The obligatory Christmas post
The important part of Christmas isn't gifts, or materialism, or candy or whatever. The important part of Christmas is that I just kicked the crap out of my mom at Scrabble, 324-173. This is on top of my momentous victory over both of my parents the other day. W00t!
Anyway, even though the spirit of Christmas isn't presents, that's what I'm going to share now. I got TOOLS for Christmas! Dad and Mom got me a plastic toolbox (which could probably also hold quite a few sewing supplies) and a bunch of wrapped tools inside of it. I'm delighted. These will be useful for when I move to my own place, and hee, I've already used the box cutter (to cut up the box Dad's lamp came in) and the screwdriver (to open the boxcutter to get the blades). Plus, as I said to Dad, "Hooray for going against traditionalo gender roles!" They also gave me a lovely comfy purple shirt & pants loungewear set as well as the pink lacy top I drooled over at Lerner & Co. over Thanksgiving break. In my stocking was a set of combs, these plastic things you put on your toothpaste to squeeze it all to the top so you don't waste anything, and a cutey-cutey frog-shaped clutch/portable jewelry carrier. Sounds like mostly practical gifts? Well, yes, though that's not a bad thing. I was very surprised when the heavy box turned out not to be a piece of furniture to put together with the tools, but...a 17" LCD monitor. ^___________^ Much squeeing commenced. Hooray! I will no longer be in danger of being crushed by my ginmorous heavy monitor!
All in all it was a low-key Christmas, the first without the party at Grandma's & Grandpa's in Fremont. I think Mom enjoyed the relaxation rather than spent time missing them because of it. All I've done today is play FFIX, nap, hot tub, eat dinner/watch American Justice, and earn the aforementioned Glorious Victory in Scrabble. And it's a good thing.
Anyway, even though the spirit of Christmas isn't presents, that's what I'm going to share now. I got TOOLS for Christmas! Dad and Mom got me a plastic toolbox (which could probably also hold quite a few sewing supplies) and a bunch of wrapped tools inside of it. I'm delighted. These will be useful for when I move to my own place, and hee, I've already used the box cutter (to cut up the box Dad's lamp came in) and the screwdriver (to open the boxcutter to get the blades). Plus, as I said to Dad, "Hooray for going against traditionalo gender roles!" They also gave me a lovely comfy purple shirt & pants loungewear set as well as the pink lacy top I drooled over at Lerner & Co. over Thanksgiving break. In my stocking was a set of combs, these plastic things you put on your toothpaste to squeeze it all to the top so you don't waste anything, and a cutey-cutey frog-shaped clutch/portable jewelry carrier. Sounds like mostly practical gifts? Well, yes, though that's not a bad thing. I was very surprised when the heavy box turned out not to be a piece of furniture to put together with the tools, but...a 17" LCD monitor. ^___________^ Much squeeing commenced. Hooray! I will no longer be in danger of being crushed by my ginmorous heavy monitor!
All in all it was a low-key Christmas, the first without the party at Grandma's & Grandpa's in Fremont. I think Mom enjoyed the relaxation rather than spent time missing them because of it. All I've done today is play FFIX, nap, hot tub, eat dinner/watch American Justice, and earn the aforementioned Glorious Victory in Scrabble. And it's a good thing.