All Dressed Up

Our Christmas was quiet. Almost a whisper, actually. But, it was nice. On Sunday night, we went to Christmas Eve service at my dad’s church. We haven’t been to church since Easter. I know I know… a pastor’s daughter who doesn’t go to church. It’s a cry’n shame, ain’t it? We used to go almost every single Sunday, but when my mom died, I couldn’t do it anymore. I would just sit and stare at her empty “spot” in the pew and cry. So, we stopped going except for the big holidays. Although, I want us to start going again when the baby’s born. It’s important to me that she’s raised in the church.

Back to Christmas Eve service; it was very nice to see everyone again and to be fawned over. My belly was patted and rubbed, I was called “momma” and Gerald and I were asked how we were holding up about a million times. It was great.

Christmas morning, Gerald made us a delicious breakfast, but halfway through, I started to not feel well. I got terrible pains in my abdomen that I couldn’t identify. So, instead of going to Christmas Day service, I went back to bed. An hour and a half later, I was ok. We got ready and headed to my dad’s. There were a couple of presents to open and then we had dinner. God bless my dad’s pointed little head….. he messed up the potatoes something fierce! He decided to leave them in the oven while he was at church. So our baked potatoes were, well, REALLY BAKED. I didn’t know it was possible to scorch the inside of a potato. And then there was my pie. Gerald wanted a pecan pie for dessert and I had never made one before, so he repeatedly suggested that I call his mom and get her recipe. Granted, her pecan pie is outstanding…. but I wanted to make my own pie. Not try to copy his mom’s. Pride goeth before the fall and all that. I got a recipe from the food network for “Mystery Pecan Pie.” It looked good. Kind of like a cheesecake and a pecan pie all in one. Well, let me just tell you that it does not work. No, not even a little bit. Gerald and my dad ate a couple of pieces each, but I’m pretty sure it was just to make me feel better. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t Horrible Awful Pie. It just wasn’t pecan pie. Next year, I’m totally letting my mother-in-law make the pies. I’ll be in charge of gravy or rolls or something.

We went to see Night at the Museum after dinner. It was really cute. I don’t know why it’s getting such bad reviews. We all laughed out loud and really enjoyed it. See it, if you have an extra $10 lying around.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. New Year’s Eve is coming next. What are your plans?

Filed under: uncategorized on December 26th, 2006