4 posts tagged “christmas”

I am still sick.  The weather was horrible (and not in a good way).  But over all, it was a good Christmas.  Per norm, I came home with double what I left with and I enjoyed the company of all my family.

I was getting very annoyed with my mother towards the end of the day though.  I don't know if that was because it was just a long day, because I was still sick or she was being ridiculous.  Either way... the fact is that I was on time with the f'n scalloped potatoes and we don't need the f'n cheesecake.  That's all I need to say about that.

< sarcasm > Traveling with the dog was fun. </ sarcasm >  I don't know exactly what we were thinking when we thought all of us could fit in the cab of the beast.  I mean, it certainly could have been worse, but it wasn't exactly a ride to the park.  Pun intended.  Next time we'll either borrow/rent a car or we'll find a dogsitter.  Either way, we're not going to do that again.

The day started in fog as we headed to mom's.  Spending all morning and the first part of the afternoon there, the best gift (wrapping) was my gift to my best friend (16 years and counting).  I made a bracelet for her and didn't have any jewelry boxes so Frank came up with the brilliant idea of using a DVD case.  We chose one of the dollar sci-fi movies he had picked up for me - "Warriors of the Wasteland".  We hadn't watched it yet but it was only a dollar and was bought purely for MST3King.  So, J is starting to unwrap it and realizing that it's a DVD, closes her eyes until it's completely unwrapped.  Opening her eyes and seeing what it is, she looks up at me with a "What the F" on her lips.  I start laughing and tell her to open it.  Since she moved to sunny FL just visiting with her was gift enough... that, and the look on her face when she saw the DVD cover.  Priceless.

From there we traveled on in a mist to my step-mother's sister's house (soon to be ex-step-mother's... but that's another story) to spend a few hours with them.  Unfortunately we missed a lot of that family since their Christmas started later in the day and we had yet another stop to make before day was done.  I wouldn't trade those few hours for anything though.  Why is it that this Christmas more than any others, the company was what I craved?  Never mind the gifts... I'd give everything back if asked.  But the company?  Never.

Driving in the rain we made our last stop of the day, my aunt's.  I have to admit this is where the day went into the drain, but it still wasn't half as bad as other years have been.  At least I wasn't crying over a phone call.  Or lack thereof.  Mom called about the potatoes... which she forgot in the first place.  I didn't.  Yes, technically we were "late" but when I tell you I'm leaving someplace at 4, have to stop and let the dog out, pick up your potatoes and drive out to your sister's place... we're going to be taking some time to do it all.  What do you know?  Then our gifts didn't exactly knock anyone's socks off and we ended up taking back Grandma's gift.  We'll replace it with something she'll use and I do have to admit that at least she said something and didn't just take it to be nice.  Anyways... the end of the night came with Mom pushing our cheesecake back on us.  I'm trying to say goodbye because it's late, I'm sick, Frank's sick, and we're both tired.  But we must have our cheesecake.  I mean, she was almost frothing at the mouth "My preciouuuuussssssssssssss" about the cheesecake.  Five minutes later we have cheesecake and are all but running out the door.

We head homeward with a wet dog that's whining over all the lights (he loves chasing a flashlight's circle of light - I have stories) but nonetheless happy over the day.  Good food, good company and good gifts all around with few exceptions.  Who could ask for more?

Me.  I still want my phone call.  Call me greedy.

Instead of "You know you're a redneck..."
It's "You know it's a Michigan Christmas when..."

The morning you leave for your mom's house, it's foggy and clammy.

As you go from one family home to another, it's raining.

You finally arrive home and the weatherman says the rain will turn into snow.

You're still waiting for the snow.

Warning:  do not attempt travel with a hyperactive big dog in a cab of a truck with two full sized adults.

And that's all I have to say for now.  I'm exhausted.  and still sick.

I know it's Christmas time.  I know it's all peace on earth and goodwill to men.  But shouldn't that be if they deserve it?

This is a horrible mood to be in before heading up north to ice and decorate cookies.

Any one know where I can find my sense of goodwill?  I seem to have left it somewhere...