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Playlists</b></div><div>- <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DX6R7QUWePReA?si=jd1YWvjaTPKXaR5dKSUjSQ">Christmas Classics</a> - Exactly what it sounds like: classic, timeless Christmas music.</div><div>- <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DX0HWhBzpBj05?si=qqxCln-BRgGLz8xaLPuiaA">Happy Holidays</a> - I like this playlist because it is a blend of new and old seasonal favorites</div><div>- <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DXbPHTEEyQ6Hv?si=3miFqfgRRFu3buq2Z_LFFg">Christmas Peaceful Piano</a> - A vibe for relaxing, reading, writing, taking a bath, eating dinner, drinking coffee, drinking wine, petting your dog, staring at your Christmas tree, or any other activity that brings about a general feeling relaxing Christmas coziness. </div><div>- <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DWU0r6G8OGirN?si=H_H5pmR3R8exwxSYdLY1ag">Cozy Christmas Jazz</a> - See above but add saxophones and stuff.</div><div>- <a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DWU0r6G8OGirN?si=H_H5pmR3R8exwxSYdLY1ag">Hogwarts Christmas</a> - Don't knock it 'til you try it ok? It's <i>A mix of Harry Potter score pieces, holiday classics, and wintery classics that evoke the spirit of Hogwarts at Christmastime. </i>Who does not want to evoke the spirit of Hogwarts at Christmastime?</div><div><br /></div><div>The rest is by <i>no means</i> a favorites list because I don't dare try and choose favorites when it comes to Christmas music but I would be remiss if I did not mention these standouts and go-to's for me every Christmas season:</div><div>-The Carpenters <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/5GMAtv4CU6GYQMo36Uuiqc?si=nO7kl3ZoTtS9h2eqCtLuLA">Christmas Portrait</a></div><div>-NSYNC <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/6uIB97CqMcssTss9WrtX8c?si=5k8BgoSXTgClUmH5mtWV1g">Home for Christmas</a> </div><div>-Johnny Mathis <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/51b0GIhPK2EekvzycY4YpP?si=C9miFvuxTtqDxZ3nLf0Jmw">Christmas Eve with Johnny Mathis</a></div><div>-Michael Buble <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/3CKVXhODttZebJAzjUs2un?si=NXrqZWjxTYONgFqzPT-DIQ">Christmas</a></div><div>-Taylor Swift <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/7vzYp7FrKnTRoktBYsx9SF?si=QL1PohZuS7KvudaE83Z2ZA">The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection</a> (people sleep on early 2008 Christmas Taylor)</div><div>-Andy Williams <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/30eO7X0doSEWKhDLAFLMuW?si=Qp7wbRBxTlS4IQpwJhwoLQ">The Andy Williams Christmas Album</a></div><div>-Francesca Battistelli <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/0lDO2HYjo89PSqQ4o8hXxq?si=9dvAH-ONRrCZ8bkqMAoCKg">Christmas</a> </div><div>-Amy Grant <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/6zsXpKxvpjmwXvoxPdN2eQ?si=5yUyqB_VRbmyDMbmrA9quw">Home for Christmas</a></div><div>-Bing Crosby <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/3My4DXwRjAS5HXontsJx1A?si=5hUS2qC-RW6Nyf1OwVae_A">Christmas Classics</a></div><div>-Glee Cast <a href="https://open.spotify.com/album/5NBvxR9saJ2OL3QLCha8yW?si=-iShVdOkQfSnViRd8NieBQ">Glee: The Music, The Christmas Album</a> (you're judging me for this one and it's fine. 1.) I used to be super into this show, and 2.) this is a wildly festive and freakin bomb Christmas album ok??)</div><div><br /></div><div>What are you listening to this holiday season? What are your favs?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><center><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-84697489631582973542020-12-06T07:00:00.024-07:002020-12-06T07:00:04.392-07:00Blogmas Day 6: The Case for Christmas Letters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66nc9R-x7VLp1-vgUJBwQJIFTB1VgHc0rEoREAMX5CRT50CYE-KLaEvpiOhj9t9i8g8UpcvUzmJF5pcQCp6fpzFcCnXr1wpCmlHbc288JgoiRyN8wQ6Jz9PEH1jeIPcNeAdgGiIbvsag/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66nc9R-x7VLp1-vgUJBwQJIFTB1VgHc0rEoREAMX5CRT50CYE-KLaEvpiOhj9t9i8g8UpcvUzmJF5pcQCp6fpzFcCnXr1wpCmlHbc288JgoiRyN8wQ6Jz9PEH1jeIPcNeAdgGiIbvsag/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div>It is no secret amongst my family and friends: I love a good Christmas letter. I love sending out our little Christmas card with our little Christmas photo every year but I love even more, writing a big fat Christmas letter. With lots of paragraphs and lots of rambling on about what we did all year. And every year I wonder to myself - do people still write Christmas letters? My Christmas letter-receiving experience tells me no, they do not. So I am here today to tell you why Christmas letter writing should be making a comeback and why you should consider writing one.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Case for Christmas Letters</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvkhI2NpakwCesDx_F56DVbSrDLP48TtwaOtpejFRS6WY0m2_aK98by_xKEoLnaEjca6904E7_uYGhNNuKPpaELLGWvG-cVJaNKJH86QW3wFKicq0vNEXfCF6rFticet34NIKsQAXoRA/s2048/IMG_3560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvkhI2NpakwCesDx_F56DVbSrDLP48TtwaOtpejFRS6WY0m2_aK98by_xKEoLnaEjca6904E7_uYGhNNuKPpaELLGWvG-cVJaNKJH86QW3wFKicq0vNEXfCF6rFticet34NIKsQAXoRA/w480-h640/IMG_3560.