OK so today I am blogging from my office couch.
Whitney is at my desk doing her Woody Radio show.
We are having PB and J sammichs.. it’s all good.. I even shared my Throwback Pepsi stash with her.
The Secret Weapon kicked my ass today and at the end he played some new Christmas stuff from the Jigsaw Seen which was pretty much awesome.
I am harassing Whitney from across the room
Maia made this bowl at school with shark teeth and in its mouth are little fishies. I am threatening to bring it in the office. Dyl wants to fill it with real fish, my kids are weird.
I usually text her from across the room and post on her page.. I can do that too , from my kindle while I write.
I meant to blog all this yesterday but I suck and changed my mind.
I am like that lately.
Sunday was Christmas tree day.
Since moving out here to the midwest I am determined to be a real Christmas kinda house. As much as the spirit is gone for me I have given up the addiction to premade holiday crap.. I want the Christmases of my youth. I want a real tree every year.. I want ornaments that the kids can play with. I don’t want a sterile perfect Christmas.
If Christmas is for the kids why do we put up perfect plastic trees with breakable ornaments and perfect decorations.
I want haphazard and fun. I want the Christmases of my youth where I strung popcorn and hung up real cookies. Where the grown up had warm booze on tap and let us kids and teenagers run wild with it all. I was the youngest by 8 years. Cousin Jodie was the next then my brother and Jill, Jodie’s sister.. then the older brother of theirs Jeff was three years older than them.
Tahoe Christmases are what I still dream of when I think of the perfect Christmases.
And I want my kids to have those memories.
So on Sunday we bundled up and headed out to Hensler’s Farm.
The last two previous to this we went to a farm down in the other direction.. They weren’t as friendly.. but it was a u cut tree farm. And apparently we have been told that the owner might not be trusted alone with little kids.
So this year we went to Hensler’s. I had been to Hamlet before and knew about where it was. Last May I took pictures down there. No more than a half hour south.
We put Maia and jack in the back to jumper seats in the cab of the truck and Dyl between us. I do have to admit that Joe eclectic taste in mix tapes gave me a slight agro feeling.. this one had Prokofiev and Judas Priest. The other side wasn’t better.. Howard Jones and Lyle Lovett.
One at a time but not all at once.. ughhh
Jack had a bag in case he barfed.
But I am sure Mai’s feeding him reeses while we drove didn’t help his tummy any.. But he didn’t barf.
I’m proud of the little guy.
Hensler’s was awesome.. had a Santa and both precut and cut your own trees. Was huge.. 2 gift shops where we spent boatloads of money and animals!
The kids had a blast.
We got a cheap precut tree.. I had to seriously talk them down form the 9 foot tree that would not fit in the living room.. we have a little over 8 here folks..
In the gift shop there was this scarf display made by a kid named Max. There was an article on Max. I felt compelled to buy 8 scarves. They were 8 bucks a piece and hand made.. WTG Max..
Max has down syndrome.. he makes scarves and sells them at the farmers market in the summer. He was told by his parents that he would never be self sufficient and they should institutionalize him. They didn’t.. he learned how to be self sufficient with love from his parents.
The scarves aren’t anything special except they were made with love for whoever wears them.
The kids chased some peacocks and all three told Santa what they wanted.. yes even Maia got into the spirit.
Sat on Santa’s lap too.. maybe she is too old for that.. but she did it anyway.. Jack didn’t want too but Santa got it and lifted him up and pout him on his lap and told him it was all ok..
I know that its really a Hensler under the costume but still he did the right thing that day.
On the ride home I held this special wreath I got Joe’s mom and dad on my lap.. forgetting that it was in a coconut husk basket..
as the ability to breathe decreased I thought I was doomed.
The allergy is that bad.
The hives are gone now but that lack of breathing fear remains..
The tree is undecorated.. the kids will fix that today.
7 feet was tall enough. A 21 dollar tree for a priceless Christmas.
Gonna go now and stick that bowl in front of Whitney.. Harass her a bit..