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Oh Little Christmas Tree, Will Jack Pee on Thee?
The last time I wrote in my blog, I was wrapped up in a blanket of depression. Thanksgiving was calm, just Dad and I, but I was depressed that my kids and grandkids weren’t with us just like every holiday for the last 8 years. We were able to have lunch out the Saturday following Thanksgiving with my son, his wife, and my newest grandbaby, though. That helped my mood and I have tried very hard ever since to have a little more holiday cheer.
I really despise Christmas. I was never crazy about the concept but always made memories with my kids when they were growing up. Following old family traditions and creating a few of my own, we always had a good time. I’m not a religious person, nor will I ever be, but my kids were taught that the reason we celebrate Christmas is Jesus. Funny though, December 25th isn’t even the correct birthdate, but I digress.
Christmas has become so commercialized that it just sucks the life out of me. People have become so greedy and they’ve raised their kids to be greedy little monsters, too. Not all, but I’m sure you know the ones. This year I have done all of my shopping online. Why go out and deal with the greed, crowds, and noise? I’m keeping everything small and simple this year. Just a few gifts, some homemade, some store bought will be placed around a 2 ft. tree (ordered online) on my kitchen table draped with a purple tablecloth. The tree will have a few purple lights to make it more festive but the large white tree and all of my ornaments and decor will stay in storage. I just don’t have the energy for that much hoopla. Especially since the house won’t be full of kids and grandkids, maybe just my son and his little family, or maybe…just cats….which leaves me with the thought, will Jack pee on my little tree? He’s the only cat that goes outside and he’s been neutered, but I have seen him mark his territory outside on trees, my car, the side of the house, etc. I’ll let you know how my little tree fares. As for Christmas eats… I will try my damnedest to do my traditional Christmas Eve pizza, pizza balls, and popcorn cake, all homemade. Christmas Day dinner will include ham and not sure what else yet, but lots of goodies for snacking. (Isn’t that the best part anyway?) Keep your fingers crossed that my pain level stays…well, level with no spikes for at least that week of Christmas.
I’m taking a break (for the most part) from social media and blogging. I want to change the look of my blog, so I hope to do a little work on it during the next few weeks. I will leave you now with a few Christmas funnies (since I’ve missed the last 2 weeks of Friday’s Funnies) and who knows, I may just have another installment of these before Christmas! Enjoy!
Have a great week, everyone!
Not My Turn….
It never fails.
Last night, I brought dad a Boost nutritional shake to go with his pizza bites. I swear, it’s like he’s a little kid. He doesn’t want vegetables. “I get tired of vegetables all the time,” he says. How can he get sick of veggies if he never eats them? He will rarely eat a salad. He eats garbage. And wonders why he has digestive issues.
Anyway, I shook his shake and loosened the lid, as I always do. He has trouble getting them open sometimes. I always tell him that I opened it for him already. Last night, he forgot. He shook the shit out of it and chocolate shake went all over his lap, and on the carpet. He got up and I couldn’t help but laugh! It was all over him. Good grief.
Today, I reheated the stew from the other night. He said he was fine with that for lunch. I actually got him to eat a small salad, too!! Since I’m still trying to lose weight, I decided to have a salad with my Nutrisystem White Cheddar Mac n Cheese for lunch. I gathered up spoons, forks, napkins, and our food and wheeled it into the living room on my handy lunch trolley. I thought Dad might want seconds, so I put the lid on to keep the stew hot.
After we finished lunch, Dad starts to wheel the dishes back to the kitchen on the trolley. He asked me, “Are you cooking something?” I said, “No,” and before I could say anything else he says, “Did you know you left the burner on the stew?” OMG. What an idiot I am. I got up to see what the damage was. Holy Bon Jovi. I burnt the royal shit out of that stew!!! The veggies and meat were all stuck on the blackened pan bottom…..and absolutely no broth left! How can I be so stupid? Good grief.
I told Dad later, “It’s your turn.” “What?” he asked. I reminded him of his Boost bath last night, and mentioned me burning the stew today. I said, “It’s your turn to screw something up now.” He said with a chuckle, “Yeah, I guess it is my turn!”
It just never fails around here. I think I need to keep notes because every time I turn around one of us has screwed something up. Good grief.