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div>I think the first and most obvious reason people don't write Christmas letters anymore is because of social media. We are seeing what everyone is doing all year long. Why would I need to send a Christmas letter to my friends and family updating them on how our year went when they've been watching it unfold on 37 different social media platforms in live time? I'll tell you why. Because it's fun. And writing a letter is nostalgic AF. But also because yeah sure, you post a picture here, update a status there, but a writing a letter gives you a chance to tell a real story. It allows you to provide context and details that would normally get left out of a 140 character limit, or a measly Instagram caption. That, plus the algorithms probably burry your posts so your friends and family don't even see your stuff anymore because Big Tech can't just leave us alone and let our feeds be in chronological order but hey, the egregious overreach of the social media overlords are another convo for another day right? </div><div><br /></div><div>Secondly, it's a fun exercise to look back on your year and document it - even just for yourself, more than for sharing with others. There is a quote that goes, "<i>...Let us balance life's account every day...One who daily puts the finishing touches to his life is never in want of time.</i>" I like this quote because sometimes it feels like you maybe didn't do anything fun this year, or you spent a lot of time being bored, or whatever it is; but when you actually sit down and think about it and '<i>balance your life's account</i>' you realize that you in fact, actually had a lot of good days. It's easy to only remember the last couple weeks or last couple months and let that be your general assessment of your entire year. But to sit down and think about your year in full I'll bet you had more good times than you think.</div><div><br /></div><div>And lastly, writing a Christmas letter gives you an opportunity to showcase a little creativity and put a voice behind the photo card you are also presumably mailing out. We spend so much time consuming, challenge yourself and spend a little time creating. Write that Christmas letter! Wanna write paragraphs - do it! Wanna just bullet out a list - go for it! The <strike>world</strike> Christmas letter is your oyster.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other honorable mentions and reasons as to why you should write a Christmas letter:</div><div>1.) I like to read them. Send me one.</div><div>2.) See above.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do you write Christmas letters? Will you be, now that I've 100% fully and totally, undoubtedly convinced you?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-74408533945273312592020-12-05T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-05T07:00:03.107-07:00Blogmas Day 5: Christmas Favorites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTSZBUnDOpf_pwNZcyKtIcoXPU8KCFmFoCVLPOAgkJ2JNVp0ZhPMx38TJmJitzJiu251WLSk8KOjkwnGRuORvRzsoIkalW6Mjr_5GCoT5ceDafvuLaK9dbpm4wRwgurjiEU-A2MsChWU/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTSZBUnDOpf_pwNZcyKtIcoXPU8KCFmFoCVLPOAgkJ2JNVp0ZhPMx38TJmJitzJiu251WLSk8KOjkwnGRuORvRzsoIkalW6Mjr_5GCoT5ceDafvuLaK9dbpm4wRwgurjiEU-A2MsChWU/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div>As a general rule of thumb, picking favorites is very hard for me. But we're about to attempt picking some Christmas favorites anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Favorite...</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Christmas Carol: </b></div><div>Oh Holy Night. I love all the versions and you definitely can't make me pick a favorite version but the millennial in me would like to kindly recommend NSYNC's version.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSghTWwZjDZ613SAq0O08Fxsrrp7WVahr0X2V3a1Q7jn6LbyRfcZ3K7ZEJT5NIn0t6aiBd5GxUKFml5NGyMiD3KZKcjVnXwB9wQsBTYC3ixUg7tww5rTA4TwoGxXlodZ5msID_3SRIbE/s1500/719g-EFSwyL._SL1500_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1458" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSghTWwZjDZ613SAq0O08Fxsrrp7WVahr0X2V3a1Q7jn6LbyRfcZ3K7ZEJT5NIn0t6aiBd5GxUKFml5NGyMiD3KZKcjVnXwB9wQsBTYC3ixUg7tww5rTA4TwoGxXlodZ5msID_3SRIbE/s320/719g-EFSwyL._SL1500_.jpg" /></a></div><div>It's acapella and it's aca-awesome. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Christmas Tradition:</b> </div><div>Ok this one is hard to narrow down a true favorite. Let's see... getting a real Christmas tree every year, shrimp on Christmas Eve, my family Christmas Eve party, watching the Christmas Day parade on TV Christmas morning, collecting Christmas ornaments throughout the year of the places we go, and probably a bunch more that I am not thinking of. