Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas N'at

So, I had all of these ideas in my head of things that I was planning to write. But truthfully, they were all fairly negative. Lots of down-with-the-holidays kind of stuff. These ideas cropped up while I was getting ready for Christmas, and unfortunately, have persisted throughout.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I have an almost 7 year old. The holidays rock. My kid is at an age where he wants *everything* and he still believes in Santa Claus. So. We're in a pretty good place over here.

On the other hand, my dad has been here. I love my father, but he's not exactly an always-look-on-the-bright-side-of-life kind of a guy. Without going too much into it, he can be rather pessimistic and argumentative. That, coupled with any panicky-pre-holiday kind of energy I had for a while, has put me in a bit of a slump.

The thing is, our holidays have been pretty great. Even with my dad. And, even with my kid's fever. The kid was sick on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Not too terrible- he was still eating, which always says to me not to worry about things. And his fever wasn't too high- I think it peaked at 102. But we did have to cancel on a party we were looking forward to. And by yesterday everyone was a little cagey.

Still. The days have been packed with good food, good drink, lovely presents, and, for the most part, good company. The kid is up and has been playing with friends for the past couple of days. It's been snowing off and on here for the last week or so, so we even had a white Christmas.

So, in the end, a happy holiday season. And we're right in the middle of it, so there's more good stuff to come I'm sure.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Holiday Shopping

Random thoughts while shopping for presents this week:

I'm sure that as a 40 year old white woman I looked pretty ridiculous driving around, singing along to the Girl Talk CD that was playing very loudly in my car. (Strange, but Girl Talk honestly sort of gets me in the holiday spirit.)

I should really shop at Urban Outfitters more often.

David Lynch is still a genius. (Favorite line from his book, 'Catching the Big Fish', re. a Bible passage he read that made the point of Eraserhead clear to him during filming): I will probably never reveal that Bible passage to anyone.

Best baby onesie I saw (although I have no one to buy this for): 'Someday I'll get trashed at prom.'

How many Bakugans does a 6 1/2 year old actually need anyway?

Those left & right handed scissors are crap. My kid prefers the left-handed only scissors that his teacher has for him at school. I can't find a pair of those *anywhere*.

I heart gingerbread lattes.

Sunday, December 13, 2009


The kid does not want to be married when he grows up. He has never expressed an interest in having a wife, let alone a girlfriend (maybe, *maybe* a girlfriend). Interesting, since he has said that he would like to be a father one day. Although, that may be out the window too. For the past few months we've been told that when he grows up he would like to be 'rich & alone'.

Last Thursday, we were all on the couch watching tv. That American Express commercial came on- the one where it talks about how you can earn points for things like vacations, etc. The guy in the commercial is very into the idea of going on a vacation, researching all kinds of trips online, when his wife blows into the room wearing some fabulous dress. The guy expresses his admiration, then mentions going on a trip with their points. It then becomes clear that she has already spent those points. On her new fabulous dress. heh.

When the commercial ended, my son immediately said, "Well, if that was me, I'd be like, 'OK! You're out of this house!!'

Of course, my husband and I just about fell on the floor laughing so hard. I consider myself a strong feminist, and I certainly don't advocate throwing your wife/girlfriend/partner out of the house for buying a dress with vacation money. But there is something to be said for a six year old who is all, 'Why would you want to buy clothes when we could be *traveling*, for crying out loud?'

Monday, December 7, 2009

Oh. That Explains It.

My son went to his first Steelers game yesterday. This is a *very* big deal in Pittsburgh. Steelers tickets are usually hard to come by. That is, until the Steelers lose a few games in a row and then they're scheduled to play the Raiders. Then they're much easier to get.

It was just him and his dad. They had a lovely Guys' Day Out. They took the bus Downtown, got subs for lunch, and then headed over to Heinz Field. The Kid's first Steelers game was spent on bench seats, next to some Raiders fans. It was chilly, but the guys were bundled up and it was sunny for a change. They bought pretzels. My husband washed his down with Magic Hat, the Kid went with PowerAde. It wasn't until the last couple of minutes that the Kid started to feel cold. My husband convinced him to hang in just a little longer. They stayed and witnessed yet another disappointing loss.

No matter. They had a great time. I picked them up at the bus stop and we came home. The Kid was starving, so I made him some dinner. While he was eating ravioli we talked about the game. We were all sorry that the Steelers had lost. Then, the Kid said, 'Maybe they're very tired.'

'What do you mean?'

'You know. From winning the Super Bowl. Maybe it took a lot out of them.'

Suddenly, it all makes sense.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Holiday Panic

So. We had a lovely Thanksgiving. How about you?

I went with the family to MD to visit both my in-laws and my mom. Thanksgiving was spent watching the Godfather II on AMC, followed by eating way too much food. On Friday my in-laws took the kid, which gave my husband and I a chance to have lunch with Kyle, a very old and dear friend of mine. Then we went to the movies- to see a grown up movie!- The Men Who Stare at Goats. Two thumbs up. Good stuff. Saturday we went to my mom's and celebrated my grandmother turning 90. 90. What a fabulous age.

Things went downhill on Sunday. Traffic was so heavy going from MD to Pittsburgh that it took us an hour longer than usual to get home. We were exhausted from the drive Sunday night. Monday morning started off with me getting the kid to school late, followed by the realization that I had locked myself out of my house. It ended with our crazy cat (we have two cats- one crazy, one sane) pooping in our bedroom. Which meant that we had to spend half an hour cleaning everything up and we got to bed late. Today was a little bit better. But then my kid told me over homework that a 'friend' from school has been saying to him, 'I can beat you up'. Nice. That prompted a talk about how friends don't say things like that to each other.

And then? My kid announced during dinner that there are only 23 days left until Christmas.

Excuse me while I swallow my panic.