Christmas decorating day. It used to be the first Saturday in December, but in recent years it has moved up to the day after Thanksgiving. As the turkey utters its last gobble, the Christmas tree is pulled out of the garage by my dad and sister. Actually, that makes it sound too easy. In fact, it’s a great struggle to get the tree down from the rafters. Yes, I said down from the rafters. We now have a fake tree. No more sweet-smelling piney goodness. But at least we have a perfect looking tree with no huge gaps or diminishing pine needles. Although a little imperfection can be nice.
My mom works pretty hard on Christmas decorating day. She makes sure that every single crevice of the house is graced with some sort of Christmas decoration. Last year, she had me take pictures of every room so that she could remember where everything was placed. Throughout the year, she would ask me, “You still have those Christmas pictures, right?” “You didn’t delete my Christmas pictures did you?” Somehow, I managed to keep those pictures on the camera all year, but I never actually transferred them onto a computer. Sadly enough, a few months back we lost the camera. Poor mom.
My mom is so attached to the Christmas decorations, that somehow there are always a couple of items that get left up all year. One of our Christmas ornaments hangs from a light in our downstairs bathroom perpetually. A few years back we made some little snowmen out of socks and rice. One of the snowmen got overstuffed and has been dubbed “Fatty.” My mom has tried to make Fatty one of her year round decorations, but Emily and I have kept this desire at bay. It’s taking things a little too far to have a snowman out all year.
Every family member takes part in decorating the house. My dad meticulously puts on the Christmas tree lights making sure that every branch is covered. Every year, half of the Christmas lights aren’t working so we made a little trip to Michael’s. Emily and I are in charge of putting the garland on the banisters, putting ornaments on the tree, and setting up the little nativity scene figures that my Grandma Shaw painted. One of the donkeys lost an ear, so this year Emily and I named him Malchus. I'm pretty sure we ripped that name off the Archers who had a wooden giraffe with a missing ear...who is now owned by Melissa Johnson and all the girls over at that apartment. Oh well.
We managed to finish the Christmas decorations a bit early this year, around 6:00 p.m. which is pretty amazing considering how decked out the house is. By the time we were finished, Emily had found this taped-off-T.V. Christmas movie called The Christmas Toy that was done by Jim Henson. We hadn’t seen it since we were little and I remember really loving it. I don’t remember being scared of the characters as a kid, but some of them really creep me out now. Since we were working all day we went out to eat at Coco’s where we were seated near some ladies who looked as if they were straight out of the early eighties. As my dad put it, their hair was about 10 feet tall. I saw one man walk by and do a double take. We finished up the night by watching a Christmas movie. Yay! The Christmas season has started!
Friday, November 24, 2006
So I know that a lot of people think that it is cheesy to go around the table after Thanksgiving dinner and have each family member say what they are thankful for, but this happens to be my favorite part of Thanksgiving. When I was younger, I actually thought that this was something only my family did. Imagine that. Anyway...I am always so encouraged by hearing what each of my family memebers thanks God for. It reminds me just how much God has given me and how ridiculous it is for me to complain about anything! I especially like hearing what my aunt, uncle, and cousin have to say, because there is only so much that you can tell about a person if you only see them a few times a month. It's been exciting to see how God has been working in their immediate family this year. Practially each one of us mentioned how God's grace in our lives is so amazing. This year, besides how thankful I am that God has saved me, I was hit with how thankful I am for my family. It's a good reflection of how God loves us, to look at our own family's love for us. My parents and sister love me unconditionally even when I don't understand why, and they see everything about me. What's even more amazing is that God knows us completely, even better then we know ourselves, and He still has chosen to love and save us.
It was fun too to do our yearly things. Emily and Jeremy and I went and played frisbee in the park. On the first throw, Emily chucked it right into someone's backyard, so Jeremy had to hop over and get it. We actually couldn't find our frisbee earlier, so we had to go out and buy one, and by the time we got to the park, we only had about 15 minutes to play...but it was still fun. Than later on we played Catchphrase. We get extremely loud playing Catchphrase...my poor Grandma couldn't hear half of what we were saying because we were screaming. It's always the "kids" against the adults, even though we're outnumbered 3 to 5, but we still managed to win. And then we played the cardgame "Hand and Foot," which without fail my mom calls "An Arm and a Leg." Anyway, I was thankful for another good Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Now that I live at home again, one fact has been confirmed. My parents are funny. I always knew they had funny quirks, but I guess that it has become more obvious too me in recent years. Tonight, at the dinner table, we were eating hot dogs. Neither my mom nor my dad like ketchup on their hot dogs. Just mustard and onions. Both of them. They think it's strange that I like ketchup on my hot dog. Maybe it's just me, but I thought that was pretty normal.
My mom messes up idioms like no one else. She invented a new one last night while we were eating at BJ's. She was telling us about a lady she works with that "swears like a fish." My dad and I were cracking up, but somehow we finally managed to tell her that it is "swears like a sailor." She also says, "When it rains, it snows", "like two ships bumping in the night", and "he was born with a silver tooth in his mouth." There are more where those came from, but these are her some of her classics.
This is kind of a random thought, but I was just thinking that it is interesting how most families keep their weight scale thingy's in their bathroom. I assume this is for privacy's sake in not wanting anyone to find out their weight. But really, I've never understood the point of that either. I mean, pretty much you look like what you weigh. It's not a huge mystery. I wonder what it would be like if someone put their scale in the kitchen. The whole family could line up and weigh in before Thanksgiving dinner. "Mmmm...sorry Aunt May, it looks like you won't be getting any stuffing this year." Hmm...maybe that's why this isn't a popular trend.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
So today, I finally became convinced that it is definitely worth it to spend money on a good haircut. I went to Supercuts today because I really didn't want to spend a lot of money on just a trim. Well the girl I got, who looked to be about 12 years old, (first tip off right there) doesn't know the meaning of "just a trim" and long layers. She butchered my hair and I am in no way exaggerating. Next time I will take a better look in the mirror before paying such a person a tip. I never thought I would be the kind of person to cry over a haircut, in fact I laughed at people who did, but I can laugh no more. My mom convinced me to go to a nice salon right away and get it fixed. I really didn't believe that anyone could do anything with it, but those a bit more pricey salon people really know what they're doing. I learned my lesson.