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Christmas gift I ever received:</b></div><div>When I was a kid in gymnastics, thinking I'd go to the olympics one day, I begged my parents for a trampoline every Christmas year after year after year. My wish finally came true one year and it was the BEST surprise and I was so happy and I was not expecting it and I spent the whole day (and subsequent years) in the backyard jumping on the trampoline. Doing flips, trying to impress the neighbors as they watched me jump from their yards. You know, being super chill about it. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Christmas treat: </b></div><div>Buckeyes or chocolate cherry kisses. Buckeyes because they are two of the best food groups to have ever been invented: chocolate and peanut butter. And the Kisses because I grew up eating them and we make them every year during the holidays, and so when I eat one it tastes like Christmas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vmuo5NIlzXR1-6U97TWFIsT92pvdfiXcQ6g5fSyD2YPJL6zv264SrBJlKYKSee_I7WeWpaL35-WFPPqTm3B5oQfmx1YUOO1u0Xa0fh4RzkGC8tNQSB4_FcZRhIycIFvzp1w7qICVQYQ/s2048/IMG_2739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vmuo5NIlzXR1-6U97TWFIsT92pvdfiXcQ6g5fSyD2YPJL6zv264SrBJlKYKSee_I7WeWpaL35-WFPPqTm3B5oQfmx1YUOO1u0Xa0fh4RzkGC8tNQSB4_FcZRhIycIFvzp1w7qICVQYQ/w640-h480/IMG_2739.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Movie: </b></div><div>The Santa Clause</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRTHnMGcFepGNn_w7jx5WiwEPS3ttk44jP7CwmSQ5Vs9RN9dofBLFS09VGU4ZUgzSIBqJUJgOe9UkBRjlPmjCriWqHm02Xc39EbYNzwXf9PdrWf0gGxyCXHGHknr9XqIjbYQdZGGsKzE/s475/68171db9b4b33824a145bcdd01987794.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="259" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRTHnMGcFepGNn_w7jx5WiwEPS3ttk44jP7CwmSQ5Vs9RN9dofBLFS09VGU4ZUgzSIBqJUJgOe9UkBRjlPmjCriWqHm02Xc39EbYNzwXf9PdrWf0gGxyCXHGHknr9XqIjbYQdZGGsKzE/w217-h400/68171db9b4b33824a145bcdd01987794.jpg" width="217" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Santa Clause > Elf. Don't @ me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Christmas Memory: </b></div><div>My parents took my sister and I up north to Greer, Arizona one year to spend the holiday. My grandma came with us and we rented a little cabin and saw snow for the first time ever. One night we were all playing a card game and I remember something made my grandma laugh so hard. She started laughing and just did not stop and I had never seen her, or heard her laugh so hard ever in my life. And I just remember this moment so vividly and it warmed my heart so much to see her laughing so hard. The rest of us obviously dissolved into a fit of laughter too and it was just such an innocuous moment but I'll never forget it.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Christmas Candle Scent: </b></div><div>Frosted Cranberry from Bath and Body Works</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Holiday Drink: </b></div><div>Besides wine? Hot chocolate with Bailey's</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6BIjf_8UeJ4WD1FajX2eM-g1xNqQJqO0Hrn5dynencfQbdJh9dHdSFvnUyYg7Jd1koO2pqRugqzSrPAHDICf70Syl5iIZm9U7a1xCqGEf8_pTVoDfDMlT8mJZV5zaXhw5g3nk_jtTF0/s2048/IMG_4011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6BIjf_8UeJ4WD1FajX2eM-g1xNqQJqO0Hrn5dynencfQbdJh9dHdSFvnUyYg7Jd1koO2pqRugqzSrPAHDICf70Syl5iIZm9U7a1xCqGEf8_pTVoDfDMlT8mJZV5zaXhw5g3nk_jtTF0/w480-h640/IMG_4011.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Christmas Decoration: </b></div><div>Twinkle lights! Lights on my tree, lights on my garland - twinkly lights everywhere! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoPy7zAZBRzk_v_OVScDAhyphenhyphen-_OYEeZjz3-Y7UilRK9U5tYoaSbNucxbVpKqn4KxF9C7E0vSGbLI649UMiAWMkxLe10JJ7hCmAFB7vH8snrnZru3dp4i5OKiNxyJdV1ktPFPKN1f5nL88/s2048/343C56AD-3908-4A6F-926F-0E767824BBCE.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoPy7zAZBRzk_v_OVScDAhyphenhyphen-_OYEeZjz3-Y7UilRK9U5tYoaSbNucxbVpKqn4KxF9C7E0vSGbLI649UMiAWMkxLe10JJ7hCmAFB7vH8snrnZru3dp4i5OKiNxyJdV1ktPFPKN1f5nL88/w640-h480/343C56AD-3908-4A6F-926F-0E767824BBCE.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>What are your Christmas favorites?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><center><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-26602549533324864682020-12-04T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-04T07:00:05.071-07:00Blogmas Day 4: Flashback Friday I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKiTgwadAHPrlEabqNzhz73JO7L0FNfc83fKjMG_x5oxvdWxpyWP6xaPDJKIJ3JOqf5p0OXuzKqIRO4LlUeTbfyg_pkU3UWzheQa89AfQaD0QsLZcqtJknca4kb0GvWP-2dRe78zMGLA/s2050/Blogmas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKiTgwadAHPrlEabqNzhz73JO7L0FNfc83fKjMG_x5oxvdWxpyWP6xaPDJKIJ3JOqf5p0OXuzKqIRO4LlUeTbfyg_pkU3UWzheQa89AfQaD0QsLZcqtJknca4kb0GvWP-2dRe78zMGLA/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>I thought it would be fun throughout Blogmas 2020 to throw it back to some old Christmas posts I've written and take a stroll down memory lane. For this first installment I picked a post that I wrote last year, on this very day because it seemed appropriate and also because I would like to provide this gentle reminder that yes, <div><br /></div><div><b><i>Hallmark Christmas Movies are Predictable as Hell but I Will Never Stop Watching Them</i></b><div><i>Published on 12/4/2019</i></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>
