Just so you know, I am also a featured blogger for Hallmark (yeah, I don't HOW that happened either) and just wanted to let you know that I've got a freshly-brewed blog post up today over on Gone Shopping about how celebrating Christmas in July may not be such a bad idea, afterall.
Feel free to stop on by and check it out…when you have time…of course!
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Door busters, early bird specials, late night bonus savings, midnight madness, please take a number, stand in this line, DON’T MOVE, because, we may or may not call you within the next six hours (or, twenty) HOLY HANNAH MONTANA, is it me, or did shopping just get REAL HARD, or something?!?
I know. The thrill of the sale. Never EVER pay full price, if you don’t have to. I get that. In fact, some of my best friends plan AND manage to get ALL of their holiday shopping done, every year, in one blessed day, DAMMIT!
Just, not me.
Nope, I’m THAT annoying lady, digging in her shoulder bag with one hand, flipping through the sale flier with the other, swearing up and down that she JUST had the stupid CVS coupon in her hand, a minute ago, AND she’s standing RIGHT in front of you, too, DAMMIT!
Yep, I am ALL about making last minute shopping decisions and NOT just because I suffer from FDD (financial deficit disorder) or the lack of poor planning, or less than perfect organizational skills, either.
Nope, in our house, we just wait for something to blow up THEN we go shopping!
[sound of running feet]
“Now, what happened?”
Except, this passed Friday.
“OH…MY…GAWD…WHAT…IS…THAT…SMELL!!!”
The dog blew up.
“QUICK! Where did you put all those sale papers?!?”
Aaaand, Garth (not his real name) went shopping.
“But, it’s 1:00 o’clock in the morn…[GAG!]…they’re on the mantel!”
Then again, we NEEDED to clean the carpet, sooner or later.
“HOLY HANNAH MONTANA!!!”
Aaaand, the Doofus-Dawg just saved us 40% on a new rug shampoo machine.
“Is that his spleen?!?”
BLECH! Thanks to our family and friends, who insisted on slipping the dog “just a quick taste” under the table, we just experienced our first “belly buster sale.”
[cue crickets, chirping]
Can’t WAIT to see what I get…next year…stupid Thanksgiving!!!
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Bud and Pam’s 1st Thanksgiving 2008
Over the years, I’ve grown accustomed to having family over for the holidays and, as the kids get older, I find myself worrying less about the table setting (nope, it doesn’t match) or, the food preparation (yes, some of it comes out of a can) not to mention, I don’t bother too much about making lists, anymore (seriously?) or, worry whether I’ve managed to hunt down each and every dust bunny (they’re sort of like pets, really and I’ve even named a few) or not.
Because, no matter how my husband, Garth [not his real name] and I try, we’ve come to accept the simple fact that, with a family as big as ours (direct and extended) somethings just don’t go right and, before you can say, “Pass the potatoes,” someone’s puking all over your nice, clean and shiny floors.
Last year?
I pretty much insisted that I would not mind it, in the least, if my brother and his wife, you know, did Thanksgiving.
Because, in our house, it isn’t the holidays unless someone in the family is sick or is scheduled for a surgical procedure, like tomorrow.
Although, my middle girl, Heather (she’s 13) is STILL dealing with the same danged creeping crud (WAY better than I have, I might add) it seems to have gone into hibernation.
[knocking on wood until knuckles bleed]
So, the rest of my kids are getting used to learning how to share, rather than compete, for our attention (unfortunately, these days, everything is viral) and my parents, well, they’re getting older, too.
Each year, we get to spend together, however difficult, unplanned, or imperfect, IS a gift.
All things considered, along with a few things I haven’t bothered to mention (you’re welcome) I am very thankful that this passed year wasn’t, you know, any worse.
This week?
My brother got some really bad news (cancer can #suckit) and then, with the help of some of our closest Internet friends (yeah, I’m surprised that he friended me on Facebook, too) my brother gave cancer a BIG old-fashioned Jersey bitch-slap, it deserves.
HOOAH!
Although, we probably won’t be able to see him and my SIL on Thursday (stupid cancer) I am thankful to know that they are, at least, you know, within spitting distance.
[hocks-a-loogie]
Today?
I’m pretty much ready to take back Thanksgiving and
make that bitch mine.
“Strep test came back negative, but there’s a lot of puss on his tonsils and, well, it could be mono.”
Glen is home with…um…something…so, we’re waiting and hoping his fever breaks, before Thursday and well, just remember to call first, okay?
“Mom, it’s up to 103!!!”
Um…OH!…look over there!
[sniff-sniff]
“Are we still having Thanksgiving?”
Did you happen to notice my nice shiny clean floors?
“Oh yes, there WILL be turkey, dammit!!!”
[hocks-a-loogie]
Have a Happy Thanksgiving — or a reasonable facsimile, thereof.
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In kindergarten, I used to call her Mini-me!
I’m starting my new job, today (YIKES!) and, well, Garth [not his real name] took the day off and, since the kids had him last Thursday and Friday, too (love when he surprises us, like that) today, I get to keep him all to myself!!!
Until, I have to go to work…wait, it’s been 16 years…let me just say that again:
I HAVE TO GO TO WORK (like, leave the house and get paid real money) I mean!
So, I’ve been cleaning out my archives (since, it’s easier than switching out the drawers and closets, really) and invite you to share in a Classic This Full House (from when Hope was in kindergarten) and, well, it’s sort of comforting to know that not much has changed.
Except, I use my youngest daughter’s real name (she asked me to) instead of her blog name (Mini-me) and she’s in the…[cough]…3rd grade…[choke]…now!
Okay, and maybe…juuuuuust, maybe…I spell-checked-it a few times, first.
YOU’RE WELCOME!!!
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