A visit with my Twitter Friend from Wales

My Elf on the Shelf is holding the gift of chocolate I received from Angela, my Twitter Friend from Wales. I received Great British Spotted Dick Pudding Bars and Great British Treacle Tart Pudding Bars

My Elf on the Shelf is holding the gift of chocolate I received from Angela, my Twitter Friend from Wales. I received Great British Spotted Dick Pudding Bars and Great British Treacle Tart Pudding Bars.

Over the years that I have been on Twitter I have had the opportunity to meet some of my Twitter friends who live in different parts of the world. Meeting my followers  who live in Canada has not been all that difficult, but for those who live hundreds or thousands of kilometres away, well you can only wish that one day you will meet. Last spring when my husband and I went to Jamaica we were able to meet with my Twitter friend Emma and her husband.  This coming summer, I will be hosting my Twitter friend Suzanne for three weeks, who is originally from England but for the last few years has lived in South Africa, and is now moving to Dubai with her husband (we also have been writing letters to each other for a few years).

Yesterday though, I had the opportunity to have lunch with Angela from Wales (Angela is over visiting family that just happen to live in the same city as I). Chatting through Twitter, we arranged to meet at a local restaurant for coffee. This is when my children give me the one-two for meeting strangers over the Internet (Note I do not recommend the meeting of strangers over the internet, if you do, always, always tell someone where you are going, at what time, when you will arrive home, and have the meeting in a public place)

Well chatting away about our families, I found out that I also follow her daughter on Twitter, who is also quite pleasant to chat with. During our visit, Angela presented me with two gifts, first a lovely apron, designed and sewn by a friend of hers (her friend sells the aprons on Etsy but at the writing of this post I am unable to remember her name). She also gave me two different types of chocolate bars, the one having the most funny name of “Spotted Dick” , it is delicious. Feeling absolutely horrid that I did not bring anything for her, the lattes and lunch were my treat. (I know Angela had no intention whatsoever of making me feel bad, but being Canadian, well I did feel awful).

Here I am, with our two dogs Cocoa and Bear,  holding the chocolate bars and wearing my new Apron.

Here I am, with our two dogs Cocoa and Bear, holding the chocolate bars and wearing my new Apron.

Sadly I was not able to spend more time with Angela but it was just lovely meeting her, and I certainly hope we can continue to chat on Twitter, and maybe one day I will be able to make it to Wales.

Angela and I

Angela and I.

 

 

The annual Christmas tree hunt – you’ve been voted off the island

For the past nine years or so we have been going to our local Christmas tree farm in order to chop down a tree to grace our living room (we are not in agreement for the actual number of times we have cut a tree down). Over the years we have had trees of various heights and widths, but this year we seemed to have outdone ourselves with the height of the tree. The blue tag on the tree told us it was over 8 feet tall. The other members of the family were not thrilled that I wanted such a large tree, well actually just my husband and son, since they were the ones left with the responsibility of cutting the tree down, carrying it to be tied up, and then paid for. I wanted such a tall tree, so hubby could cut off approximately two feet, in order for me to be creative and make a couple of wreaths for our front and side doors.

Well walking towards the area where we would eventually find a tree, there are a number of places you can take silly pictures (silly only because we are all adults).

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After the snapshot of us being snowman, middle child sent the picture to her sister, with the caption “you have been voted off the island”.  The eldest was the brunt of many jokes during our Christmas tree hunting, and was blamed for our past difficulties with picking a tree, especially since we agreed in record time this year.

There were not a lot of trees left on the farm, making it necessary for us to walk quite a long way. The main rule for choosing a tree is we all must be in agreement. Trying to have five individuals agree on the right tree is not an easy task, though this year, there were only the four of us, since the eldest moved out (she had taken her boyfriend to the same Christmas tree farm a week earlier).

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After choosing our tree, and placing it in the van (yes it did fit, though the stump was beside me in the front seat), we headed over to their Christmas store so we could each buy ourselves a gift. Hubby chose a bird for his Christmas bird collection, the young man a fire truck ornament, I, a snowman, and middle child picked a lovely plate I had been admiring. When we arrived home, she gave me the Christmas plate.

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Hubby’s new addition is the bird hanging from the Blue Jay. The Cardinal which he purchased last year, chirps when you walk by, driving all of us crazy, except of course my husband. Surprisingly the chirping doesn’t even faze the dogs.

Last is a picture of the Christmas wreath, which is a work in progress (please excuse the mess in the basement). It too may be a tad large!

 

Attempting to make a Christmas wreath.

Attempting to make a Christmas wreath.

The finished Christmas wreath.

The finished Christmas wreath on our side gate.

The return of the young man

Early yesterday morning,  the young man started his return home for Christmas break. The trip requires a lot of patience and travelling. His day begins with a cab ride to the bus station, then a two-hour bus ride from Sherbrooke, Quebec to Montreal. In Montreal he catches the subway to the train station (Mom forked out the money for the express train). The train ride from Montreal to Toronto takes approximately five and a half hours. Once in Toronto, he catches another train, which will take him to Aldershot, where he will be picked up by his father. The entire trip takes approximately nine hours, so he is quite the tired camper when he arrives home.

When he started his trip yesterday, I sent him a text message, this was how our conversation went:

Mom: Have a safe trip today.

The young man: Pretty sure the bus is going to crash.

Mom: Why of why do you say these things to me?

The young man: I can’t even see my hand in front of my face, it’s so white out and I’m in the bus.

Mom: Are you serious or are you just freaking me out.

The young man: Oh, it’s my turn to drive now, can’t talk. The driver lost his arm to a wild boar, so we’ve been rotating.

Mom: Geez. Love you. I’m off to the market now.

The young man: Don’t forget to actually buy, and bring food home.

Mom: I’ve bought milk, one is defrosting, plus cereal, and chewy bars. Now I just need Brussel sprouts to go with the ribs.

The young man: NO! My first meal home is not going to be Brussel sprouts. I refuse. Buy good food. Broccoli.

Mom: Wide grin.

The young man: Cauliflower. Beans. Potatoes.

Mom: Squash.

The young man: No, ew. Didn’t you get the memo? Contrary to popular belief, everything isn’t about you. You have a child (which you seemingly forgot about) who wants to eat. You have to cater to everybody. Surprise.

Mom: I have to make your sister happy too.

The young man: She doesn’t like food. It’s pointless.

Mom: She likes veggies. Gotta go bye. How is your window seat I bought for you?

The young man: Could be better.

Mom: How?

The young man: It’s fine.

Mom: Okay, enjoy. Text me when you get into Toronto. Your dad is picking you up in Aldershot right?

The young man: Yes. I don’t suppose the GoTrain station is where the GO buses are, right?

Mom: No. They are in union, down 2 floors. I think.

The young man: Score. So I don’t have to walk anywhere?

Mom: Not really, it is under construction, and a mess.

The young man: Yeah, its been under construction since I’ve been born so I’m used to it. (Mom: Not true)

Mom: Whereabouts are you, besides on a train?

The young man: Golly you know me so well.

Mom: Yep.

The young man: Passing some trees.

Mom: Ass

The young man: I need a landmark.

Mom: I was thinking towns, cities, but it might be to fast for you (referring to the speed of the train).

The young man: We haven’t passed a road lately, so no idea. I’m in this really big forest area, though. I bet if you Google map it from space, you could see it, it’s that big. It’ll be a big green blob.

Mom: Your sister says for you to turn on location on your phone, then Google map yourself.

The young man: Oh I know, but where’s the fun? Look. I describe landmarks and you guess. I spy with my little eye a big field. Probably a farm.

Mom: That will never work, I can’t guess who sings a song so why would I be able to figure that out.

The young man: PING. Whoops

Mom: Why are you pinging me?

The young man: ahem note the “whoops”

Mom: Sticks tongue out.