Oh, please tell me that I’m not the only one who knows where the title of this post comes from.  When I started this Thursday Thirteen, the words came to my mind in a flash.  I’m not sure what that says about me, other than I’m old-ish, perhaps a little square, or maybe just bit nostalgic.  Or could be because I have a husband who is a big fan of the show that featured this song in an episode.  As a result, this and other choice songs have been relentlessly pounded into my head for 15 straight years with no sign of stopping.  The agony.

Let’s move on.  As some of you might know, I have a mild obsession with junk collectibles.  And if you’re so inclined, you can read about some of my collections here, here, and here.  If you’re so inclined.  And if you have a spare bottle of wine to wash it all down with.   

So in keeping with tradition, I’ve delegated today’s Thursday Thirteen to showcase my vintage tin can collection that perches on top of my kitchen cabinets.  Maybe showcase is too strong of a word.  It’s far from a Ming Dynasty vase collection.  Hell, it’s far from a dimestore vase collection.  These are tin cans, people!  Am I yelling?  I don’t mean to yell.

Without further ado, here is my showcase.  Of tin.

1.  I believe that chips in a large can were (maybe are?) a northern U.S. kind of thing.  Someone please fill Lulu in.

2.  I’ve never heard of this brand–Homfresh.  I tried doing a Google search, but no luck.  Anyone ever heard of these chips?  The tin is pretty old.

3.  More chips in a can.  Not familiar with this brand either…

4.  This Red Star baking powder can started my entire collection.  I’m assuming this is restaurant size, because I’ve used the same, tiny red can of baking powder for years now and have hardly made a dent.  That reminds me, does baking powder expire?  Ew.

5.  I can eat an entire mountain of Cracker Jacks.  No, really!

6.  I seriously love the fact that you could once buy marshmallows in a can.

7.  Wheat Thins, kind of like a cracker, but more like a snack…

8.  Along with Ginger Ale, the savior of all hang-overs, morning sickness, and the stomach flu…

9.  I love to eat Ritz crackers slathered with cream cheese and jelly.  On a daily basis.

10.  Milk-Bone® is celebrating their 100th anniversary this year…

11.  Mmm…candies.

12.  This tin is not vintage, but the colors really matched my kitchen.

13.  This one is not a tin, but it sits on top of my cabinets alongside the others.  This was my grandmother’s sifter…

There you have it.  Lulu’s Showcase of Tins.

IMPORTANT SUCKY NOTE:  After I labored over and wrote this post, I found out that the Thursday Thirteen meme no longer exists.  Serves me right for staying out of the blogging loop for so long… 

Hi.  My name is Lulu.  I live on the second floor.  I used to be a blogger.  And I used to have a healthy following of other bloggers.  And friends.  And maybe a splattering of family.  But I somehow lost my way in the blogging world and decided to give it a rest for a while.  I gave no advance notice or letter of resignation.  I just…quit.  But did anyone actually ASK about Lulu?  Was anyone actually concerned that Lulu stopped writing and could have very well fallen off the face of the earth or have been trapped in her home with her slobbering basset hound and neurotic husband and Jack Russell terrier.  Oh, heavens forbid, no!  (I just love berating my non-existent readers.)

Well, that’s fine.  Lulu is not one to get her feelings hurt very easily.  In fact, Lulu is tough as nails, and has decided to reenter the blogging world because I decided that I was totally missing something in my life…and I decided that that something was writing about the inane things that go on in my life.  Plus, I believe that I’ve got early on-set of Alzheimer’s and unless I record the things that I do and my feelings, I will completely forget who I was, or am, or whatever.

Anyhow, if you care, Lulu is back.  That’s a promise, not a warning, people.

Because I actually decided to drag the Christmas tree up from the basement this year and decorate it, I thought that it would be best to document the fruit of my labor.  Goodness knows if the tree will go up again next year.  Or ever.  Lulu is just unstable unpredictable that way.

