Christmas has kind of been my climax, my landmark, my “I’ll start doing (insert goal here) after” day. Now it’s over, and Monday will be like any other day. Crap. No more excuses. I need to update my resume, start looking for a job, find business clothes that actually fit, become active, stop eating shit food, etc. I’m anxious. But for today I’m laid back (except for the massive stomach ache I have from too much cheese ball) and spending the day catching up on blogs and playing good ole’ WoW. Can I tell you about Christmas? Well, I’m going to tell you anyway, suckas!
With my mom being the ringleader of Christmas for the past bajillion years, our family had to pull together and spread out the holiday duties so it wasn’t mom 99% everyone else 1%. Even with my mom’s bum leg it was still about 70/30% because she refuses to sit back and let others do the work for her. But she did good! She actually let people do things this year! My aunt baked the turkey, made the green beans, rolls, and the pies; my sister and her hubs made a pumpkin log, corn casserole and brought all the paper goods; mom made the ham, yams, chili cheese dip, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, and deviled eggs (see what I mean?); and my brother brought the best stuff according to my family-all the booze! My grandpa usually pitches in, but with his back issues over the last week we told him to just take it easy. My job was to make the cookies, cheese ball, and the Pièce de résistance, the pretzel salad. Okay, pretzel + salad sounds so gross, but it is the best damn thing known to man. And I was making it! Well, my mom must get her stubbornness from Pop, because he insisted he make it (and I’m glad he did-it’s a tough recipe to get right and he makes it BEST). I also at the last minute made this Reese’s no-bake brownie-type things, and they were a hit for sure. And the cheese ball…oh man. I’m going to be sick all week from the leftovers.
Our Christmas morning ritual is this: we rotate the presents around, and for the past few years the adults in the family pick out one person to gift. This year I had my brother-in-law (guys are SO EASY), and my stepdad had me (jackpot!). I also gave my family some knick knacks from Australia I picked up, like coasters and Bundaberg rum. I seriously may never wear regular clothes again, because I got three pairs of PJ’s, two of which were Paul Frank. Woo hoo! The present to end all presents though…I was dying. I opened up what I thought was a Paul Frank throw blanket, until I looked a little closer and see that the picture on the package shows Julius the monkey wearing the blanket.
I got a freaking Snuggie.
I laughed so hard when I asked my stepdad “did you read my blog poll last week?” He said no…I must retract my statement since Paul Frank has a Snuggie. Paul Frank could make poo and I would probably buy it. It’s a problem, friends!
The busyness of the day and the hyperactivity of my niece and nephews made me forget for a few moments that I was spending Christmas without my husband. I tried to just interact as much as possible with the kids, since I really did miss them and they make me so happy. I played Sorry and Uno with them, and we battled on the pinball machine. All they wanted this year were gift cards to Best Buy so they could either buy a Wii or an Xbox 360. So that’s what we all bought for them. Well, that morning their mom (who is divorced from my brother) surprised the boys and bought them a Wii! They were so happy because now they could spend their cards on games and junk. Well, the last present of the day was from my brother to the boys, and it was…an Xbox 360! I tried to barter with them to maybe take the Wii off their hands, but they wanted no part of it. Two consoles! A kid’s Christmas dream, right?
My niece got so many things, but I think the highlight for her was a new baby and a salon chair so you could do the baby’s hair and stuff. It’s so funny because she had the play blow dryer in her hand and was drying the baby’s hair-by punching her in the head with it. Nice. My 11-year-old nephew was trying to tell me a story and while he was, I noticed my 3-year-old niece was repeating everything he was saying. So I whipped out the camera phone and taped them. The last two words were my suggestion. I’m a terrible aunt!
I hope everyone had a great holiday!