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Christmas Road Trip

At some point recently, I convinced my husband and parents-in-law to take a road trip with me to my home town to see my Dad and his family.  My husband has only been to Oklahoma once before and his Mom hasn’t ever been here.  The in-laws have been wanting to visit and meet my Dad and his family since I got married, and I figured now was as good a time as any to make this happen.  It’s been a really, really long time since I saw my Dad’s side of the family for the holidays too.  It’s always better to kill two birds with one stone.

My mother-in-law doesn’t fly and my husband only with extreme mental stress, therefore even though I would have loved to fly driving was the only travel  option.  We rented a van since we needed to transport ourselves, the luggage, presents, and two dogs.  This trip normally takes about 20 hours of driving, but when you stop every couple of hours to walk the dogs and every hour for people to use the facilities it becomes quite a bit longer.  I think we made it in 30 hours or so.

Please, please, please….get me out of this van!

When we arrived, I wished I could have turned back time and simply drugged the mother-in-law and dragged her on the plane.  I have decided road trips are for younger people than me.  I no longer have the patience for them.  I just want to get to my destination!  That night, while trying to sleep, the world still felt like it was moving after SO many hours spent in the van.  I’ve only felt like that before after a cruise.

In the end, the long trip was worth it.  The parents are getting along well and enjoying the sights.  Christmas was fantastic.  We got up and went over to my step-mom’s parent’s house and ate a huge Christmas dinner with her family then we went to my Nana’s house and opened presents with just the immediate family.  Yesterday, we saw some sights around town, went out to eat, and spent the evening playing dominoes together.

I’m so grateful for a wonderful family!  I hope you all had a Christmas that was as awesome as mine.


The Simple Joys of Christmas

I spent time today out at the mall attempting to cross more people off my Christmas list.

I realized two things while I was out and about.

One – I loathe the mall and shopping with a dark, unreasoning passion.

Two – I miss the simple joys of Christmas.







Looking around at the stores, other people shopping, and excessive amounts of cheap and tacky gifts I was filled with a sense of how much goes to waste for this one day: wrapping paper, gift bags, money, time, overseas jobs, social connection, the soul of the holiday.

Suddenly, dazed, I felt weird about buying anything.  I walked out to my car wondering why this was hitting me so hard.  Is it the Christmas music before Veteran’s Day?  Black Friday sales on Thanksgiving?  How does this Christmas end up feeling not like the most joyous time of the year but instead more like the last, best hope for sucking money out of my wallet?

That is why this year everyone is getting coal.  Or a sock from Goodwill.  Your choice.  If you’re on my list I apologize in advance.

I hope for your sakes that I snap out of this Christmas funk soon.

Holidays, NaBloPoMo 2011

Let The Decorating Commence

Decorating has commenced.  The tree is down from the attic and put together.  While standing on the ladder to the attic trying to decide which bag (or bags) had all the bits to the “big” tree this happened:

Me: Do you remember which bag has the big tree in it?

Hubby: You know what would be nice?

Me: What?

Hubby: Going to the store and buying another tree instead of wrestling one of those down.

The scary thing about this is that I was thinking something along those lines before he said it.  The even scarier thing – we did this one year.  We bought a really skinny, super cheap tree that was about three feet tall rather than wrestle the larger tree down from the attic.  Problem?  Solved.

Right now my arms itch from fluffing the limbs, the top of the tree is listing because I had to use tape to get the top and bottom piece to stay together, and the middle section of lights is out (it’s a pre-lighted tree).  I have no idea how a tree can break itself in the attic.  I blame the ancient aliens.

See you all tomorrow!