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Merry Christmas!

It is finally Christmas Eve. Amen. I feel like I have been working for far too many days in preparation. I am thinking I should have resorted to my procrastination ways as I am pretty good under pressure. Regardless, I have alot to do. We are making the traditional Norwegian meatballs (edited for Lisa & a tradition begun by my Grandmother & continued by my Mom), gravy, mashed potatoes meal tonight, followed by church and of course, opening presents. Tomorrow we are entertaining 15 of our friends and their families for a Christmas dinner and game/craft night. It should be fun, but I am guessing a bit stressful. We are hoping this will be a great Christmas even though we are thousands of miles away from our families. We love you! Have a Merry Christmas!

I think I first saw this or read this two years ago when Chris was in Iraq. It is a great reminder.


Now for something fun and uplifting. This going round and round the bloggosphere. Gotta love Jack Black.
 

We still haven't sent our holiday cards. I've been too busy making other people's cards to worry about my own. I guess that is good, but kind of frustrating. Hopefully I'll put together a New Year's card next week. Again, Merry Christmas! May you all remember the reason for the season, cherish your loved ones, and forgive all.

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Anonymous said…
Swedish meatballs? I thought they were Norwegian! Merry Christmas! We will be missing you all this year! Can't wait until summer!
Love,
Lisa
Kara said…
I think to the rest of the world they are Swedish, but to us Norwegians, they are plain old deliciousness (although I've never made them on my own, so who knows). I miss you guys too. I was just thinking, as I was browning the meatballs about how last year I was searching for matching footed jammies for my clan to get a laugh from all of you as we came down the stairs. so funny. Apples to apples won't be the same, but we will have lots of meat, so maybe it will be close!!

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