I still haven’t sent out any Christmas Cards yet this year. Better hurry, I have 6 days left. I do have one made up but I’m not so excited about it. I tried to get one of just the dogs in their holiday garb and it was too hard to hold the bacon in one hand and the camera in the other and keep them from biting my hand off. Here is the result:
But, we are on our way to 2013 and survived the apocalypse. Whatever THAT was. I do think 17 was hoping for a reprieve from school, but the joke’s on her!
Maybe we’ve been left behind.
I even took a shower. Put on a bra. And they STILL didn’t include me. So I guess it didn’t happen.
And, Big Momma’s still here-they would have definitely taken her with. She still makes me feel guilty about going to church. But that’s her job.
So, back to our Christmas.
I live in an area of Atlanta where the kids go on mission trips in the first class section of Delta, get sub woofers for their new BMW’s and take pictures of their haul of Tory Burch and Michael Kors and put them on Instagram. As a friend of mine stated yesterday, obviously we didn’t get the message…
I grew up in a family that never made a huge deal out of the holidays, gift-wise. We got our bikes, Barbie’s, Easy Bake Ovens(and now they are gender neutral??? Do you really want your child to learn how to bake a cake with a LIGHTBULB???REALLY???) and Mickey Mouse watches like everybody else. In high school we typically got the requisite nightgown, ONE LP (Yes– Frampton Comes Alive!) and a pair of Levi’s cords. We thought we were doing pretty good with that. Then, on Christmas night after we had dinner with our families we headed to a local friend’s barn garage were upstairs we would listen to those LP’s and drink copious amounts of beer (the drinking age was 18). We walked home. The local cops would sometimes give us a ride.
I was really lucky to have lived in that small New Jersey town as a teenager.
You want to feel like a crappy parent? Don’t get your teen a car, a MK bag, an iPhone, an iPad, or fancy camera for Christmas. But I confess, 17 asked for some Lily Pulitzer and after a couple of years of shopping in the skank section of the mall I acquiesced. I was so happy to go in to that store and buy that crap you have no idea! My baby is growing up. Now, I need to be able to afford J Crew…
We still do a quiet holiday here. Though 17 would like to have more stuff to open. And we were supposed to go on a trip with BC (the hubs, the pilot) to Paris. Since THAT didn’t happen, we hung here, ate at friends homes, and watched movies on the tube. And, since BC has been texting me pictures of the Eiffel tower – 3 yesterday and a video – I think I am going to short sheet his side of the bed tonight and make my way to the shoe store to make myself feel better.
Merry Christmakuhzaa from the Mermaid!