It's been snowing in phases, and all that's already there won't melt.
A Happy Christmas, too.
Tammie and Rick just got registered. She's doing good, health-wise, too.
Djuna got her new lungs this week. She's recovering splendidly :)
We had a gourmet - evening on Christmas Eve. Meaning: Lots of food. Lots of family. Lots of fun. Lots of silliness, too, mind.
Did I mention I get drunk on company?
Not a drop of alcohol in my blood, ever, and I still manage to become this hyperactive ball of random craziness. Which is okay. It's all laughter anyways.
I also got told too many times this week that I might unofficially have ADHD.
Maybe I should get that checked?
I got sick again.
Which is probably the only downside of this week.
Migraine-ish and hack-coughing and yuck.
We'd agreed that we'd all go to Church in the morning, so going to bed late on Christmas Eve probably wasn't the smartest move in the world. I think it's funny when people don't expect me going, and then I'll say that I'd like to, for company.
I sat next to Harry, Myriam (my eldest cousin)'s boyfriend, who is probably the biggest atheist in the family. I had to hold my breath so as not to laugh out loud at some of his remarks, but it was really entertaining either way. He also offered me twenty (first ten, but I scoffed at that) Euro's if I got up, went up to the microphone and told everyone that I was sorry there'd been a mistake, but really, God did not exist after all, and they could all go home.
If he'd've dared me I'd've actually done it, but I don't cave for money just as quick. (Do I have my priorities wrong?)
Either way, they "suddenly" decided to hold an improvised play, and were looking for a cast within the audience. When looking for a Maria, Harry nudged me "Go on,". And though I have at least one thing similar to that holy woman (Hint: It starts with a V) , I couldn't get my energy up to play along (sick, sick sick sick.) so Tamara got up and played Maria instead. Myriam played an angel, and when I giggled at Harry that probably all Magdelijns-girls 'd get up to play, Judith and Suzanne offered to play some of the sheep.
My commentary about not being sure whether I liked being associated family of virgins, angels, and (most importantly) sheep, was taken too well for my liking. xD
Oh! And I actually got my first Christmas present ever: A cute candle thingy that turns at the heat of the flame. Pictures later.
Also, there are too many Christmas movies on TV, it's ridiculously unhealthy.
I watched the Grinch for the first time ever, and I liked it more than I thought I would.
Next year I'll go all Scrooge-y and Grinch-y for the fun of it. :3
Reading back some posts a year ago in December made me smile.
I still think the same about loving wind-still cold days.
Where little puffs appear where you breathe and talk.
A white blanket covering .. well.. everything. :)
Snowing began really early this winter, though. Earlier even than last year.
Before last year, it was a question of whether 'real' winters would ever come again.
It would be windy, cold and wet, snow two days in February and melt again, and that was it.
I was disappointed it took me so long to graduate, fearing I might've missed any chance at snow at all. And the first winter I spent here, everything was white in December. Not just for a day or two, but for weeks, and when that melted, a few days later it would snow again. It snowed so much, actually, that it sent chaos into the lives of train-managers, people going to work, people's stuck at home or where they were at at the time (Judith and I were staying in Deventer, at my Unc's, then.. Good times. x3 )
This year, the snow started in November. Ridiculous! November!
The last week, but still!
And though there's been a few days where it all melted, it back to stay (at least until Christmas is over). For me, that means more walks in the past two weeks than the past 4 months put together. And lots of pictures. And lots of frustration at the fact that my health won't allow me even more walks. And lots of reading when I'm home-tied because I can't go out for walks. :) Hurray.
An entirely different point: I absolutely love how my previous blog post made you all put out your own opinions. I should do that more often :)
To all of you, though: It wasn't my point that it was /only/ the eyes.
It's vulnerability, innocence, prettiness.
I didn't mean cuteness in the specific sense, either.
Just somehow I can never find the time or the energy to.
I have this theory about cuteness.
About why children and puppies and kittens are cute.
Though most people already know the expression, I don't think they ever stop to think about how right they are.
It's the eyes.
Almost everything grows, elongates, lengthens, broadens, when you grow older.
Limbs stretch, noses grow, jaws broaden.. Everything but the eyes. They remain -almost- as big as they always were. Which is why they're really really big in a small face (of a baby, pup, foal.. etc), and as they "seem" smaller later on, and don't as much dominate the face anymore, the cuteness factor ebbs, and beauty remains. Or doesn't. That's not the point.
It's why seals are cute. Their faces almost only contains eyes.
Bambi? Cute because of the big brown eyes.
Why are Chibi-dolls so kawaii? Exactly. Big eyes.
Thank you for your attention.
Now my Tourrettes' urge for wanting to shout this point out can rest until it finds something else to obsess madly about.
Once upon a time, about five years ago, a tall handsome boy moved to a small cozy town, right in the street of a single, pretty girl. Once she had laid eyes on him, she knew it: This was /her/ man.
Five years later, after lots of trials, hospital visits, and a big surgery, she was proven right.
Today, they signed a contract. According to a lawyer-almost-in-the-family, a contract easily broken with a text with a certain code, but still: a magically binding contract.
A-close-to-marriage-Partnership-registration. One you can't explain without using the word "marriage", even though it isn't, really. Is this taking the romance out of things, yet? Because I'm not aiming for that. Definitely not. It was all very romantic. In the snow. Very pretty. Very cold. In a.. uhm.. positive way? Teeth chattering was just music, anyways. You just had to listen more carefully.
Tamara, who, only months ago, wasn't doing all that great, physically (Which is why they decided to do this at all, but she got her NEW LUNGS!-call just two days before the date, so they had to postpone it), and Rick. That's who this story was about. And it was wonderful to be a part of that. :)