Hallmark Christmas movies have been a staple in Christmas culture (Christmas culture? Is that a thing or did I just make that up?) for some time now. Whether you love them or hate them (or perhaps a little bit of both?), come October they are comin' in hot and they are not leaving until January. So buckle up betches, it's Hallmark season!<br />
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I'm a little embarrased to say I only just discovered the Hallmark Channel no joke like, two years ago. But since then it has been a joy and a true Christmas honor to spend much of my free time parked on my couch watching a big city career woman fall for a rugged family man in a quaint Christmas village and live happily ever after. Or a big time advertising executive return home to his small, rural Christmas town on assignment only to fall back in love with his high school sweetheart under the mistletoe. Wash, rise, repeat.<br />
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Are they cheesy, cringey, and predictable as hell? Yes. Does this make me want to ever stop watching them? The answer to that is a resounding no.<br />
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I have to be strategic about my Hallmark movie binge sessions though, because if Nate is anywhere near the television and catches a 5 minute glimpse of one of these holiday cinematic masterpieces he literally asks me, "<i>Why do you watch this shit?</i>" I'll tell you why, folks: because Hallmark movies are lovely, ok?? And they are warm, and they are cozy, and festive, and romantic. And because they make me feel good. Every single movie ends with a happy ending. With 40 (<i>forty!</i>) new premieres this year, I don't know what your math skills are like but that's a total of 40 happy endings (<i>forty!</i>) to enjoy and silently say to yourself, "<i>Awwwww!</i>"<br />
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Sure Hallmark movies are not realistic, creative, or complex but you know what else they are not? Controversial. Political. Tense (unless of course you want to count the slow burn of a budding small- town romance heeyyoo!). And I don't know about you but controversy, politics, and tension are three things I prefer <i>not</i> to have running amok in my Christmas season. No m'am. I can't and I shan't have any of that.<br />
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But I will have an hour and a half of Kellie Pickler and her sweet southern accent, paired nicely with a predictably-timed duet by the piano, for example.<br />
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K gotta go <i>Christmas in Rome</i> is on in a few minutes and I haven't seen that one yet.<br />
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</div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-89698484087419976062020-12-03T07:00:00.007-07:002020-12-03T07:00:02.901-07:00Blogmas Day 3: The Thursday Five Vol. 4You may recall back in November I started a weekly installment of the <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2020/11/the-thursday-five-vol-1.html">Thursday Five</a>. We're gonna keep on keepin' on with it during Blogmas just, make it Blogmas-y mmmk?!<div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gvwFm_gYHJEFTMFGBSq8jrUK5VbsFGpVn7V2i3MQtpAAufS49M7CBlVWzxq8mVE10-y2VlMwHS0ERzo0-Rh2q52I3JAeZCN-I_oYJvB7jxMDQbZg_KVYgCgHBYNkl7tj2L8yNsfoW9c/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gvwFm_gYHJEFTMFGBSq8jrUK5VbsFGpVn7V2i3MQtpAAufS49M7CBlVWzxq8mVE10-y2VlMwHS0ERzo0-Rh2q52I3JAeZCN-I_oYJvB7jxMDQbZg_KVYgCgHBYNkl7tj2L8yNsfoW9c/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>An Inspiration</b></div><div><a href="https://camillestyles.com/food/holiday-cookie-and-candy-board/">This</a> holiday cookie and candy board 🤤</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="346" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjTwCeMueIY46ZnlFbKpi1_5k_Nj84VNloZWajUCR3t4ScK-ty0aEYo74IatSm6LwqpUccC3F5m0B8ake-Jsbmtx61wFarLizgP1eo2y6rMOZricVKwSoCqxl2y5Md1n1EOE8pmwle50/w432-h640/unnamed-2.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>A Laugh</b></div><div><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/864291692/dumpster-fire-ornament-2020-christmas?ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=2020+dumpster+christmas+ornament&ref=sr_gallery-1-7&bes=1">This</a> ornament</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjra0CM-EwHr1Q1mMtW_RP1C0NP7nhqvBZjRIlwMN3sbPkICTDf6Nb8MChJM2Nkx4YAIAWMbq2D46ze5_1sq3Ljzn7QjgueKeA2s3v6byBnjJdgqc6Ni2YR20RXSchDyslIpbi2Jq3bsBo/s1588/il_1588xN.2556260504_23r2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAaksFyiyJz5Ux7aJ3-uE8wXsNWpXAE3tUD7BnzjabhMhG0s8xHrmmhXEeKQ6jZVSyV9l4oD7CYzezHN-KpzdL0irVqYn5JXLi5-7_6bQm-dUfQZivpm9w4Dv7aZ330iCplSPBx2N_Qo/w480-h640/IMG_7466.