Anyhow, I should have posted this for my Thursday Thirteen last week, but I didn’t really think about it until I read Blondie’s post about her ornaments.  Blondie is a flight attendant, so she’s got some pretty cool destination bobbles hanging from her tree.  And I’ve got a similar type of theme going for mine…I try to bring back an ornament from the places where I travel.

So, in no particular order, Lulu presents her tree…

King Henry VIII, Anne Boleyn (with her head intact), and their daughter, Elizabeth I.  I brought these back from my first trip to London in 2005…

 Aruba is a Dutch country, hence the Dutch-blue color…

Unfortunately, my globe from Paris broke enroute on the plane home, but I tried to salvage as much as I could…

A pineapple from Maui…mmm…

A paper Hawaiian girl from Kauai…

A souvenir from The Sound of Music Tour in Austria…

A decorated palm tree from Charleston, South Carolina…

A wooden ornament from the beautiful Chapel of the Holy Cross in Sedona, Arizona…

A Navajo-inspired ornament from Albuquerque, New Mexico (this one belonged to GR’s sister who passed away in 2001)…

A beer hall waiter from Germany…Prost!

A wooden ornament with a scene from Lake Konigssee, Germany…

A painted sand dollar from Clearwater Beach, Florida.  I bought this in 1994—the year my mother moved to the area.

And finally, I tried to hang Gus from the tree, but this is as close as I got.  The hook was a little too thin to hold him up…

Oh, my poor neglected blog.  I’ve been so busy lately, that blogging has been pushed way down on my list of priorities.  In fact, I have so many events coming up over the next few weeks, that I vow to do only one post a week until after the holidays.

And speaking of the holidays, I have to admit that this year my heart has grown three sizes, and I’m actually enjoying the holiday season!  However, I find it nearly impossible to get through Christmas without being just a tiny bit Grinchy, so I must convey my yearly gift-exchange rant.  Lulu likes to put a damper on all the fun.  I promise to do it quickly and move on.  Scroll down if you can’t bear to read it.

<Begin rant> 

GR and I made the decision this year that the gift-exchanging between our families at Christmas had to stop.  To me, I see exchanging gifts as merely an exchange of money.  I spend $50 on you, you spend $50 on me.  I have a very difficult time in seeing the point of it all.  I am by no means a stingy person, but it makes me wonder if going into debt to buy gifts for people really has anything to do with what Christmas is all about.  I think not.

However, Lulu has rules.  And exceptions.  For instance, I do make exceptions for token gifts, such as chocolates or small lotions, soaps, hand-towels, and other whatnots.  Handmade items and homemade goodies are also especially nice and treasured.  I also make exceptions for buying gifts for my son and 10-year old niece.  I also have a rule to not exchange presents with GR; except for that rule was obviously thrown out the window by GR, because I see several gifts under the tree with my name on them.  I guess I won’t complain. 

<End rant>

Anyhow, because I do not have to suffer through the stress of spending my life-savings this year on Christmas gifts, Lulu is feeling so much more Christmas-sy!  In fact, I actually put up and decorated my tree this year, and I made Christmas cookies…all while listening to Christmas music!  Someone fan me, quick!  I might have to lie down.

Earlier this week, my friend, T-Nut, and her little Bella-girl came over, and we had a grand time sprinkling my kitchen floor with red- and green-colored sugar.

We made a mountain of sugar cookies:

We made thumbprint cookies filled with the one, single jar of German currant jelly that actually made it through customs:

And we made delicious pretzel/Rolo/pecan thingies:

Next week, I’m embarking on baking these gingerbread loaves topped with a lemon-flavored icing, pecans, and crystallized ginger to give away as gifts to my special peeps (recipe from Better Homes and Gardens):

Mmm…gingerbread.  Reminds me of Germany.

I hope that you all have a very Merry Christmas!  I’ll be back next Friday with Pink Pig tales (or tails, as it may be) and other delightful holiday stories!  Happy Holidays!  Try not to miss me too much.  As if…