Cranky Mommy

This is what one of my dear friends did to my yard Xmas Eve (unbeknownst to me).
(click to enlarge the top image)

I’m writing here on a PC using dial-up…what a different world. I miss my own computer already. I had to download Firefox because I was unable to post with Internet Explorer. Anyhow, here’s a few tidbits on my life until I am blogging from home:

What idiotic business would have their presses break down in NOVEMBER, not let you know when you place your order Dec 4 that it could be delayed, not let you know that your order wouldn’t arrive by Christmas - until the 22nd, not have a customer service line to bitch to, and not answer the email you sent to them?
ipads, that’s who.
(recommendation - don’t shop there!)

Tonight, I took T over to see the Xmas Lights and hullaballoo over on 34th Street. Really, you’ve got to see it to believe it. He loved it. I mean, loooooooved it. It was freezing out but he didn’t seem to care, he was just staring in awe at the choo-choo trains and moving dolls and displays and all the lights, and of course now he won’t shut up about it. It’s fun to take little kids to stuff like that and watch their faces light up and grin and stare in delight. However it’s pretty old for me, because I actually used to live on 34th street, on that very block.
Yes, from about 1995 to 1998 we actually lived in the middle (actually, towards the end, that was less decorated) of all the xmas hell. We rented the 3 story, bedroom 1 bath rowhouse for $650 a month - how times have changed. The xmas thing wasn’t as big back then, but it was still big.
Getting parking was a huge mess. The neighbors blasted xmas music until late at night. This half-jew was positively sick of Christmas by the end of the season. Actually, though, Christmastime was not the worst of it. The worst of it was probably Halloween… it’s not just a Christmas street, it’s an every-holiday-under-the-sun street. Everyone and their uncle drives to 34th street to trick-or-treat there, and I remember one year we went through 6 bags of candy before 7 p.m. and when we ran out, we turned off all the lights, went up stairs and hid and pretended we weren’t home.
In 1998 After we got married, we started looking for a home to buy and we could have made an offer on that house on that block, but we knew it was too much xmas. Too much everything! I wonder what T would have thought of all those xmas lights if he’d grown up on that street and seen that stuff every day when we left the house for a few months each winter.

Regarding Our Very Puny Xmas Tree:

When your house is under 600 square feet, everything gets minaturized.

No offense to you people in Arkansas, but what’s in the water over there? This woman is nuts.

Check the last line of the article:

Richardson said her due date is June 25. She plans to make her next parachute jump in August.

I think her surgeon forgot to tighten a few screws.

Last night the room was spinning, I had vertigo. This morning my voice still sounds like one of Marge Simpson’s sisters. My lips are dry and splitting and my left eye is all bloodshot and was crusted shut this morning when I woke up. And the green and bloody mucus is a - flyin.
Since I don’t have a fever we are off to the mall. Watch out for the woman with the swollen neck glands and the red eye though, ’cause she is in a foul mood.

By observing me, you would not be able to tell I grew up in southern California. I don’t have a southern California accent anymore, I don’t have a tan or blonde hair or a nose job or fake boobs. But one part remains southern Californian to the core and that is the part that is sitting and shivering here typing this post.
I am not designed for cold weather. I tell my friends I am “thermostatically challenged” but that really doesn’t describe how cold I am all the time. I spend the winter soaking my feet and hands periodically each day to keep warm. I wear fingerless gloves around the house, which are great for typing. I wear long johns, wool socks, etc. when I go out in the weather, but truly no amount of cold weather gear would ever keep me happy. And it is even worse when I have another fresh new cold like I have now. *sniff*
Screw “seasonal beauty” and all that crap. The snow on the ground here looks pretty for a couple of days, and then looks like iced dirtballs. I’d trade it all for fingers that worked well in the wintertime.
So all you winter lovers in the mid-atlantic region, enjoy our first sizeable, although still wimpy little snowfall, and subsequent ones. Go out and make slushy dirty snowballs and snowmen. Enjoy winter on my behalf. I might make one obligatory snowman with the kid. After that, I’ll send dad out and stay inside and make the cocoa and count off, day by day, the next 4 months.