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><center style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center><br /></div></div></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-14633829675147010232020-12-02T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-02T07:00:01.605-07:00Blogmas Day 2: December TBR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTv2en3DwBzSrnqeoK5WqcVu8qbaqStrOs3wHoEhtn_GhkvHCf-yB5g9_TEWEB0GfYtcIbDYSSUCT77CEQPfkgBRMNnXrxMfjFaQC16k1VLQvCNK6VfYJosbphyphenhyphenswzdmlho5AEVjBH5c/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTv2en3DwBzSrnqeoK5WqcVu8qbaqStrOs3wHoEhtn_GhkvHCf-yB5g9_TEWEB0GfYtcIbDYSSUCT77CEQPfkgBRMNnXrxMfjFaQC16k1VLQvCNK6VfYJosbphyphenhyphenswzdmlho5AEVjBH5c/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div>Before we start - TBR means "To Be Read." When I first started watching bookish videos on YouTube and Instagram I could not figure out what TBR meant and had to do some extensive Google searching. So I am here today to save you that trouble.<div><br /></div><div>My December TBR is an ambitious one because I just want to read all the Christmas books and once I added them all to my cart I had a really hard time narrowing them down. Will I finish all of these books? Probably not. The Hallmark Channel also calls my name late at night so I sometimes have a real complex between Christmas reading vs. Christmas watching. <br /><div><br /></div><div><b>The Twelve Dates of Christmas</b> by Jenny Bayless</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rd10l8UYbBj6xSghk-XDPsRdwxlTGbQmCSQUSkbf_cU9qQKUFEHu_vUJYpu4tugFeE8GxDMvg44ZTsUlmGKS593VvbCqtR-4LkvSv9lHSLCBXYNP0bAPpjbBQuWyMUCRMbyqscBi8qU/s2048/81DRgf4yvhL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rd10l8UYbBj6xSghk-XDPsRdwxlTGbQmCSQUSkbf_cU9qQKUFEHu_vUJYpu4tugFeE8GxDMvg44ZTsUlmGKS593VvbCqtR-4LkvSv9lHSLCBXYNP0bAPpjbBQuWyMUCRMbyqscBi8qU/w266-h400/81DRgf4yvhL.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div>Synopsis: <i>When it comes to relationships, thirty-four-year-old Kate Turner is ready to say "Bah, humbug." The sleepy town of Blexford, England, isn't exactly brimming with prospects, and anyway, Kate's found fulfillment in her career as a designer, and in her delicious side job baking for her old friend Matt's neighborhood café. But then her best friend signs her up for a dating agency that promises to help singles find love before the holidays. Twenty-three days until Christmas. Twelve dates with twelve different men. The odds must finally be in her favor . . . right? </i></div><div><i><br />Yet with each new date more disastrous than the one before--and the whole town keeping tabs on her misadventures--Kate must remind herself that sometimes love, like mistletoe, shows up where it's least expected. And maybe, just maybe, it's been right under her nose all along. . . .</i></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a new release that came out this October and I've been seeing everyone talk about it. FOMO made me add it to my December TBR.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>10 Blind Dates</b> by Ashley Elston</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoW9XHVsvi3RytM8W-71VjLDcgkZkgPxz1SmfcBr2dMKzc2YmQ5cGQWHI39FSvGtf_k23190lc1sIj4SUwonB1LDi3YNe6JiZTydzvmHKwTS9MJxRSg65mD-wJe13iuREc0_Y7divaM4/s2048/1368027490.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1356" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoW9XHVsvi3RytM8W-71VjLDcgkZkgPxz1SmfcBr2dMKzc2YmQ5cGQWHI39FSvGtf_k23190lc1sIj4SUwonB1LDi3YNe6JiZTydzvmHKwTS9MJxRSg65mD-wJe13iuREc0_Y7divaM4/w265-h400/1368027490.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div>Synopsis: <i>Sophie wants one thing for Christmas-a little freedom from her overprotective parents. So when they decide to spend Christmas in South Louisiana with her very pregnant older sister, Sophie is looking forward to some much needed private (read: make-out) time with her long-term boyfriend, Griffin. Except it turns out that Griffin wants a little freedom from their relationship. <br /><br />Heartbroken, Sophie flees to her grandparents' house, where the rest of her boisterous extended family is gathered for the holiday. That's when her nonna devises a (not so) brilliant plan: Over the next ten days, Sophie will be set up on ten different blind dates by different family members. Like her sweet cousin Sara, who sets her up with a hot guy at an exclusive underground party. Or her crazy aunt Patrice, who signs Sophie up for a lead role in a living nativity. With a boy who barely reaches her shoulder. And a screaming baby.<br /><br />When Griffin turns up unexpectedly and begs for a second chance, Sophie feels more confused than ever. Because maybe, just maybe, she's started to have feelings for someone else . . . Someone who is definitely not available.<br /><br />This is going to be the worst Christmas break ever . . . or is it?