My little buddy

Friday, December 08, 2006

Ok, so I am sure you're looking at this picture thinking what the f*#@ is that blue thing?!

This my friends is MY CHRISTMAS GIFT from my mother. It's not wrapped. It's just sitting under that blue blanket. IN MY CRAFT ROOM!

I haven't touched it. I haven't tried to peek. I haven't even tried to guess what it is.

If I found out what it was, it would completely ruin the surprise for Christmas morning! And why would I want to do that?

Freaky, huh? I can name four people right off the bat who would be looking ... and you know who your are - surprise spoilers.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006


Lauren got picked up early today, so I have the rest of the afternoon off! What a nice little surprise, huh?

I think I will spend the rest of the day shopping before I have to head to the open house. Still have to pick up a few more presents ... but other than that, I am pretty much ready for the holidays. Well, maybe not that ready ... I still have to wrap the rest of the gifts and I have to address all my Christmas cards and get some of those in the mail ... and finish the kids ornaments ... and get a tree, then decorate it ... and ...

Hmmm...maybe I am not as close to being done as I thought.

And I am still on the fence about doing one last quilt before Christmas ... It's a hard decision. I've finished all my other quilting projects ... now I'm sort of at loose ends ... nothing to quilt to keep me busy. If I can find some half decent fabric, maybe I'll start a new project.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


So, normally I wait and wrap all my gifts at once. But by doing that, I have a huge pile that needs to be wrapped and it suddenly becomes this horrible chore. A wrapping marathon, if you will.

This year, I decided to do things differently. I have already spent two days wrapping a handful of gifts each time. I whip out the chicken bones and wrap gifts while watching TV. And I have had a great time doing! It isn't this laborious process that needs to be done. I would highly recommend it.

In addition to that, I haven't put ANY bows or ribbons on ANY gifts as of yet. I discovered last year, that it is actually much easier to do this at the very end of wrapping. The process goes that much quicker at the end.

Can you tell that I am really stretching for something to write about? I've been reduced to writing about gift wrapping. Big sigh! My life just isn't that interesting right now. Not that I'm saying I was the life of the party before ... but I've become even MORE dull, if it's at all possible.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Alright... I had to try it....turned out REALLY bad!

Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Sarah's Office party. It was Anita who spiked the punch with too much Crantini. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like apples.

I thought it was funny when I put Susan's black panties on my head and danced the funky chicken on the couch while singing `Walk This Way'. I didn't mean to break Sarah's Blackberry and don't know why Sarah would accuse me of Lewd Behaviour.

I don't remember calling John's wife a funny horse---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Sarah's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that cheese ball.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Toyota Prius through my neighbor's TV room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a hot cat and have me arrested for obscenities!

So, I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all loud and obnoxious. And I'm really not to blame for any of this colourful stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and quickly yours,
Jeanette (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 11 bucks!

Total Meltdown

Ok, so Christmas has been a touchy holiday for us, specially me, since my father died. It was HIS big holiday. Over the years, it has become easier. But I do remember a time when all I would and could do was curl up on the couch in the living room, all the lights out except for the Christmas tree. I didn't have much interest in anything else.

But every year has been easier ... I even coped well with Amanda wanting to do Christmas at her house last year, from present opening to dinner. But this year, I am not handling it so well. Once again, she wants to have Christmas at her house. Her reasoning? It's her first Christmas in her new house. My gut reaction was NO WAY IN HELL! Why's that? Because there is always going to be a reason for it to be at her house every year. And let's face it, Christmas at her house will have to include David ... this holiday is hard enough without having to spend it with him! I know this sounds selfish and immature...but I have enough problems without having to throw on a whole other set of 'em! On top of that, there most likely won't be Christmas at my Grammy's this year, because she goes for a hip replacement this Wednesday ... so she'll be at Mary's for her recovery and then most likely stay there for the winter, like last year. Not having Christmas at my Grammy's is a huge blow... it has been the constant since my father died...I could always rely on that. There's one of two possibilities: we all chip in work-wise to have Christmas in North Tay, if Grammy is moving around well enough by then ... or it ends up being at Mary's house ... now there's a festive place for Christmas! Every God-blessed ornament and decoration is brown, gold or cream! Freakin' gag me now!

So. These two events conspired to send me into a tail spin last night. Mum and I dragged all the house decorations upstairs last night. I started decorating. And my mother periodically looks at stuff like she has no clue what is going on. My blood pressure goes up a notch. I keep decorating. She sits and watches TV. My blood pressure goes up another notch. I end up with three shoe boxes of decorations/knick-knacks that have to go on the bookcase ... and I'm thinking - how am I supposed to cram all this stuff on here and make it look pretty? I have no clue where it all sits. I say as much to my mother and she looks at me like she doesn't understand freaking english, let alone what these decorations are for! Another notch! Is there steam coming out of my ears yet?

I shift the chairs around a bit so that it will be ready for the Christmas tree next weekend. And everything falls apart from this moment on. Blood pressure is almost at stroke level! The oversized chair is just too big to be sitting in the corner, it's sticking out too far, how am I supposed to put the coffee table out here if the chair is sticking out too far? No, I am not putting it against the bookcase, that would just look too stupid, no I am not putting it in the dining room. What if I take the feet off and we take it downstairs and bring the recliner upstairs? WHAT? WHAT? NOW you like that chair when every other time you talk about it you're bitching about how big it is! BP is off the charts NOW! It deteriorated from that point on - ending with the chairs going back to their original positions and the phone books, sitting on one chair, going flying. And yes, I said books, pural, because my mother has to keep every damn phone book we have had in the past five years!

I apologized to my mother later and she said, oh that's ok, I'm used to it now. Hmmmm.... well didn't that make me feel like a total worm?

Today is a much better day. I am optimistic about Christmas at Grammy's. I have decided that I am not having Christmas at Amanda's - I'll spend it alone at home, if need be. And the decorating is almost done - I just have the Christmas village to do - which is a huge job by itself, but I really enjoy doing it.