*Nothin says the holidays like Run DMC
(I would be remiss if I didn't mention the passing of one of my all-time favorite blogs. I'll miss you lah.)
So another year in the books. I wish I had a specific reason as to why I haven't blogged for over a month. Basically I had nothing to say. I continued to read other bloggers and even commented on a few posts.
Work is fine. I was in California for the first week of December which always helps my seasonal affective disorder. I can't complain too much as the weather's been comparatively mild. I'm sure now that I said that the temperature will drop about forty degrees.
The house is all decked out for Christmas and the shopping is almost done. I've always had an artificial tree growing up. The tree my parents still put up every year is the one they purchased when my little sister Dr J was in kindergarten. We joke that every year my parents have to do surgery on its poor fake limbs and stick the little bunches of greenery back on the pathetic branches. After about 15 years my sisters and I complained that the amount of tinsel my parents used to hide the bare spots was at the very least a fire hazard. Now the little Charlie Brown tree is synonymous with Christmas to me. Ever since D and I moved into this house we've gotten a real tree every year. This year D tried to convince me that we should start a tradition of going out to some tree farm and cutting down our own tree. Why? I hate the cold. Why would my born-in-a-tropical-climate ass want to stand out in snow and windchill to cut down a tree that's going to be in our house for all of 3 weeks?
Our 9 foot tree
My mom, who never ever asks for anything (ever) actually had a wishlist this year. We're giving her an iPod Video which completely blew any sort of budget that we had but I don't care. Mom's requests are like Haley's Comets; they only occur once in a blue moon.
I leave you with the best wishes for the holidays and a very Happy New Year from my family to yours.
(I would be remiss if I didn't mention the passing of one of my all-time favorite blogs. I'll miss you lah.)
So another year in the books. I wish I had a specific reason as to why I haven't blogged for over a month. Basically I had nothing to say. I continued to read other bloggers and even commented on a few posts.
Work is fine. I was in California for the first week of December which always helps my seasonal affective disorder. I can't complain too much as the weather's been comparatively mild. I'm sure now that I said that the temperature will drop about forty degrees.
The house is all decked out for Christmas and the shopping is almost done. I've always had an artificial tree growing up. The tree my parents still put up every year is the one they purchased when my little sister Dr J was in kindergarten. We joke that every year my parents have to do surgery on its poor fake limbs and stick the little bunches of greenery back on the pathetic branches. After about 15 years my sisters and I complained that the amount of tinsel my parents used to hide the bare spots was at the very least a fire hazard. Now the little Charlie Brown tree is synonymous with Christmas to me. Ever since D and I moved into this house we've gotten a real tree every year. This year D tried to convince me that we should start a tradition of going out to some tree farm and cutting down our own tree. Why? I hate the cold. Why would my born-in-a-tropical-climate ass want to stand out in snow and windchill to cut down a tree that's going to be in our house for all of 3 weeks?
Our 9 foot tree
My mom, who never ever asks for anything (ever) actually had a wishlist this year. We're giving her an iPod Video which completely blew any sort of budget that we had but I don't care. Mom's requests are like Haley's Comets; they only occur once in a blue moon.
I leave you with the best wishes for the holidays and a very Happy New Year from my family to yours.
posted by Mint Chutney at 11:50 PM
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Mint Chutney
Chicago, United States
Wife, mother, corporate peon.