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>This was a new release last year and was also super popular and quite frankly, the cover just really makes me want to party. Holiday party.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Mistletoe and Mr. Right</b> by Sarah Morgenthaler</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga_AkBgD4flwX_8jvgtq_Rsww19GBSOR8rZZJ-vE9JT8wQwCQMjV2PPxtNbhP-s2pHvIieQgTxvnh02MGgoGLP-5pQhRGqguslbjcvcz2y8z5ZBTP_YUiJt3YplB0-fl3T2NwWmgqo0w/s499/51L7Kc58n8L._SX331_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="333" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga_AkBgD4flwX_8jvgtq_Rsww19GBSOR8rZZJ-vE9JT8wQwCQMjV2PPxtNbhP-s2pHvIieQgTxvnh02MGgoGLP-5pQhRGqguslbjcvcz2y8z5ZBTP_YUiJt3YplB0-fl3T2NwWmgqo0w/w268-h400/51L7Kc58n8L._SX331_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" width="268" /></a></div>Synopsis: <i>Lana Montgomery is everything the quirky small town of Moose Springs, Alaska can't stand: a rich socialite with dreams of changing things for the better. But Lana's determined to prove that she belongs...even if it means trading her stilettos for snow boots and tracking one of the town's hairiest Christmas mysteries: the Santa Moose, an antlered Grinch hell-bent on destroying every bit of holiday cheer (and tinsel) it can sink its teeth into.<br /><br />And really...how hard could it be?<br /><br />The last few years have been tough on Rick Harding, and it's not getting any easier now that his dream girl's back in town. When Lana accidentally tranquilizes him instead of the Santa Moose, it's clear she needs help, fast...and this could be his chance to finally catch her eye. It's an all-out Christmas war, but if they can nab that darn moose before it destroys the town, Rick and Lana might finally find a place where they both belong...together.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>This is book two in the Moose Springs book series. I am trying to speed read the first book for the sole purpose of reading this one during the holiday season. <br /><div><br /></div><div><b>A Princess for Christmas</b> by Jenny Holiday</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj81ESS_h2LOXcx5HHOUWQeVwe4LCVTOJWSR6CnU3HQOtmTeXEclEfeBy_C0lNQorj5GbFeEo_RSySdivAp424ospDhf7KaM2O-UTDD31umMpF-9BfofolQfI-XA7PoVnxrV7XhAhwM3Hk/s2048/81zHA8qf4PL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1361" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj81ESS_h2LOXcx5HHOUWQeVwe4LCVTOJWSR6CnU3HQOtmTeXEclEfeBy_C0lNQorj5GbFeEo_RSySdivAp424ospDhf7KaM2O-UTDD31umMpF-9BfofolQfI-XA7PoVnxrV7XhAhwM3Hk/w266-h400/81zHA8qf4PL.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div>Synopsis: <i>Leo Ricci's already handling all he can, between taking care of his little sister Gabby, driving a cab, and being the super of his apartment building in the Bronx. But when Gabby spots a "princess" in a gown outside of the UN trying to hail a cab, she begs her brother to stop and help. Before he knows it, he's got a real-life damsel in distress in the backseat of his car. <br /><br />Princess Marie of Eldovia shouldn't be hailing a cab, or even be out and about. But after her mother’s death, her father has plunged into a devastating depression and the fate of her small Alpine country has fallen on Marie’s shoulders. She’s taken aback by the gruff but devastatingly handsome driver who shows her more kindness than she’s seen in a long time. <br /><br />When Marie asks Leo to be her driver for the rest of her trip, he agrees, thinking he’ll squire a rich miss around for a while and make more money than he has in months. He doesn’t expect to like and start longing for the unpredictable Marie. And when he and Gabby end up in Eldovia for Christmas, he discovers the princess who is all wrong for him is also the woman who is his perfect match.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like if you are an author whose last name is "holiday" you're sort of required to write a Christmas book? I have seen a lot of good reviews about this one so on the TBR it went.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Christmas Ever After</b> by Karen Schaler</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25g3tX0JD08zk6fEun2MifMZqEwGvsHSZjceoy14lS71ZJXf69bWgPP3wmZmi5M5ztQgVSnO6VHySb4UIWT1BFR6R6Rw0ziih3KPUwLH74Gtp1GpBggSNpnGI-O1WGA_XGGjLzhu5GPM/s692/54435156.jpg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="455" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25g3tX0JD08zk6fEun2MifMZqEwGvsHSZjceoy14lS71ZJXf69bWgPP3wmZmi5M5ztQgVSnO6VHySb4UIWT1BFR6R6Rw0ziih3KPUwLH74Gtp1GpBggSNpnGI-O1WGA_XGGjLzhu5GPM/w263-h400/54435156.jpg.png" width="263" /></a></div><div>Synposis: <i>While promoting her next novel, a Christmas love story, author Riley Reynolds is caught off guard when she’s asked during a live national television interview how she can write about romance when she still hasn’t found “the one” herself. Scrambling for an answer, she quickly answers that she has had great love in her past and that love inspired her novels. </i></div><div><i><br />Little does she