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Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Decemberfest... tra la la....

So, I've been working non-stop on all the Decemberfest stuffage we're doing for work. Basically, it's a big presentation of crafts that we set up in booths for 2 days so the kids can come in and oooh and aaah and we let them make a craft or two and they can get instructions on all the other stuff we've done as well.

*take a breath from that really long run-on sentence*

*dive right back into another one*

...And so we've got millions of kids milling around because our booth this year is "Candyland" and so all our crafts are made out of candy and the kids' eyes are literally bulging out of their head as they gaze over at us from their perch by the children's section which only has "How to make a pinata" and "Let's make poinsettia napkin rings" crafts going on and they're soooo not wanting to do that but their parents have their hands and they can't get free so they whine and whine and whine and then they finally arrive at our booth!

*inhale*

But their parents are stupid peanutheads and they just smile as their kids chubby little fingers grab hold of one of the Lifesavers trains with the inverted Hershey kiss as its whistle and start wrestling with it, trying to yank it out of its dried lump of hot glue.

*shriek!*

So I'm like, "Sweetie, you can't have that." and the mother is like *blank expression, smile plastered on her face, tripping on perhaps more than one prozac.* and the kid is like *yank! yank!* and I'm like, "Whoa there, pardner...!" and I finally had to snatch it out of his hand and he's like *squeal!* and I'm like, *ugh* and his mom is like *I like visiting the magical land of tie-dyed rainbows and glittery unicorns* and so I hand the kid a reindeer made out of peppermint sticks and let him glue the googly eyes on it and he's okay.

*making googly eyes*

So that was my day yesterday -- well that was the latter part of it at least. I had to go with my mom to her doctor appt because her doc moved an hour away and she loves him as her doc, so we followed him (is this stalking??)... but my car is on the fritz, so we had to take Bran's truck and OH MY GAWD I do soooo hate driving that monster. And to top it off, it rained all yesterday and we had an hour of country driving.... now, driving down the back country roads of Louisiana isn't GREAT during GOOD weather... so driving in the rain pretty much sucked big time. I dodged a murder of crows eating roadkill -- probably did this about 5 times there and back (those crows are sooooooo pissy too. They will NOT move!). A couple of buzzards were in there too, but they moved. The crows just shook their fat pointy beaks and me and squawked insults. I *DID* miss the roaming cow herd that had wandered onto the highway (back road highway, mind you) so that was a PLUS. Glad I saw them thru the blinding rain. Then, when we got to the doc's office, we had to wait 3 hrs... so I became obsessive about washing my hands. I don't want to get sick!! But still, I did feel my throat start to get a tad bit scratchy last night. *eeek!* But I had some of my homemade meatloaf, so I hope it scared away the sick bug there. My meatloaf is like a Pokemon.... Meatloaf, I choose you! Except I don't want to see what it morphs into once I've eaten it.. ewwwww....

Welp, I'm off to work now. The last day of Decemberfest is going on today and I gotta protect my chcolate. If you want to take a gander at some of the things I made, I stole them fair and square from the Hershey site. You can too ;) Here's the link:

(oh and BTW - it's Mocha cookies for the party! Danke!)

3 Comments:

Peanut said...

What do you mean, "peanutheads"?

4:22 PM  
Leslie said...

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4:24 PM  
Leslie said...

Ahhhh... well see, I said they were STUPID peanutheads. NOT the smart, web-savvy peanutheads that comment on my blog. :)

4:29 PM  

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