December 11, 2002
Tis the Season...

I love Christmas. Why I don't know. It's not like it was ever a HUGE deal in our house, considering it was usually just me, Ady, Mom and Dad, but I adore it. If I had money to throw around I would spend it making the house all christmasy. And I mean all the corny stuff that you can never use again till next year, like Christmas plates, dinner napkins, dish towels, runners, lights, little christmas trees, fabric signs that declare "NOEL", all that crap. I'd buy it if I could and display it proudly.

As it is I've spent too much money on it already. During the last move we seem to have lost all our holiday decorations. And I mean the good ones, the ones we made in grade school. All gone. It's so sad. The tree is going to be decorated if it kills me and depletes my bank account though. I've spent the last week looking for interesting ornaments to put on the tree and I have a small store of ornaments that I made last year. I also spent an hour at Target yesterday buying boring ornaments, lights, a tree stand and Christmas cards.

Weird thing about Christmas cards. I feel as guilty sending them out as I do not sending them. I feel guilty if I don't send them because well soemhow I feel it's rude. Like it's required, but then I feel guilty when I do send them because I make an effort to send it to people I don't see a lot or am too lazy to call. So instead of me making an effort to spend time with them during the year, all they get is a guilt ridden Christmas card and even that is not every year. Then there is the fact that and I never know what to say in the damn things. Yep Christmas cards are definitely the one thing I don't like about Christmas.

Despite my hate for the Christmas cards I've BIG Christmas plans for the weekend. We're getting the tree, we're decorating, I'm going to try and bake some cookies and make some ornaments. I'm also going to attempt to make a wreath. I couldn't bring myself to buy one at target, they're too expensive, but I felt a nostalgic twinge for the old wreath I made in fourth grade with paper napkins and a wire hanger. I couldn't find anything like it online in the craft corners, but I'm going to do it from memory damnit and hell if it won't look like a 9 year old did it.

Let's hope I go through with at least one of these plans. I have a nasty habit of planning all this grand stuff and then come saturday I go "Pffft" (with a pushing away hand motion) "I can do it later. Right now I'm going to stay in bed and read/watch a movie" And then before I know it the weekend is gone and I've done nothing. But not his weekend. I'm a girl with a mission. A Christmas mission. Just you wait and see.

Posted by nuala at December 11, 2002 11:59 AM

xmas is so fun. i'm with you on this. i love the decorating and the shopping and the secret having. i love that i know exactly what i'm getting you.

i really pity that poor jewish jason boy. but i'm still going to try and make him get a tree for us to decorate. serves him right, going around being all jewish.

Posted by: didofoot on December 11, 2002 12:19 PM

Yea I always feel bad about that. My obliviousness to the other holiday. sigh. oh well. Back to my xmas rampage

Posted by: Nuala on December 11, 2002 12:41 PM

and speaking of christmas, i get to come to the ERL xmas party on friday! i claimed the teachers at my mom's school were throwing a party for her for finishing her master's degree classes and i wanted to go. and i have to use sick leave but i don't have to work on saturday and i get to come eat the free food! yey!

Posted by: michele on December 11, 2002 04:17 PM

p.s. kristen did you get the *thing* yet for her?

Posted by: michele on December 11, 2002 04:18 PM

*thing* what *thing*? you know you two don't keep secrets very well

Posted by: Nuala on December 11, 2002 04:23 PM

oh yeah? what *thing* am i talking about then, huh? you don't know what the *thing* is do you? ha! that's right you don't. sucka.

Posted by: michele on December 11, 2002 04:33 PM

Yea well. One of you will slip up soon. It'll happen. You just wait and see.

Posted by: Nuala on December 11, 2002 04:46 PM

you mean the dead reindeer i'm getting her so that the dead pony we got for her birthday has someone to play with? (if by 'play' you mean 'lie next to while being all dead and shit.')

oops. cat's out of the bag. reindeer is, rather.

Posted by: didofoot on December 13, 2002 10:43 AM

certainly the smell is out of the bag.

Posted by: michele on December 13, 2002 11:02 AM

are you saying bag smells?

Posted by: didofoot on December 13, 2002 11:16 AM


hey! no!

Posted by: michele on December 13, 2002 12:44 PM