know that this one offhanded remark will turn her world upside down. Three of her ex-boyfriends see the interview, and each, believing she’s talking about him, shows up for her Christmas Camp book event at the Christmas Lake Lodge, determined to rewrite his happily-ever-after with her! <br /><br />Over the festive weekend, Riley’s old boyfriends compete to win her heart, pulling out all the stops while planning the most romantic Christmas dates on the planet. Despite herself, Riley starts falling for each guy— again—but for different reasons. As Riley revisits each relationship and discovers more about herself, she embraces the magic of Christmas and finally finds true love and her own Christmas ever after... </i></div><div><br /></div><div>This is 100% a cover buy. LOOK AT THIS CHRISTMASY COVER. Also please note the dog.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Twelve Days of Christmas</b> by Debbie Macomber</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXORHzFuLFYbnmcjWGtMWRBvjDy87lbZnSnYTzuYptTZRYNn08-BB4n-pblGf8pnwToLWgnbNMe0xa2fFJbjsCowkhukPDb5-R2OWsds1E1yJXjRCoKaVzK77o706eVUFoTqP7xv-Eyc/s500/51dabDbJjbL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="303" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXORHzFuLFYbnmcjWGtMWRBvjDy87lbZnSnYTzuYptTZRYNn08-BB4n-pblGf8pnwToLWgnbNMe0xa2fFJbjsCowkhukPDb5-R2OWsds1E1yJXjRCoKaVzK77o706eVUFoTqP7xv-Eyc/w242-h400/51dabDbJjbL.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div>Synopsis: <i>Friendly and bubbly, Julia Padden likes nearly everyone, but her standoffish neighbor, Cain Maddox, presents a particular challenge. No matter how hard she’s tried to be nice, Cain rudely rebuffs her at every turn, preferring to keep to himself. But when Julia catches Cain stealing her newspaper from the lobby of their apartment building, that’s the last straw. She’s going to break through Cain’s Scrooge-like exterior the only way she knows how: by killing him with kindness.</i></div><div><i><br />To track her progress, Julia starts a blog called The Twelve Days of Christmas. Her first attempts to humanize Cain are far from successful. Julia brings him homemade Christmas treats and the disagreeable grinch won’t even accept them. Meanwhile, Julie’s blog becomes an online sensation, as an astonishing number of people start following her adventures. Julia continues to find ways to express kindness and, little by little, chips away at Cain’s gruff façade to reveal the caring man underneath. Unbelievably, Julia feels herself falling for Cain—and she suspects that he may be falling for her as well. But as the popularity of her blog continues to grow, Julia must decide if telling Cain the truth about having chronicled their relationship to the rest of the world is worth risking their chance at love.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Two things about this book: 1.) more dogs on the cover, and 2.) this is a book about a girl who starts a blog. That's required reading for me, right?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Dash and Lily's Book of Dares</b> by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kZjxD9wngu3SYvim3sXyMlZ5oqzyi11olg6msItqIvuusN4xULxmtiaBG8sszIjV2OKcw5Vr2jY7cp7TuzSeRfCN3o1qm4XWrQQChfzQbgnGZI4SGHZEzcw-QwMge4yrkX6SmCLOSL8/s2048/81k-5q1rn9L.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1360" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kZjxD9wngu3SYvim3sXyMlZ5oqzyi11olg6msItqIvuusN4xULxmtiaBG8sszIjV2OKcw5Vr2jY7cp7TuzSeRfCN3o1qm4XWrQQChfzQbgnGZI4SGHZEzcw-QwMge4yrkX6SmCLOSL8/w265-h400/81k-5q1rn9L.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div>Synopsis: <i>16-year-old Lily has left a red notebook full of challenges on her favorite bookstore shelf, waiting for just the right guy to come along and accept its dares. Dash, in a bad mood during the holidays, happens to be the first guy to pick up the notebook and rise to its challenges. </i></div><div><i><br />What follows is a whirlwind romance as Dash and Lily trade dares, dreams, and desires in the notebook they pass back and forth at locations all across New York City. But can their in-person selves possibly connect as well as their notebook versions, or will their scavenger hunt end in a comic mismatch of disastrous proportions?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>This has been on my TBR on Goodreads for a long time and I just never got around to reading it. Then I saw there's a Netflix series out based on this book and decided I need to read it STAT so that I can watch the Netflix series. I anticipate both to be a good Christmasy time.</div><div><br /></div><div>What are you reading this Christmas?