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elucrehA belated Merry Christmas to all the wondefulness that is you.
I meant to post that bit on Christmas, actually, but the web was down at the parents', so...
My family always does the big dinner and a nativity enactment on Christmas Eve, followed by the opening of pajamas and a book (to keep us occupied until it's okay to wake the parents for presents.) The meal was yummy--my grandmother got her famous creamed potatoes (no I am not thinking about calories this holiday) right for the first time in, like, two years. The nativity bit was fun (I tend to direct and costume, being the oldest.) My jammies are brushed satin, light blue with white stars and moons. My mother has, apparently, latched onto the fact that I like stars and moons. Fortunately, this is actually true, so I was pleased with the jammies.
Christmas Eve was awkwardness and irritation with my mother, though. I carry a tune only when my voice is in the mood, and she spent the evening trying to get me to focus on what I should sound like. I resent this from anybody, as making music tunefully, especially with my voice, has got to be one of my lowest priorites ever. And my mother is patronising about it. Then she gave me yet another self-help book. I was overcome with a violent urge to throw it at her head, which I did, in fact, repress. But rather than being thankful for small favors, she proceeded to try to make me feel guilty for not adoring the book. We've had ZILLIONS of conversations about the fact that I think half the evil in the house is the direct result of self-help books, but she resents the fact that I didn't appreciate it when she got me one. Mothers.
I spent the night in my big sister's room (having been guilt-tripped into that, too, what is with the women in my family--and do I do this?), wrapping and watching movies. Got to sleep around two-thirty, and was woken just before six by my little sister. Eight. She wasn't allowed to wake the family for presents until seven, so she'd been promised she could watch the Olsen twins movie they'd rented for the occasion, on the TV in the room I was staying in. Nobody should be bombarded with Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen (at least seventeen) singing The Eensy Weensy Spider with a supergay!afroamerican man. Ever. But especially before seven o'clock on Christmas morning.
Luckily, from there, the day picked up. I was given presents that I like, and will use (not the point, really, but it's nice to know they really tried this year), among them: a frying pan, a cookbook, bath towels, Pride and Prejudice on DVD!!!!, and the 2005 Wild Words from Wild Women calendar. Everybody out there, I recommend this calendar. I adore it.
But my favorite gift to recieve was from my little brothers: each of them gave me a statue of a Wise Monkey. See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil. They're about eight inches high, and meant to sit on the edge of a shelf. If I can get someone to take digital pics, they will be forthcoming, because I love my monkeys. *wide grin*
My biggest little bro liked his monkey (three and a half feet high), my dad liked his tie, my mom loved the Betty Boop stuff. Yay!
Breakfast. LONG hot shower (our water heater here runs out in fifteen minutes, and besides I have to pay for the utilities here). Nap.
Around this point the extended family began to arrive, including my favorite aunt and her beading kit. I've made a necklace and a set of earrings, both of which I am very proud to be the artist and the model. Again: possibly pics forthcoming.
And enormous amounts of my Aunt Shauna's Famous Cheese Dip, there were even leftovers which I am going to steal for the NYE party. Crap, I've GOT to call Whitney.
But the best present of all was when Harry realised he loved Draco on the Leaky. But poor Ron! Angst for Ron! Neville, come home soon and comfort him, please!
I meant to post that bit on Christmas, actually, but the web was down at the parents', so...
My family always does the big dinner and a nativity enactment on Christmas Eve, followed by the opening of pajamas and a book (to keep us occupied until it's okay to wake the parents for presents.) The meal was yummy--my grandmother got her famous creamed potatoes (no I am not thinking about calories this holiday) right for the first time in, like, two years. The nativity bit was fun (I tend to direct and costume, being the oldest.) My jammies are brushed satin, light blue with white stars and moons. My mother has, apparently, latched onto the fact that I like stars and moons. Fortunately, this is actually true, so I was pleased with the jammies.
Christmas Eve was awkwardness and irritation with my mother, though. I carry a tune only when my voice is in the mood, and she spent the evening trying to get me to focus on what I should sound like. I resent this from anybody, as making music tunefully, especially with my voice, has got to be one of my lowest priorites ever. And my mother is patronising about it. Then she gave me yet another self-help book. I was overcome with a violent urge to throw it at her head, which I did, in fact, repress. But rather than being thankful for small favors, she proceeded to try to make me feel guilty for not adoring the book. We've had ZILLIONS of conversations about the fact that I think half the evil in the house is the direct result of self-help books, but she resents the fact that I didn't appreciate it when she got me one. Mothers.
I spent the night in my big sister's room (having been guilt-tripped into that, too, what is with the women in my family--and do I do this?), wrapping and watching movies. Got to sleep around two-thirty, and was woken just before six by my little sister. Eight. She wasn't allowed to wake the family for presents until seven, so she'd been promised she could watch the Olsen twins movie they'd rented for the occasion, on the TV in the room I was staying in. Nobody should be bombarded with Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen (at least seventeen) singing The Eensy Weensy Spider with a supergay!afroamerican man. Ever. But especially before seven o'clock on Christmas morning.
Luckily, from there, the day picked up. I was given presents that I like, and will use (not the point, really, but it's nice to know they really tried this year), among them: a frying pan, a cookbook, bath towels, Pride and Prejudice on DVD!!!!, and the 2005 Wild Words from Wild Women calendar. Everybody out there, I recommend this calendar. I adore it.
But my favorite gift to recieve was from my little brothers: each of them gave me a statue of a Wise Monkey. See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil. They're about eight inches high, and meant to sit on the edge of a shelf. If I can get someone to take digital pics, they will be forthcoming, because I love my monkeys. *wide grin*
My biggest little bro liked his monkey (three and a half feet high), my dad liked his tie, my mom loved the Betty Boop stuff. Yay!
Breakfast. LONG hot shower (our water heater here runs out in fifteen minutes, and besides I have to pay for the utilities here). Nap.
Around this point the extended family began to arrive, including my favorite aunt and her beading kit. I've made a necklace and a set of earrings, both of which I am very proud to be the artist and the model. Again: possibly pics forthcoming.
And enormous amounts of my Aunt Shauna's Famous Cheese Dip, there were even leftovers which I am going to steal for the NYE party. Crap, I've GOT to call Whitney.
But the best present of all was when Harry realised he loved Draco on the Leaky. But poor Ron! Angst for Ron! Neville, come home soon and comfort him, please!
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Date: 2004-12-26 07:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-26 08:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-26 07:58 pm (UTC)merry christmas!
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Date: 2004-12-29 02:12 am (UTC)The line ended there. Thus Ady did not immediately read the, rather important, bit right after. Thus Ady was rather shocked. Thus Lu would have loved to see Ady's expression, particularly the bulging eyes.
^_^ Sounds like a pretty sane Christmas. Yay!
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:23 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:24 pm (UTC)Merry (belated) Christmas!!
i can't wait to see the piccies! (if you can get them)
;)