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Mc-Christmas-isms

I realize it is January, but amidst all the posts about resolutions being broken, I thought you all could use a little more Christmas cheer!

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Jimmy (in a Grinch-ish mood): I hate the wreath on the front door.  All it does is get in my way.  I hate real trees too.  I think I’m allergic.

Eric:  Did you just say you hate grilled trees???

Jimmy:  Yes, I said I hate GRILLED trees.  I prefer my trees lightly broiled.

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While playing a little Christmas trivia with Jake…

Me: “Fill in the blank for the Grinch lyric.  You’re a bad _____ with a greasy black peel.”

Jake: “Ummm…give me a hint.”

Me: “They always show people slipping on it in cartoons.”

Jake: “Ummm…give me another hint.”

Me: “It is something monkeys eat.”

Jake: “FECES!”

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Jake was wearing a new shirt and realized he hadn’t taken the size sticker off.

Eric was in an extra chatty mood during a car ride and his noise level was annoying his brothers.

Jake: “Eric needs this XL sticker for his mouth!”

I’m not sure if Jake meant because Eric was being Extra Loud or if he wanted to actually use the sticker to cover Eric’s mouth.

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After making at least 4 shopping trips to Dick’s sporting goods during the holiday season, we realized we still needed to buy a gift card from there for our nephew.  Of course, it is at the mall.  The dreaded mall.  There wasn’t a parking space in sight so Jim decided to pull up in front of the store and run in while the rest of us waited in the car.

Thirty seconds later I see flashing lights behind our car.  Busted by mall security.  I instinctively grabbed for my license as he approached the window, but stopped myself.  Before he could even say a word, I blurted out “I’m sorry sir.  We are just waiting for my husband to come out with our merchandise so we can load it into the car.”

Yes, I blatantly and remorselessly lied in front of my children.  Well, technically I didn’t lie.  I just didn’t tell him what our “merchandise” was.  But I just KNOW the mall cop watched Jim walk out with nothing but a tiny little card and hop in the car.

When we arrived at my in-laws, Jake announces “Mom, tell everyone how you got pulled over on the way here!”

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Jimmy’s #1 item on his Christmas list was a game called “Far Cry.”    Jake used an old game case and Google images to make this…

Far Cry fake out 1

Jimmy didn’t realize it was a prank until he opened it and saw this…

Far Cry fake out 2

(He DID get the actual game later.)

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We don’t put any wrapped gifts under the tree until after the kids go to bed Christmas Eve.  Initially, the reason was to keep curious toddlers from tearing off the pretty shiny paper before Christmas.  Now that they are old enough to know better (in theory), we still don’t put them out until Christmas Eve so the nosey dogs and cats don’t mess them up.

Actually, we don’t put them out until then because I am always up wrapping into the wee hours of Christmas Eve/Morn, but the dog and cat excuse makes me sound less disorganized.

When it is time, I arrange the presents in a beautiful, colorful display under the real (grilled) tree in our family room.  We also have a fake tree in our (never lived in) living room.  This year, when the boys came downstairs Christmas morning, I told them we had decided to put he gifts under the fake tree for a change.  They walked in the living room to find only this…

Naughty tree

They weren’t amused.  Well, Greg was.  Until he realized it wasn’t even real coal in the bag.  Getting coal for Christmas is one thing.  Getting PLASTIC coal is just downright insulting.

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During Christmas break, my blog (lovingly, of course) became the butt of all jokes.  No matter what happened, the response would be “I’m TOTALLY going to blog about that.”

Jimmy enjoyed poking fun at my blog so much, he said he is going to start his own…

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Going to the Elfing Mall

We have an awful, horrible family tradition of going to the mall to see Santa…on Christmas Eve.  To avoid standing in line for hours, we have to get there by 8am.  Now that we have two teens in the house…let’s just say they are less than thrilled about this tradition.

Me: “I know you don’t want to go but I just want a photo of all 4 of you.  You don’t have to sit on Santa’s lap.  Just stand next to the chair.”

Jimmy: “No, I’m sitting ON his lap.  I’m going to make this as uncomfortable for him as it is for me.”

Santa Starbucks bribe
How to get teens to agree to visit Santa at the mall?
Bribery.

Since I didn’t send Christmas cards this year (or last…or the year before…),

here is our Christmas Eve in photos:

Waiting for Santa 1
Me: Greg, scoot closer to Jimmy. Closer. Closer.
Jimmy: Why am I here?
Jake and Eric: GREG!!! MOVE!!!
Waiting for Santa 3
Greg: Why the heck are you yelling at me???
(The finger sticking up is a coincidence.
I think.)
Jimmy: Why. Am. I. Here?
Waiting for Santa 4
Greg: Why is everyone in that huge long line behind us staring?
Jimmy: Because we are freaks.
Waiting for Santa 5
The perfect, happy family.
For a second…
Waiting for Santa 6
Uh. Oh.
Jake has that look in his eye…
Waiting for Santa 7
Jake: Stop what? It’s just a hug.
Jimmy: No. I am NOT hiding a smile.
Waiting for Santa 8
Jimmy (in his best Mom voice): Now boys. This is not a wrestling mat.
Waiting for Santa 9
Greg: And THAT is for yelling at me!
Me: I’m totally blogging about this.
Santa blue background 3
Me: Greg looks like the Peanuts kids when they are singing.
Jake: Yeah, the dirty one!