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><center><img alt="photo Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" border="0" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e243/luckiejem/T%20is%20for%20Townsend/Carissa_zps53ecb502.png" /></center></div></div>Miss Risshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18427823650764567352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474185723871815327.post-85298946226868462862020-12-01T07:00:00.001-07:002020-12-01T07:00:03.869-07:00Blogmas Day 1: Welcome and Introductions + Make Your Life More Festive. Like, Now.Alright y'all, the time has come. The time of the year where bloggers come together, where Blogging and Christmas are married and a Blogmas baby is born (blogging + Christmas = Blogmas. See what we did there?). And that time is now. Welcome to Blogmas 2020.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6zcahhfc2E3wI-t6tepE7m7uNPc9_T-ZGOhyphenhyphenull54rge93Wly07lU8oTkBpiqZx9Xmqx_BFR-3lcRJS_e7jo8uTvBaegziLmuBWURTT_AUDafIc1Yr4WhGfmZubqc7PG2u6IoibHMUCY/s2050/Blogmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="2050" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6zcahhfc2E3wI-t6tepE7m7uNPc9_T-ZGOhyphenhyphenull54rge93Wly07lU8oTkBpiqZx9Xmqx_BFR-3lcRJS_e7jo8uTvBaegziLmuBWURTT_AUDafIc1Yr4WhGfmZubqc7PG2u6IoibHMUCY/w640-h244/Blogmas.png" width="640" /></a></div><div>For a time, Blogmas was a thing in blog world but since I am still not entirely sure where all the bloggers went in since 2014 I'm not sure if people still do this. But we're doing it. I am standing at the corner of <strike>Winslow Arizona</strike> Blogging and Christmas, ready to dive in head first and get my Blogmas on every day until Christmas Day. Is this a lofty goal? Yes. Am I setting myself up for failure by setting such a lofty goal? <strike>Yes</strike> Maybe? But we're going to try it anyway because it's Christmas time and we are here for all the Christmas-y content! We attempted Blogmas <a href="https://tisfortownsend.blogspot.com/2019/12/a-semi-successful-blogmas-shenanigans.html">last year</a> in 2019 and made it about halfway. With any luck, this will be the year we make it the other half! </div><div><br /></div><div>So let's kick this thing off shall we?!<br />
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I like to fully embrace each and every season as the year goes by - is it spring time? Perfect, pastel's and Easter it is. Summer time has finally arrived? Awesome, break out that summer playlist and fireworks! Spooky Season is here closely followed by fall? Perfect, leaves and pumpkins for everyone. There's something to be said for making your life festive year-round no matter what season you're in... and Christmas OBVI, is the most festive season of all. So since this is Blogmas, here are some small things I do that you should too, to make your December festive every single day. However, substitute "Christmas" or "holiday season" for literally any other season throughout the year and bam you are festive AF all year 'round. </div>
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<li>Drink out of a Christmas/Holiday mug. I tend to do this with my sports teams too. Is baseball #1 in my heart? Yes. But is baseball in season right now? No. So drink out of a Dbacks mug I shall not. I can't and I shan't. </li></ul>
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<li>Buy seasonal flavored food and drinks (e.g. Peppermint Mocha coffee creamer, gingerbread flavored anything, etc.). This also applies to like, hand soaps, shower gel, body lotion, chapstick - buy all the seasonal scents all the time. </li>
<li>Change your phone and/or computer desktop wallpaper to something with serious Chrimstmasy vibes</li>
<li>Light seasonally scented candles (my absolute favorite is <a href="https://www.bathandbodyworks.com/p/frosted-cranberry-3-wick-candle-024550818.html?rrec=true">Frosted Cranberry</a> followed closely by <a href="https://www.bathandbodyworks.com/p/fresh-balsam-3-wick-candle-024498621.html#q=fresh%2Bbalsam%2Bcandle&lang=en_US&start=3">Fresh Balsam</a>)</li>
<li>Put on some holiday ambience/ASMR in the background (currently as I write this blogpost I am listening to <a href="https://youtu.be/wWOib3u0WjQ">Hogsmeade at Christmas</a> by <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-0td1u5jNbGmcjznCV9ZxA/featured">ASMR Weekly</a>, who in fact has tons of both Harry Potter Christmas and non-Christmas videos alike. If you want my opinion Harry Potter ASMR is the best kind of ASMR</li><li>Two words: HALLMARK. CHANNEL.</li>
<li>Read a book set in the month of December and/or during the holiday season. My December TBR coming soon! </li></ul>
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<li>Put up Christmas decorations, duh. This includes but is not limited to your desk/workspace at work, your bedroom, anywhere you want to be reminded that it's Christmas and you are here for all of it. In fact, do yourself a favor this holiday season and buy <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Lights-Charger-Available-6plus7/dp/B07GVPGCQN">this</a> phone charger whose cord is literally a string of Christmas lights.</li><li>Wear Christmas socks while you work at home. Or lounge at home. Or sleep. Just wear the socks, you guys.</li><li>This one also probably goes without saying but like, crank up the Christmas jams y'all!</li>
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