It was a sad morning in cookie land. This post was supposed to be about how to make sugar cookie frosting. But instead it is going to be a memorial.
I have a lot on my mind. I did a lot of baking this week in hopes of having it be a generous gift to the people I work with, some of whom have to work on Christmas. I want to get my gifts done and wrapped before I head to Vermont. I want to get things cleaned up around the condo so that when we come back after a week it's not stressfully messy. I want to have an amazing Christmas dinner with Hubby tonight and share our gifts, even though mine for him are few this year. I want to be peaceful and remember the true reason for the Christmas season. Like I said, I have a lot on my mind.
I get to my car and set the Pyrex container on the top of the car and the gym bag on the floor. I open the door and put the pie safely on the floor so it stays level. The other bags and my purse go on the seat. I grab the gym bag and tuck it nicely in next to the pie. I get into my car and close the door. I open the door to check the floor and make sure nothing fell out. I close the door, start the car, and drive away.
I get like a mile down the road and hear a horrible THUD, as if something hit the back of my car. I check my mirrors and don't see any cars swerving or close to me. I remember there is a cardboard box in my trunk and pray that was all it was. It was a loud thump though, so I should have known better, but I couldn't imagine what else it could be.
I get closer to where I work, far from the spot where the THUD occurred, and look in my passenger seat, kind of checking to see if I have everything. And then it dawns on me. The cookies! My poor sugar cookies! Not to mention my fabulous 9x13 Pyrex container with snap-on lid! They were tragically thrown from the top of my car, where I forgot they were because of my busy mind and full hands, to lay to rest on the side of the road.
This is a tragically hilarious way to start my day. I've cried about it, I've laughed about it. I almost tear up every time I think about my beautiful cookies. I'm tired from staying up late making cookies (HA!) and getting things ready for the holidays. I've got a lot on my mind. I'm excited to get to Vermont. There is too much going on and I just need to chill. Which is what I plan to do tonight with my Hubby. We'll make dinner, eat it at our beautiful Christmas table, open gifts, and watch the Mason Patriots whup Radford's butt on TV.
I hope that you've enjoyed hearing about my morning plight. I will try my best to move forward. I've got other goodies to share, including an apple pie I made last night so the apples wouldn't be waiting and rotting while we're gone. Wow, I really have been a busy baker!
Happy Friday! Just 6 days until Christmas! And tomorrow I get to go home to my Mommy and see all my family and friends in VT! Thank you Lord.
P.S. I just read my Aunt's blog and I thank her for the reminder that others have way more struggle this time of year than just losing some cookies off the top of their car. I am constantly thinking about those that go without, trying desperately to always be thankful for the things I have, because at least I have. I wish I could do more to help, but I am glad to at least have prayer and well wishes for those who struggle, especially at Christmas time. I hope you all will think about them too.
I have a lot on my mind. I did a lot of baking this week in hopes of having it be a generous gift to the people I work with, some of whom have to work on Christmas. I want to get my gifts done and wrapped before I head to Vermont. I want to get things cleaned up around the condo so that when we come back after a week it's not stressfully messy. I want to have an amazing Christmas dinner with Hubby tonight and share our gifts, even though mine for him are few this year. I want to be peaceful and remember the true reason for the Christmas season. Like I said, I have a lot on my mind.
So this morning when I went to my car, my hands were full: one bag with two containers of sugar roasted nuts and a container of peppermint bark, one bag with Christmas cards and paper plates, one bag with an applie pie in it, one gym bag, one full purse, and in the other hand a 9x13 Pyrex container filled with beautiful sugar cookies.
I get to my car and set the Pyrex container on the top of the car and the gym bag on the floor. I open the door and put the pie safely on the floor so it stays level. The other bags and my purse go on the seat. I grab the gym bag and tuck it nicely in next to the pie. I get into my car and close the door. I open the door to check the floor and make sure nothing fell out. I close the door, start the car, and drive away.
I get like a mile down the road and hear a horrible THUD, as if something hit the back of my car. I check my mirrors and don't see any cars swerving or close to me. I remember there is a cardboard box in my trunk and pray that was all it was. It was a loud thump though, so I should have known better, but I couldn't imagine what else it could be.
I get closer to where I work, far from the spot where the THUD occurred, and look in my passenger seat, kind of checking to see if I have everything. And then it dawns on me. The cookies! My poor sugar cookies! Not to mention my fabulous 9x13 Pyrex container with snap-on lid! They were tragically thrown from the top of my car, where I forgot they were because of my busy mind and full hands, to lay to rest on the side of the road.
This is a tragically hilarious way to start my day. I've cried about it, I've laughed about it. I almost tear up every time I think about my beautiful cookies. I'm tired from staying up late making cookies (HA!) and getting things ready for the holidays. I've got a lot on my mind. I'm excited to get to Vermont. There is too much going on and I just need to chill. Which is what I plan to do tonight with my Hubby. We'll make dinner, eat it at our beautiful Christmas table, open gifts, and watch the Mason Patriots whup Radford's butt on TV.
I hope that you've enjoyed hearing about my morning plight. I will try my best to move forward. I've got other goodies to share, including an apple pie I made last night so the apples wouldn't be waiting and rotting while we're gone. Wow, I really have been a busy baker!
Happy Friday! Just 6 days until Christmas! And tomorrow I get to go home to my Mommy and see all my family and friends in VT! Thank you Lord.
P.S. I just read my Aunt's blog and I thank her for the reminder that others have way more struggle this time of year than just losing some cookies off the top of their car. I am constantly thinking about those that go without, trying desperately to always be thankful for the things I have, because at least I have. I wish I could do more to help, but I am glad to at least have prayer and well wishes for those who struggle, especially at Christmas time. I hope you all will think about them too.
1 comment:
Well, in my off humor sort of way...
Maybe you did help. Someone might find your cookies and be thankful to wipe off the dirt and broken glass and munch on those fabulous cookies! Well, let's hope that there is not too much glass. :)
Really, Christie, I cannot imagine what I would do if that happened to me. I think I would be devestated. The thing is you have a talent in baking for others. That is something that many folks do not have. Never forget taht Christmas is not about the tons of gifts, it is about giving fromt he heart.
Believe me, I am thankful that Grandpa Joe likes my Christmas cookies. It is his gift each year. The gift of your time with family, that is goning to be priceless!
Love you, Auntie Cindy :)
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