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On Christmas, our holiday feast with friends ended with the German custom of Bleigießen. Bleigießen, or lead pouring is an activity similar to reading tea leaves. Each of us heated up a ladle of lead and poured the molten lead into a bucket of cold water.
The shape is then interpreted, and it's meaning (there's a list of shapes and meanings here) predicts what the new year holds.
My first pour resulted in the formation of a hammer. The hammer supposedly means I'll get what I want this year. I'm cool with that.
Love,
Mark and the Primpers
Click here for more photographs of our Fantackytastic New Years!
Dates elude me. I never remember birthdays and anniversaries. My mom and Richard's anniversary always creeps up out of nowhere on this second of January (What, ANOTHER event? I'm pretty celebrated out) every year. I almost forgot again this year, except that this year celebrates a landmark anniversary.
Twenty years ago today, I was a flower girl in a very important wedding. The wedding of my mom, Bridget, to my stepfather, Richard.
I didn't appreciate the gesture at the time, but I too received a gold wedding ring. Actually, maybe I did because I remember getting choked up as it was slid on my finger. Or maybe I was just embarrassed to be in front of all those people in the church.
One thing I can be very sure of is that it's been twenty years! Holy smoke time flies when you're mad, glad and involved with family.
Here's to another twenty!
Love you guys.
I found a more recent family picture! This one is only two or three years old.
