Deck the Halls
Where does the freaking time go? I had a weekend of practically doing nothing and figured I'd write four to five incredible funny or meaningful posts and what happens... nada.
Thanksgiving was a blast. Two moms, two dads and a kid all got together, watched football (the moms) and Broadway performances (the dads) and ate a shit load of carbs. Honestly, I ate enough to feed a family of seven...or Sally Struthers; both rank as pretty good comparisons in my book. Corey wanted the standard Pilgrim food: ravoili.
By Friday at 1 PM, the OCD kicked and I had the house decorated for Christmas in less than 90 minutes. It's almost frightening how auto-pilot kicks in and then next thing you know you're in a Macy's display. Larry decided we should hang outdoor lights this year. We have a huge box of Christmas lights that his Jewish friend had. Her boyfriend (at the time) celebrated Christmas, so he insisted on the lights. She dumped him but oddly kept the lights, so we inherited them the following year.
The biggest problem is that our house was built in 1929. Outdoor sockets weren't really common in those times. A few years, we added a single outdoor outlet along the side of the house. So now four snowflakes light-sets are rigged up with two extension cords, nine nails and a dozen twist ties. It's beautiful in the dark...not so much in the morning.
Oh, did I mention that we have no on-off switch for the outside socket? We have to go outside at 11 each night and manually unplug the lights. Honestly, I don't care how bright they are, I think we're going to start leaving them on all night.
We received our first Christmas card yesterday...November 27th. Seriously, they had to mail this thing on Friday. Come on, people. (Jill, shush up because mine at least waited until Dec 1 to arrive.)
I've totally decided to cut back on my cards this year. Again, OCD at work, but I would create these one-act plays in which the three of us would 'describe' what occurred that year in a dramatic theater-like atmosphere. If there were any doubts on my sexuality, they certainly were answered with the holiday card.
Anywho, after three years, the playwright is retiring. What can say in a letter that hasn't already been said here?And frankly, if they're not reading me here, do they deserve a card? I think not. This year, will be a simple 1-2 paragraph note celebrating my departure from Imagine and then highlighting some other personal accomplishments (ahem, like my blogwriting). Larry and Corey will be mentioned somewhere, if not certainly by the signatures.
A few out-of-towners will get photos of the kid to see how much he eats now. And most relatives will get an altered letter leaving out the blog. (There's too much good shit about them to use so I don't want to make the reunions anymore awkward than they already are.)
Larry asked the other day when I was going to begin this year's mini-letter. I explained to him that I hadn't done a blog entry in five days and that must come first.
Priorities, you know.
Thanksgiving was a blast. Two moms, two dads and a kid all got together, watched football (the moms) and Broadway performances (the dads) and ate a shit load of carbs. Honestly, I ate enough to feed a family of seven...or Sally Struthers; both rank as pretty good comparisons in my book. Corey wanted the standard Pilgrim food: ravoili.
By Friday at 1 PM, the OCD kicked and I had the house decorated for Christmas in less than 90 minutes. It's almost frightening how auto-pilot kicks in and then next thing you know you're in a Macy's display. Larry decided we should hang outdoor lights this year. We have a huge box of Christmas lights that his Jewish friend had. Her boyfriend (at the time) celebrated Christmas, so he insisted on the lights. She dumped him but oddly kept the lights, so we inherited them the following year.
The biggest problem is that our house was built in 1929. Outdoor sockets weren't really common in those times. A few years, we added a single outdoor outlet along the side of the house. So now four snowflakes light-sets are rigged up with two extension cords, nine nails and a dozen twist ties. It's beautiful in the dark...not so much in the morning.Oh, did I mention that we have no on-off switch for the outside socket? We have to go outside at 11 each night and manually unplug the lights. Honestly, I don't care how bright they are, I think we're going to start leaving them on all night.
We received our first Christmas card yesterday...November 27th. Seriously, they had to mail this thing on Friday. Come on, people. (Jill, shush up because mine at least waited until Dec 1 to arrive.)
I've totally decided to cut back on my cards this year. Again, OCD at work, but I would create these one-act plays in which the three of us would 'describe' what occurred that year in a dramatic theater-like atmosphere. If there were any doubts on my sexuality, they certainly were answered with the holiday card.
Anywho, after three years, the playwright is retiring. What can say in a letter that hasn't already been said here?And frankly, if they're not reading me here, do they deserve a card? I think not. This year, will be a simple 1-2 paragraph note celebrating my departure from Imagine and then highlighting some other personal accomplishments (ahem, like my blogwriting). Larry and Corey will be mentioned somewhere, if not certainly by the signatures.
A few out-of-towners will get photos of the kid to see how much he eats now. And most relatives will get an altered letter leaving out the blog. (There's too much good shit about them to use so I don't want to make the reunions anymore awkward than they already are.)
Larry asked the other day when I was going to begin this year's mini-letter. I explained to him that I hadn't done a blog entry in five days and that must come first.
Priorities, you know.
posted by Anonymous at
8:20:00 AM
6 Comments:
Love the Christmas lights. I'd definitely keep them on all night. As for Christmas cards? We've already received two! When did people send these? Are they kidding me? Who is that organized? Now, after reading YOUR post, I'm going to spend the next two hours online surfing for holiday cards. Damn you, Steve!
And you're right, of course. Blogging always comes first.
Happy Holidays Steve.
Christmas Cards? I am not doing it, I can only hope Heidi remembers.
I not only have all my Christmas cards out in the mail, I am done shopping. Of course, I need to start in July but it is worth the trouble. Now I can enjoy the season w/out worrying about anything.
I love the lights! And since I stubbornly vowed that we wouldn't start decorating for another two weeks I'm totally getting the itch to start, like, tomorrow. Won't Hubby be so proud of me once he comes home to find that I'd already pulled and organized all the Xmas stuff out of their boxes in the garage?!! All I'll have to do is point and direct!
Christmas cards?? Oh shit...
Two things:
1) they make outdoor timers which mean you don't have to trek outdoors at 11 PM to unplug your lights; and
2) your letters did arrive before December 1st before you had Corey. How do you think I remembered to actually begin writing my cards (and how I was going to send them out around Valentine's Day)
One year I did a holiday "outline" instead of a letter. It was arranged by month with any highlights added underneath. I printed it on a quarter sheet of paper and tucked it in everyone's card. It was a big hit. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it, I may do it this year...
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