I'm a little behind this year on everything. Even with letting some things go that I do every year, I'm still watching the days fly by trying to accomplish and prepare for some of our family traditions.
These gift crates, or faux tree crates are almost finished and will be delivered. If you would like, you can read last years great crate post, to see who gave me the inspiration, and find out how I made them.
This year I made three - three piece, backless, bottomless, three sided crates. When they are easily screwed together they slide under the Christmas tree and hide the tree stand.
Now don't be telling my friend Dii, who reads my blog, that one of those is hers. Just in case she doesn't recognize her last name, and the year she got married.
I wanted her to have it under her tree before she hosts a big family Christmas bingo party, but it's still on my dining room table. Have I mentioned I'm behind this year?
That same friend made me some red, green and bronze bell ornaments. I love them.
Dii ..... I'd like about 100 more of these please. In your spare time is fine.
Last night I sat down to do a rather lame decorating post and instead spent the whole time on phone help with our cell phone provider who had messed up our account. I'm over it, as long as my phone works when I check it in a few minutes.
Now I can get back to the lame decorating post I intended.
Yes, those are plastic ornaments, from a garage sale, under a cheesedome cloche. I bought them to use outside on my decorated window ledges.
My window ledges have not gotten decorated.
I had excellent organization - cutting the greens and red dog wood branches before the snow flew.
I simplified this year. Not because I wanted too, out of necessity. I needed that extra week we usually have between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Brawn is responsible for decorating the top three feet of our tree, so don't judge it. It's about 15 feet to the tip of it, and I'm not standing on a ladder and leaning into the tree. You know what would happen. And saying each year "don't put all the same kind of ornaments next to each other, mix it up", I guess falls on deaf ears.
I realize vintage measuring apparatus turned into a star are not anything new. However when our tree top star fell from the sky I had to find something proto while Brawn was up on the top of that ladder. Hence the big star - it's 17 inches across - but I love it.
I wanted the lights to twist between it, but I dare not ask for too much for the top three feet.
There is nothing else vintage on my tree this year. We went a different route. So of course the star is a bit out of place with all the glass bulbs.
These glass bulbs never made it any further than in a pottery bowl on a very dusty willow coffee table. Festive enough, and fuss free. They are staying.
We have poinsettias all over the place that have white lights strung through them. Big punch, pretty impact, and easy.
The nativity has it's prominent place.
The only thing that involved any effort, I didn't even do! My daughter wrapped a big picture in the dining room.
Me?.... I stuck an upside down poinsettia arrangement in the light fixture and called it good. 10 second decorating this year.
And I'm really ok with all of it. I'm putting my effort into the things that matter, like enjoying my family. Don't get me wrong, I love decorating for Christmas and making it warm and cozy for all who are here, and fussing and making new things, but not at the expense of running myself ragged.
There are only so many hours in a day.
So this year at the ranch, it's plenty Christmasy inside, just simple. And there is not one thing wrong with that.
The metal yardstick tree topper thingy is linked up at:
Served roastin' hot on the deck like that photo above?
With a side of 6 inches of snow and a 39 below windchill? Yes 39 below ZZZEROWW.
You can't see the steam that was wafting up from the cup for all of 3 seconds before it turned into ice, but it was there.
You also won't see a picture of me falling on my asss because I had snow stuck to the bottoms of my slippers after taking that photo, and slippers get slick on a wood floor when coated with ice.
Someday I'll remember that snowy Midwest fact.
I'm a rock n roll gal, an original California Valley Girl. Old enough that the very first concert I attended was in 19&%. (What... you can't read that year? Tuff.)
I also drank coffee back then, and it was the only bad habit I had, I was a good girl. Well... ok... I did like the boys......
My boyfriend in those days was a drummer. He used to put his headphones on so only he could hear the music, then make me sit and listen to him bang on his drumset. It left a bad impression on me, mostly because he was a jerk and I really didn't like him all that much.
I told my daughters they could never date a guy who played the drums on the dashboard of his car. The air drums as we call it.
And then it happened..... first one of my kids took percussion in school. Then another. Then another.
And now I'm surrounded by drum helll. But I like it.
We have snare drums and bells for school, we have Zildjian cymbals, wood blocks, and all sorts of musical stuff on stands by a deep red metallic drumset.
And cowbell. Yes it's true, there is a cowbell because well, you know, you always need more cowbell.
We have electric guitars, a Les Paul, and soon a custom handmade guitar from Guatemala. Guitars and coffee are both better from Guatemala.
There are a couple acoustic guitars, mics, amps, cords, banjo's, bongos and bass.
Piano, harmonica, mouth harp, and rain-stick. And more speakers than you can shake a rain-stick at.
Spoons, we have a set of spoons. Did you know spoons are a musical instrument?
We even have a didgeridoo.
Don't know what that is? Look it up.
Whose kids ask Santa for such weird stuff?
So really, it's no surprise then, that Little Rocker has the coolest dresser in the state right?
Anyway, so back to that first concert... it was Aerosmith, at the Forum in Los Angeles. Yup, contrary to what my kids think, I was young once and I thought I was cool. I wore my little white tank top with a couple of perky girls tucked inside, along with freshly tanned skin showing at the midriff - no muffin top then - and off I went with the beautiful people to see my first live concert.
In those days the Valley Girls didn't talk all stupid like that 80's movie, but we did hit the beach every chance we could to get as much bronzed skin as possible over winter.
If someone would of told me then I'd live in a state that has a 39 below zero windchill, so far from Malibu that I barely remember what hot sand feels like, well I'd of thought them nuts.
But here I am, freezing my once perky girls off. I must be the one who's nuts.
But I drink pretty cool hot coffee.
So what does all this rock and roll drumming and reminiscing stuff have to do with coffee?
Joey Kramer of Aerosmith has a coffee company.
Joey is the drummer in Aerosmith.
I drink Joey's coffee.
I have two drummers, a pianist, and one guitarist with a band.
And I'm cold because it's freaking below zero here.
The tag line is 'Music to your lips'. Drinking it doesn't make me sound good when I sing, but I do moan "mmmmmmm" when I have my morning cup.
I think my favorite of the three roasts is the one from Guatemala. Maybe. Definitely maybe.
I won't claim to be any kind of an expert on how coffee is roasted, how to pick beans, or what the real differences are in organic, and regular coffee.
But I do know what tastes good.
I've had plenty of the fancy coffees from coffee houses, and ordered way too many beans claiming to make the best cup of joe out there.
I wasn't sure a dude who plays drums for a living was gonna be capable of making a coffee I would like.
I mean come on, surely Mr. Kramer played dashboard drums once or twice right? The type boy I warned my daughters about? Well someone's daughter married him. Wonder if he uses his fingers as sticks on the dashboard of his RV?
One of my sons brings me plenty of coffee beans back directly from Guatemala. In fact, he's there now, so I'll probably be getting coffee for Christmas.
But this Rockin' & Roastin' stuff is good. The drummer dude wasn't lying. We have gone through 6 bags trying to decide which roast we like the best. Maybe #2 son will bring me back Rockin' & Roastin' this time? I can hope.
Joeys coffee is smooth.
No bitterness, it really is the best coffee we have ever brewed. It comes in ground or whole beans. I like to grind my own.
How do you drink yours?
I like mine with real cream and a few lumps of sugar. Mmmmmmmm......
And now, because sometimes it's just who 'ya know,
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