The Long Christmas Weekend
So Meeces came and spent Christmas with my family.
It started off swimmingly as we both got to church at exactly the same time (15 minutes late) from different directions. Here I am, waiting for this car coming down the hill to pass so I can turn into the parking lot and the car goes slower and slower before finally turning into the parking lot I was waiting for.
Without a turn signal.
And there I am glowering and saying aloud. "Nice turn signal. Asshole. ... Oh, that's Meeces!"
A perfect start.
So we go to church because that's what my family does on Christmas Eve. My youngest sister was with her boyfriend's family in Sacramento. My younger sister was at the hospital with her friend who had gone into labor (she was the birth coach) and my brother and his family were in Sonora with his in-laws. Other brother (not actually a brother but close enough to the family to be considered such) was there with his family so after church we went to the memorial garden and we all shared a Coor's Light with Dad.
So then we went home and had chili and opened our presents. This was the Christmas of gift shifts because every time another family member came home we did another round of gifts. As the weekend went on the house got more crowded. There was lots of Guitar Hero: World Tour and Rock Band to be played. Meeces worked hard at becoming Mick Fleetwood and earned the wrath of my brother for putting her own spin on 'Hot for Teacher.'
We played games, drank mimosas, drank my Special Christmas Cocoa, watched movies, ate turkey and pie and cookies. And Meeces and I came up with a brilliant animated series starring Duran Duran as agents of New W.A.V.E. It's a cross between Johnny Quest/Where in the World is Carmen San Diego/Dungeons & Dragons/G.I. Joe and possibly Thundercats.
John has a mystical raven friend. Bob Geldof is the spiritual advisor. There will be a benefit undersea concert Merm-Aid. Bono is constantly being kidnapped. Adam Ant is the awesome fun villain while Human League are the insidious villains. And wherever Sting goes woodland creatures follow and flowers bloom.
It's just a license to print money!!
So Meeces got a hefty dose of the Schultze Family Christmas which KJ once likened to a celebration on a TV show and apparently Meeces agrees with this because she facebooked that she was having a Waltons Christmas.
We WERE on a hillside/mounting. But there was no 'Good night John Boy' anywhere. We do not live outside of Charlottesville, VA. Nor do we whittle our presents to each other. (I painted Jess a present but there was no further whittling involved.)
I scored a hefty dose of leopard print clothing and lots of wonderful things I asked for and was pleasantly surprised by.
Good times... good times...
It started off swimmingly as we both got to church at exactly the same time (15 minutes late) from different directions. Here I am, waiting for this car coming down the hill to pass so I can turn into the parking lot and the car goes slower and slower before finally turning into the parking lot I was waiting for.
Without a turn signal.
And there I am glowering and saying aloud. "Nice turn signal. Asshole. ... Oh, that's Meeces!"
A perfect start.
So we go to church because that's what my family does on Christmas Eve. My youngest sister was with her boyfriend's family in Sacramento. My younger sister was at the hospital with her friend who had gone into labor (she was the birth coach) and my brother and his family were in Sonora with his in-laws. Other brother (not actually a brother but close enough to the family to be considered such) was there with his family so after church we went to the memorial garden and we all shared a Coor's Light with Dad.
So then we went home and had chili and opened our presents. This was the Christmas of gift shifts because every time another family member came home we did another round of gifts. As the weekend went on the house got more crowded. There was lots of Guitar Hero: World Tour and Rock Band to be played. Meeces worked hard at becoming Mick Fleetwood and earned the wrath of my brother for putting her own spin on 'Hot for Teacher.'
We played games, drank mimosas, drank my Special Christmas Cocoa, watched movies, ate turkey and pie and cookies. And Meeces and I came up with a brilliant animated series starring Duran Duran as agents of New W.A.V.E. It's a cross between Johnny Quest/Where in the World is Carmen San Diego/Dungeons & Dragons/G.I. Joe and possibly Thundercats.
John has a mystical raven friend. Bob Geldof is the spiritual advisor. There will be a benefit undersea concert Merm-Aid. Bono is constantly being kidnapped. Adam Ant is the awesome fun villain while Human League are the insidious villains. And wherever Sting goes woodland creatures follow and flowers bloom.
It's just a license to print money!!
So Meeces got a hefty dose of the Schultze Family Christmas which KJ once likened to a celebration on a TV show and apparently Meeces agrees with this because she facebooked that she was having a Waltons Christmas.
We WERE on a hillside/mounting. But there was no 'Good night John Boy' anywhere. We do not live outside of Charlottesville, VA. Nor do we whittle our presents to each other. (I painted Jess a present but there was no further whittling involved.)
I scored a hefty dose of leopard print clothing and lots of wonderful things I asked for and was pleasantly surprised by.
Good times... good times...