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Say hey, say vay, say vacation
A mention in Mom’s Daily Dose has prompted me to get off my widening duff and post something on this here Internet weblog I have. See, I am in the middle of the first full week of vacation I have taken since my three months of maternity leave two years ago.
(Note to Canadians, with their full year of government-sanctioned leave: I am so, so jealous.)
Did I mention it was two years ago? And this is the first week of vacation I’ve taken. Lame.
But … vacation time is totally my BFF. So far this week, Iain and Owen and I have spent a few long lazy days at the in-laws’ in PA, napping and drinking hot cocoa and pushing the dog off our laps. We had an awesome Christmas there, and also drove up to visit Owen’s Great-Grandma Millie in the picturesque boonies of Corry, PA. Now we’re spending a few lazy days at my parents’ house, trying out our new Christmas presents and shooting way too many pictures.
I freaking love Christmas.
I also love having a little time away from my job. It’s a great job and a great company, but you know what? TWO YEARS. I don’t love them that much.
Happy holy crap!
I’m supposed to be getting our little fam on the road to Pennsylvania in less than an hour and I haven’t even had dinner yet, much less packed or wrapped a few more presents or tidied the house or any of that other stuff you do when you are prepared for visiting relatives. Aiy-yi-yi. Kippee aiy yay and all that flustered jazz.
This is my last missive until broadband at my parents’ house week, so have a very, very Merry Christmas, friends. As soon as I get my shit done and get to my in-laws’ house, I will too.
What the duck
A link from my dad: Humor for photographers.
The Kim Family benefit and art + craft auction
An auction of fine art + craft to benefit the family of James Kim organized by sisters Lisa Congdon and Stephanie Barnes and their mother Gerrie Congdon. 100% of the auction proceeds will go to the Kim Family Fund. Auction items from the artists listed below will be available for bidding starting January 3, 2007. Bidding ends January 7th.
There is some really gorgeous stuff on there, too, and the money goes to a cause that I know has affected a lot of people (on an emotional level, at least).
Seen on Shimandsons.
No Christmas While I’m Talking
Sorry. Totally stole that from a Walkmen song title. I’m listening to a bunch of Christmas music — some from an indie Xmas mix from the former Miss Domestic and some on woxy.com’s Holiday Mixer stream, which my friend Matt pointed me to.
Global Warming ate my Christmas: How pissed was I earlier this week, trying to get in the holiday spirit while the thermometer crept up toward 70 degrees? I realized my folly this morning as I had to scrape ice off the windshield before leaving for work.
Those crafty Japanese: Seen on MAKE blog: How to use Furoshiki (cloth gift wrapping). Seriously good idea, and very versatile. And it’s got to be better than the cheapass wrapping paper I bought on sale two years ago, which falls apart whenever I look at it sternly (never mind what happens when I bring tape into the room).
My brother did that once: The (Baltimore) Sun had a nice article on the little boy from the BMW commercials — the one issuing screams of joy on Christmas morning as he opened his present. (That video will always make me smile.) It tells how a family video ended up a YouTube sensation and subsequently selling luxury sedans.
Best gifts ever: I don’t think anything tops last year’s present — I’m still enjoying it QUITE a bit — but there have been some winners. When I was five I remember getting Rainbow Brite and Rainbow Brite’s White Horse Thing, Whatever That Was. Me and my brother and sister had chicken pox at the time, which makes photos from that Christmas especially entertaining (essentially: naked kids, covered in sores, frolicking in wrapping paper).
Iain and I exchanged presents last weekend, because I’m impatient like that and he’s indulgent like that. I hope he likes his as much as I am definitely loving mine; this makes two years in a row that he has totally nailed the Christmas gift. It makes me feel all warm and understood and appreciated and stuff.
Holiday stage fright: Last night was Owen’s holiday pageant at school. He, ah, didn’t enjoy performing so much. In fact, he ran screaming from the stage, poor bug. He had a great time going out to eat afterward, though, as did I. It was maybe the third time in his two years on Earth that we’ve gone to a restaurant as a family, and he was totally well-behaved. I mean, as well-behaved as a two-year-old can be. And that is saying a lot, trust me.
All houses should be so tasty: And finally, the photo portion of this essay. Over the weekend we made a gingerbread house, and Owen helped.
The house sustained a little structural damage …
But Owen had fun. And that’s all I cared about.
Best quotes from the entertainment press
To distract you from all that holiday crap you should be doing:AP Picks Celebrity Press ‘Quotes of the Year’, as seen on Editor and Publisher.
I should be a nutritionist
Oatmeal raisin cookies: TOTALLY a breakfast food. You’ve got your grains, your fruits … damn. Might as well have half a dozen, right?
No?
For the love of nog
I am really enjoying Anonymous Coworker’s nog posts.
What, me, unreasonable?
So: Overwhelming panic and despair at the conviction that, because you now have a hole in your skull resulting from the removal of a steel post that was holding your tooth in, you are going to contract an awful infection and die, painfully, leaving your husband bereft, your son motherless, and your flipper fetus baby with pretty poor chances at having a life.
Normal reaction? Or should I maybe lay off the medical dramas?
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