Christmas is around the corner... and finally I'm able to enjoy the billions of little things that make it so special. First I had to get WORK behind me. A large order (so nice to come by) was placed by a client two days ago and I've been hustling to get the mountain of paperwork DONE. (Paperwork is not fun for me, and this order alone required about 20 purchase orders, with incredible detail on each line. One mistake can cost me big bucks!) Working from home is something I really enjoy most of the time, but the down side is that it's always there... a room away, a few feet away, the stack of things to be done. But now, I'm officially CLOSED for the REST OF THE YEAR! Yes, it must be true, because the greeting on my answering machine says so! It's the best feeling, a kind of freedom that frees all my energies for things most important.
Growing up we had a "Christmas house"... all the decorations and lights outside, lots of special baking, loads of presents and a great big tree inside, and seven stockings up the staircase. It might sound very "Norman Rockwell", but it wasn't! It was chaotic, loud, crazy, messy and wild, but so much fun. My mother LOVED Christmas, loved to shop all year for presents for us... always with coupons, S&H stamps or sales of course. We were naughty more than nice. (Oh, all right, since Santa is watching I better not stretch the truth... I was naughty more than nice. My siblings were angels of course, ha ha ha ha... ) I recall fondly all the memories of my youth, but have kept my own decorating modest.
Surpise... !
Taking pictures of the tree, I caught myself reflected in the balls!
It feels good to make things special for my family. The pretty things I was working on, jewelry and bookmarks, are all finished. I still have the "Grinch gift" to make for my brother-in-law, Jeff.
Jeff - My Nemesis
Jeff and I have had an ongoing battle between us for 25 years and give each other the nastiest, most disgusting, distasteful, crudest gag gifts you ever saw. We will poke fun at every conceivable body part and body funtion, worse than school children. We pick on each other mercilessly. Every 4th of July he puts at least three ice cubes down my back when I'm not watching and threatens to drip hamburger juices on my veggie burger when he's grilling. He is HORRIBLE! I'm not sure how this started. My sister, Kathy, is the sweetest, most gentle person. She did nothing to instigate this ugly scenario, she washes her hands of it each year. It's out of control now, each Christmas the gag gifts get worse than the year before. I'm going to make (out of styrofoam, paint and mixed media) two pruney looking, crusty, hairy balls, stick them on a barbeque fork and attach a note... "Jeff's nuts roasting on an open fire..." Oh my... how rotten, how deliciously MEAN!
I'm naughty, wicked to the core, my heart shrinking a few sizes each year... but I can't help myself, ha ha ha ha.... this will be GOOD!
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