Charlie Brown Christmas singing

 

 

 

 

 

 

After all the evil glares, Jimmy appears to be the happiest of all to see Santa!
After all the evil glares, Jimmy appears to be the happiest of all to see Santa!

 

Santa Redskins Jerseys
Eric: Hey Greg, wouldn’t it be cool to have a jersey of someone who actually still plays on the team???
Santa after photo 1
All smiles on the way out…
Santa after photo 2
…and then back to life as usual.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Santa Lost His Head. Or Was It Stolen?

One day last week, I spent the day running around like a chicken with my head cut off,  finishing last minute Christmas prep.  I must admit I was so stressed by my to-do list that what I saw when I got home made me lose my head.  And I wasn’t the only one.  I walked in to find this…

Santa destroyed

And this…

Santa peek a boo guilty dogs

I was 100% sure the guilty looking one – Brownie –  was innocent.  I’d have bet money it was Cookie that beheaded my “peek-a-boo Santa.”

I told the kids not to eat Santa’s cookies while I was gone but didn’t think I needed to tell Cookie not to eat Santa.  Lesson learned.

I attempted to prop the head back on…

Santa peekaboo

But kept finding this…

Santa headless

Even when Cookie wasn’t around.

A little research uncovered a disturbing find…SANTA HAS BEEN LOSING HIS HEAD A LOT!

Maybe Cookie really was as innocent as her expression.

I always visualized Santa as calm, cool and collected.  Not rattled by anything.  But, perhaps, he gets just as frazzled as the rest of us.  And loses his head.

Photos on Flickr* show this shocking proof…

Santa lost his head 6     Santa lost his head 1     Santa lost his head 5     Santa lost his head 7     Santa lost his head 2

Apparently he occasionally loses his pants too…

Santa lost his head 3

Sometimes he can be hot headed…

Santa hot headed

Other times he blows his top…

Santa lost his head blew his stack

So does Santa just have a short fuse like the rest of us?

Or is there a dog conspiracy to steal Santa’s head?

Santa lost his head dog 1

Photo: janebretl.com
Photo: janebretl.com

Perhaps we’ll never know for sure…

But I will remind you that Brownie and Cookie are known felons.

Does the photo of them in this post remind you of something you’ve seen before?  (If not, you need to read “To Catch A Thief…Again.”)

Santa peek a boo guilty dogsdogmugshot

<—beheaded Santa

From “To Catch A Thief…Again”—>

P.S.  You can also find videos on You Tube of Santa sans noggin.  But I wouldn’t suggest searching for “Santa Lost His Head” there.  You get some unexpected results.  Including a case of someone who decapitated a man in Santa Maria.  And a video about two turtles humping.  I don’t even want to know WHY that showed up as a match.

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*Photo credit:  All photos not taken by me that don’t have a photo credit listed as a caption can be found on flickr.com on the first page of search results for “Santa lost his head” or “hot headed Santa.”

No Jacket Required

My new computer

I won’t be needing any more coats to warm up my computer.

Either my family has high hopes for Momopolize, or they were just tired of listening to me Freezing outsidecomplain about my old piece of junk computer.  Regardless of the reason, the only thing freezing here today is the road.  (Drive carefully if your roads are icy too!)

My new computer even has a fingerprint recognition thingy (official name).  It makes me feel so Jane Bond.  Even though I’m more of an “I Spy With My Little Eye” type of gal.

I guess I better start working on advertising deals to get Momopolize in the black.  (Can I count the NYC trip to get me out of the red??)   I feel like I should end every post with a current total like they do on the “Two Broke Girls” show.

two broke girls current total

I know I don’t deserve another present, but clicking the link below would be a great gift.  It would make my competitive side very happy.  I’m in 3rd but 1st would make potential advertisers happy also.  And then I could take away the negative sign for my current total. 🙂  Just click and voila.  Done.

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Tomorrow I will post about our Christmas Eve and Christmas Day shenanigans.  Whenever all 6 of us are together for many hours at a time, you can count on some really good blog material. 

Going Blog Wild

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Jim recently asked me what is on my Christmas wish list.  Before I tell you the conversation, a little back story is needed.

My least favorite thing about our house is the master bedroom.  More specifically – the bed.  Our very first purchase when we got married was a new bed.  Our 20th anniversary is in 6 months.  A 20-year-old mattress.  Enough said.

My second least favorite thing about our house is the master bathroom.  It doesn’t have a bathtub.  Just a shower.  Calgon, give me a remodel!  I try to claim that I need a tub for medicinal purposes but I don’t think the insurance company would agree.

Jim: What do you want for Christmas?

Me: I just want big-ticket items, so I’m out of luck this year.

Jim: Like what?

Me: A Bed.  Bath.  And…beyond.

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Since I seem to be in a lyric re-writing mood lately, my version of Steppenwolf’s Born To Be Wild…

Get my ‘puter typing

On the information highway

Looking for blog topics

In the things we do and say

Yeah,  darlin’ gonna write what happened

Hope my family is not disgraced

Pen all my thoughts at once

And post on cyberspace

Like a true attention hog

I was born, born to write blogs

You’ll act like you care

When I over-share

Born to write blogs

Born to write blogs

I realize Born to Run would have been more appropriate to go with the Born to Blog ornament, but you don’t mess with the lyrics of the Boss.  You just don’t.

But I will say…

Writer’s cramps like us, baby we were born to blog.