In no particular order, this is a list I made on Friday of all of the things that I need to do before Christmas, or more properly, before my mom gets here ...
- clean the bathroom
- scrub the kitchen floor
- clean the oven
- finish (AND PUT AWAY) all of the laundry
- finish putting up the Christmas decorations
- finish Christmas shopping
- finish the cross-stitch that I 'gave' her for her birthday
- teach the dog to stop barking at *everything*
- buy cat food
- take back the two presents that I bought, not knowing that the gift recipient already had the item in question
- finish sorting out the gift for people at work
- bake something for the treat exchange at work
In no particular order, here's what I accomplished this weekend ...
- checked Facebook about a million times
- answered my work phone about two million times
- watched a ridiculous amount of cheesy television
- waded through a million feet of snow to take Hadley out, who was potentially even less excited about the snow than I was
- spent several hours trolling Realtor.com looking at houses (yay!)
- after buying groceries on Friday evening, managed to cook absolutely nothing except toast.
(Um, that's right ... in case you were keeping track, I did nothing from the list. Absolutely nothing, except for the one load of laundry that's currently in the washer. I did buy dog food, but neglected to buy cat food.)
I'm not feeling very Christmassy, and I'm hoping that's going to improve, but still ... it's just not happening so far.
However, I do have a Christmas tree, and it's a very pretty one (which I swear I'm going to put ornaments on. Tomorrow.), replete with lights and a lovely tree skirt. Before the lights, though, the cat had a good time checking it out.
Regular people make rice crispy bars for their family. Mildly crazy people make rice crispy bars for staff at 11 group homes, on three separate shifts ... and a couple extra pans for the admin buildings -- 36 batches in total, in case you were counting. Since this was such a wacky way to spend a Sunday, I've chronicled the experience ... just in case you thought you needed a rice crispy bar fix.
First, the shopping experience ...
I'd been warned that the supermarket might not take kindly to
my photographic exploits, so I was totally slick with my phone. No one cared.
For the record, my shopping cart does not typically have that many bags of marshmallows in it ...
The goods. At home. It looks dramatic -- 'cause it was.
Just so you have a reference of the exact height of the pile o' cereal, Mousse thought he'd help ...
Yeah. It's still a lot of cereal.
Okay, okay -- on to the fun part. When regular people make rice crispy bars, these are the necessary ingredients: