Tonight I made a big batch of milk chocolate mousse for Saturday’s family christmas gathering. Either tomorrow night or Saturday morning I’ll also be making a batch of shortbread. As well as bringing along some famous Serendipity ice cream Christmas Puddings.

This is possibly the first time I’ve baked for anyone other than me or Jarod. Which hopefully means there will be no leftovers.

Anyway. I hope you all enjoy your public holidays and/or Christmas, whichever you celebrate. Train doesn’t celebrate either – her holidays happen in 8 – 10 hour blocks while we’re at work… so most of the year, really.

But for some reason today we made christmas stockings. Probably to keep us entertained because we went over our internet cap and are now shaped to, like, quarter of a kitten a minute. And it’s really painful.

Anyway, here are the stockings – one for me, one for Jarod, one for Train. See if you can figure out which one is which:

Would you like a bigger PDF or JPG version? Click on the appropriate word to download.

I am not associated with the Cat Protection Society except for that I like them. The above design is not one of theirs, I just got bored.

From Smudge the Dog no less!!

Looking for last minute present ideas? Make a homeless kitty happy.

And the new Wordpress interface is so shiny and nice, too.

But, I digress. Here are our excuses for not so much posting:

+ Jarod is playing GTA4 in his spare time. (i.e. lots)
+ Liz has been watching Jarod playing GTA4 in her spare time, and occasionally gets to steal big trucks and run over things.
+ Both of us are ridiculously tired and run down
+ Liz isn’t sleeping properly, and when she doesn’t sleep, she doesn’t make sense, and thus should avoid talking on the internet
+ Liz’s sister is coming to stay, um, tomorrow.
+ Christmas is next week.

Make of them what you will.

I don’t really like Christmas. I’ve never been one of those lucky people (*cough*Jarod*cough*) who gets time off because their work closes down. I’ve always had to work through the Christmas ‘break’, and sometimes even on Christmas Day.

When I was a kid, there was never the belief in Santa. My parents told us that he wasn’t real, and the focus of the day was because that kid named Jesus was born. Once I baked him a birthday cake. And then ate lots of it. (I was little, and needed an excuse for cake). We still got presents, but there was never that excitement that everyone seemed to have as a kid at the thought of a fat man with weird animals breaking into your home while you were sleeping.

I’m not a good present giver.  I prefer to give useful presents, but can never do so because most people have all the ‘useful’ presents they need. I’m also not a good present receiver either. I don’t like surprises, or being the centre of attention, so it’s not that fun when I’m opening a present and everyone around me is watching to see what’s inside. Especially when I have to look pleased no matter what it is. Although I’ve reached the age where apparently I’m good at pretending I like stuff.

That’s not to say if you’ve given me a present that I hate it, it’s more that I have no space for stuff in our tiny apartment and would much prefer that you donate some money to the Cat Protection Society, or maybe my bank account or something. (Jokes! Not about the Cat Protection Society bit though).

And then there’s the whole religious thing attached to the holiday (see my Jesus note above). Although brought up a fairly strict Pentecostal/Christian, I’d consider myself atheist these days. I’ve found there’s a lot of stupidity and naivety in the church… especially among the youth. I was once told by a Pastor’s son that when Jesus came back to earth, that he would give everyone a chance to repent. Which meant, it didn’t matter what you did on earth, as long as when the Big Day came, that you said you were sorry. He then went on to impregnate one of the sixteen year old youth leaders. I’m not sure whether that was meant to prove his point or not.

Regardless of how much I dislike the Church (as a whole, I don’t care what denomination you are, you’re all as bad as each other), I still have a hard time believing that there’s some invisible being up there that actually cares about everyone.

I just finished reading a book called Calculating God. It’s one of Jarod’s that he’s been wanting me to read for ages, ever since he successfully got me to read God’s Debris. I should mention at this point that if you ever suggest that I should read/see/hear/eat something because I’d find it interesting/pretty/good sounding/tasty I will avoid it. I like to find things on my own, even if it does mean I miss out on reading/seeing/hearing/eating awesome things that I would probably like. Jarod knows this, but still tries. Really hard. And some times I give in.  But not often.

But anyway. I’m not going to get into God’s Debris as that’s another topic all together, but Calculating God is based around the theory that there is scientific proof that there is a God. But not a God in a religious kind of way. You would not pray to him, or worship him. He is imperfect, and he is just a designer. He is there to design, and design alone. And, seeing as my mind is programmed to automatically accept the existence of a God, intelligent design I could believe. Maybe. But it’s about as proven as evolution or christianity, so it’s hardly something rock solid.

And no, just because I’m an athiest doesn’t mean I believe in evolution. To be honest, I don’t really care how we all came to be in the beginning. I might sound a bit stupid when I say this, but:  It doesn’t really affect me. All anyone can do is merely speculate, so until someone travels back in time and proves without a shadow of a doubt… I’m not really interested. Sorry.

The book’s ending was quite shit, really. But the arguements proposed in the book were really interesting.

And this, ladies and gentlemen (if you’ve reached the end) is why I don’t blog when I am sleep deprived.

A badly thought out and written discussion with myself on how I dislike Christmas, which turned into something about how I don’t believe in God, which  didn’t really end all that well because I’m excited at the thought that I think I might be able to fall asleep.

Sweet dreams, internets.

Back to the safety of Flickr, then.