Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and Turkey Snot!

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I really hope I can do much better in 2008 at keeping up with my blog.  Things just got way too hectic there in the final months of 2007, as I’m sure they did for everyone.  I’m so ready to get back to a normal schedule though.  Everything gets off kilter, doesn’t it? 

So, Christmas was very nice.  Jake was so excited about Santa’s visit.  He got his first taste of unwrapping a gift this year at my dad’s when we had our Christmas dinner with him and my stepmom.  My dad is remodeling our old home place, as we call it, and for the first time in quite a while, there was a Christmas tree in the living room!  My grandmother, who was born in the house, was thrilled.  We all helped decorate.  We had great steaks for dinner and German chocoloate cake that was too good for words.  There was one gift under the tree, “To Jake, From Papa and Nana.”  Jake was beside himself.  Finally we let him open it up and inside was something the boy had wanted since he first saw the movie Cars: Mia and Tia, the twins!  Now tell me why out of all the cars in that movie and all the cars made that first year after the movie was released, Jake wanted the twins.  We had to tell him they didn’t make them at the time, and he seemed to be okay with all the others he had, only randomly mentioning Mia and Tia.  This year they release a lot of the other cars in the movie, the twins being part of the new releases.  We couldn’t find them in the store so we hit e-bay.  Got the things, paying way too much, and I told my dad if he wanted to, he could pay me and give them to Jake.  I knew they be a hit.  Here’s Jake’s face after opening that gift. 

 

 Honestly, the moment was enough to make a mommie tear up, just the innocence of my son being so excited.  It was great.  Oh, I know it’s not about the gifts and giving a child everything he wants is never a good idea, but you know what I mean.  There are just some things you wanted as a child that when you got them, the excitement was overwhelming.  I could probably name a couple of things, myself.

We spent Christmas Eve at my mom’s. It was nice and my mom always tries to give us things we want and need.  The thing that kind of messed up our night was my mom’s husband.  He was in a total asshole mood.  My sister brought her “friend” (as she says they are) and for some reason, be it that Phil intimidates my mom’s husband or what, mom’s hubby was a jerk about it.  He barely spoke to Jake, which Jake of course didn’t understand.  He was just an ill-ass.  Phil seems to be a good guy, he’s smart, and he has helped my sister a lot.  I have no problem with him and neither does anyone else in our family.  Don’t you just love it when a family member has his butt on his shoulders about something?  It really made for a “fun” night. 

Once Jake and I finally got home, it was to bed with him and Santa dropped off the stash.  Our plan was to get up and get dressed and then get Jake up.  We have to be at my grandmother’s fairly early for breakfast and gifts so I was up at 5:30.  When I woke Jake up, saying “Let’s see if Santa came,” he rubbed his eyes and said, “Merry Christmas, Mom.”  Gosh!!  How sweet is this child? 

Then we were off to my grandmother’s for a great breakfast and fun time with family.  After that it was back home to cook a Christmas dinner for Pat, her dad and myself and Jake.  It turned out to be our first Christmas dinner fiasco!   My dressing (stuffing) was awful because I didn’t have enough of the spices I needed.  And then- are you ready for this?- I told Pat she could get her dad to carve the turkey or she could do it if she wanted.  I said this last part because her dad had a terrible cold.  Poor man was dripping like a faucet and nothing was helping.  So as a subtle hint, I threw in the “or you can do it.” part.  As further proof that Pat doesn’t hear half of what I say, she goes to get her dad to carve the bird.  Then SHE goes into a high-gear sphincter tightening nauseating panic about him dripping on the bird.  I tell her she obviously didn’t hear the last part of what I said about her carving the turkey and she kept whispering to me about him so I finally said either deal with it or tell him you’ll do it.  Finally, she goes over and says, “You aren’t going to drip on the bird are you?”  “No,” the poor man says.”  Pat: “You just did!”  Him: “Did I?”  Pat tries to tell him to cut off of the top of the turkey and not down on the area where he supposedly dripped.  Well he does, but he lets the pieces fall to the platter into the “drippings” and so needless to say that 13 pounds turkey wasn’t eaten.  And it looked so freaking good, too!   Nice, right?  Anyone for giblet gravy??

New Year’s Eve was spent at home, although for some really odd reason I was in a going out mood.  I would have loved to have gotten dressed up and gone out to get tipsy, but I resigned myself to staying home, scrapbooked some, and then we watched some X-treme biker make a 322 feet jump across a football field in Las Vegas just before watching the ball drop.  Woo hoo.  Jake stayed up with us and toasted the New Year with some OJ.  Five minutes later he was asleep and so was everyone else except yours truly, natch!  LOL

Over at TallyScrapper, there was a great cyber crop going on all weekend and through New Year’s Day.  Talk about a blast!  I got a couple of pages done and one mini book that I am really proud of.  I’ll post these later since I’ve got to get back to work, but for now HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!  Here’s to a Scrappy 2008!

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