Christmas For The Family Next Door To The Gaudy Lights
The internet loves them.
The news stations flock to see them.
It’s supposed to be an enormous display of Christmas Spirit.
But, living across the street from one of those “Lights Synchronized To Music” fiascos is really, really getting on my nerves and they’ve only been up for a day.
Yesterday morning when John and I left to go get our errands done, there were ten or so cars parked across the street. I assumed they were having some sort of party and when we got home last night, we discovered that they had done just that. Had a party. A Christmas Lights That Can Be Seen From The Space Station Party.
Apparently, they’d invited friends and family to come on over and help them get their display in order. They were up well into the night configuring, adjusting and overall fidgeting with their display - with the music blaring from concert sized speakers in their drive way.
Now - I’m all about the Christmas Spirit. Like many of you, I’ve driven around looking for awesome displays and had a blast doing it. But I’ve never lived on the same street as one of these newsworthy displays of Holiday Cheer. I have to say, I’m not a fan.
I’m not a fan of the traffic, which goes down my road, loops around and comes back up the road that dead ends in my driveway, shining their headlights in my living room window for hours on end. I’m not a fan of the horns. The endless honking and beeping of horns as people, rubbernecking to see the display, forget that there are other people who live on the street - they back out of their driveways, they walk their dogs, their children play on the sidewalks. The music. Over and over and over and over again - the same song. From speakers. Now, they do have the FM Transmitter thing going on, but between the hours of 5 and 8 PM - they have it blaring from their garage. Did I mention I’m not a fan?
I have nothing against Christmas, Holiday cheer or even Christmas lights. I swear I don’t.
I just don’t like it when it looks gaudy like Tammy Faye Baker’s eye make up on a late night televangelist informercial.
I’d write more, but I really do need to go and put the Aluminum Foil I just got at the store up on the windows before I go to bed. I have a strange feeling, regardless of what I do, the feeling of sleeping in a disco will last until the New Year. Arg. Pray for my co-workers.
Another One Of Those Posts I Can’t Title
It started like this.
I wrote eight paragraphs updating everyone on my health, why we’re not going to have a Christmas tree this year and the fun and festivities that is a work Christmas party - but then I read it. I read it and I hated it and I deleted it. It sucked.
So here we are.
My health is well. The Dr. gave me the thumbs up and said see you in three months. That’s good news. There was even some talk of port removal in six months. I’ve come a long way from where I was back in August. Boy howdy.
Christmas cards are done. I didn’t get to order them online like I had wanted, because they would have been to late. Instead, I got normal every day Christmas cards and stuffed a picture in it. Merry Christmas.
I finally committed to what I am going to do for Christmas. We’ve already pretty much decided that we’re going to hold off on doing anything ‘big’ and that’s cool, I’m ok with that - but there was one tiny problem. Last year, we had to throw our Christmas Tree out because we’d sprayed it down with some cat repellant stuff that did any and everything but actually repel the cats. Including, but not limited to, making all of us sicker than heck. So, if we were going to have a tree, I was going to have to not only buy one, but buy EVERY THING that makes a Christmas Tree a Christmas Tree. Like ornaments. Lights. Stuff like that. Also? I’m not 100% sure John didn’t throw out the Christmas Stockings last year too…
It’s just to much.
So, a family meeting was had. A decision made. This year, we would not have a Christmas Tree.
I hate it.
Other than all that, today was the company Christmas Party and fun times were to be had! It was nice seeing spouses and chatting with everyone.
That’s it. You want to know what? I want to delete this to, but I won’t. Thanks for reading it, even though it’s bleh.
Family Picture Time - Everyone Groan…
If you’re a regular reader of the blog, then you know that Sunday was family picture day and as I wrote about last night, it went about as well as you’d expect. There were tears, forced smiles, bad hair and one very irritated mom. Ah the joy of subjecting your family members to this annual legalized form of abuse. At any rate, the photographer, who was fantastic by the way, mailed me a DVD of the finished images and I got them today. She managed to get 71 different shots and I’m sure all 71 were great - except only 25 of them actually made it on to the disk - 46 of them some how got corrupted and all I got were zero byte files.
Anyway, I thought I’d share a couple of the ones that we did get. They turned out ok, but as you can see…Jerrett’s doing that “I’m at the dentist, not getting my picture taken” smile, which really irritates me.
As you can see here, we’re just overjoyed to be having our photos taken. I mean, I guess at least I’m smiling, right?
I’m really not a big fan of getting my picture taken, but I realize with family living so far away, sometimes I just have to haul off and make it happen.
I like the above better. We look sort of human there, don’t you think? I can’t wait to get the others, I think they’ll have some pretty decent ones. The one I like to call the “Duck Poop Shot” - otherwise known as the picture where Jerrett laid down in the duck crap and got it on his pants…I think that one will turn out to be great. Hopefully we’ll get them before this weekend, the deadline for actually ordering our Christmas cards for the family 
[ETA: YES! Those were taken on Sunday. Like in December. Yes, those are PALM TREES and yeah, it was BEAUTIFUL outside. Also? Wordpress 2.7 is awesome.]
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