Christmas lessons
apache and arsey :: da ‘brook :: christmas eve 2007
I haven’t liked Christmas in a very long time. To me, all the gift giving is such a hassle. Wrong sizes, wrong colors, gift cards to places we’d never go…never mind that on our end we have lost gift cards and mispicked orders sent to us. I’d much rather spend the time just being with my family and friends than worry about whether or not they like the contents of the boxes. But every year, I get a little better with it. This year, I’m actually listening to Christmas songs. Granted, it took me until 3 PM today to fire up the iTunes playlist, but they’re on.
Every year, I also tend to learn a valuable lesson. Normally, they’re of the personal sort and related to my status as an orphan, but this year I actually learned some lessons worth sharing. Enjoy!
Things NOT to say during your Christmas vacation:
1) One more game! (Said during hour 2 of a 6 hour Lego Star Wars marathon)
2) Holy cow, is this sweater fugly! (Yeah. It really is.)
3) Do I look like a girl? (Wonder Hubby ofter opening a package containing a very feminine looking Halloween t-shirt.)
4) C’mon, you wuss, let’s go! (Wii Sports - Boxing, after I won a match, and lost the next two.)
5) I don’t need a level! (Apparently, I DID need a level to hang the corkboard. Whoops.)
Things not to buy with Christmas money:
A freakin’ Nintendo Wii. That thing is such a major time suck. Plus the active games, like Wii Sports, are really ACTIVE. We’re still sore after a few games of tennis, baseball and the previously mentioned boxing matches.
Things to buy with Christmas money:
1) A Keurig B60 We have one of these at work and while I love it, I was never going to buy one - I mean a buck fifty for a freakin’ coffemaker?!?! I became converted after 4 days in a row of washing out a coffee pot for one cup of coffee. It should be here soon!!!!
2) A Circa Zip Folio Since I’ve finally decided to become a true grownup (wearing suits to work every day creates a different mind frame than my usual jeans and sweaters…), I decided to buy a nice cover for my beloved Circas.