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Uny and her family reduced me to tears this evening. In a good way. :)
So, for those of you who don't know, Uny went back to California about a week ago to visit her family, and I was good-naturedly pouting about it. "You don't love me. :( You're leaving me with my family all by myself for Christmas." And very seriously had been contemplating whether or not I was going to get a Christmas tree at all.
Well, if I was, it was going to have been on Thursday (I had 20 bucks to my name at that point. :\ ). And I didn't, and then we got snow out the wazoo, and while I had been paid, I did also get snowed in at my sister's house, so um. No tree then, either.
I don't do the whole 'get your tree right after Thanskgiving' crap, because I don't want Christmas right on the heels of turkeyday, but I think I'm going to have to start setting a 'get your tree now or never!!!' date, because I fully intended to get one, I just never had time.
So on Saturday, in the midsts of the snow, I was staring at Tif and Rob's very fake, very tall tree and going ".... I really don't feel that bad, actually," partly because it was true, and partly (let's be honest here) to convince myself. And I didn't tell anyone this. I did tell them that I was considering just not having a Christmas tree, since all my coworkers kept asking if I had one up yet, and they all got affronted. I'm like, um, okay, but I have no one to put presents under it for, so really what's the point? :\ Right?
I'm not complaining, by the way. This is just the way I think. XD Like, in a cynical grumpy kind of way. I am resigned to not having one.
So I come home from work today, and there's a large box on my stairs. Someone in Uny's family very graciously bought us a new PS2 (I use 'new' in a relative term here, because I don't know whether it's actually!factory new or preowned and refurbished or what, but presumably it will work, and any amount of workitude will be preferential to the non-workitude of our current system, which died about two days before Thanksgiving, much to our annoyance. >_> And my continued weight gain. e_e; ), and I went '!!! o_o box = ps2?!?!', but then my eyes landed on the word 'PERISHABLE' on the bottom of it.
And I went 'o_O Playstations are NOT perishable. WTCrack, company?' and picked it up on my way upstairs and started reading the label for it.
I pause at this point in the narrative to note that my father has threatened me that he's putting a present for Uny and I in the mail, something we will both enjoy, but god knows what it is, so I went 'Well, maybe it's from Dad? o_O?' and looked at the shipping label. It was addressed to 'L. Buck' at my address.
Now, I get pissed off when people misspell my name. It's a little thing, but in my opinion, it shouldn't be hard to remember L-I-N-D-S-A-Y, and not -ey, or -ea, or -zee, or whatever. But then again, I spent a year in college with an entire floor of girls, and three of them were different spellings of "LINDSAY", so I roll my eyes, because -ey is evidently more populous than -ay, much to my annoyance growing up that I could never find any 'personalized' items at a store with my name on them. e_e;
So to cut a long rant shorter (just a hair), I tell all my online friends to just address things to 'L. Buck', also because I dislike my own name very much (my mother wanted to name me Lucy, which I prefer. Hell, I prefer the 'horrible' nicknames she gives me to my given name - Flynn was one, and Gertrude, and whatever; she also calls me Lucy sometimes. :) Which makes me happy. ), and I prefer people I actually choose to like to call me L rather than Lindsay, especially since I'm slowly growing out of 'Lilu' (I'm taking a shine to my family calling me Leelee, thanks to my sister. :) My nieces and nephews all know me as Leelee now. :D ), so all mail from outside my family is L Buck.
I kind of think my father knows how to spell my name. e_e; I mean, the man flakes sometimes and thinks I'm my sister ("Lindsay, how are my granddaughters?" ... "Um. wrong daughter, Dad. XD;"), but he never out-and-out misspells my name.
So I stare at this shipping label in confusion. I had been warned by Uny to expect something else in the mail that I'm not allowed to open until Christmas, but this is from Home Depot and has 'PERISHABLE' and 'THIS SIDE UP' written all over it. o_O
So I take a chance and call Uny. "I got a box today," I tell her. "I don't know if it's from you or from my father. It's from Home Depot."
"You should open it! :D!!!" she says.
So I do, while teasing her about something.
And inside, amidst brown paper wrapping and a really ridiculously shiny red aluminum pot, is a TINY Christmas tree. I'm talking, the pot and everything is two feet tall. And I use the term 'tree' lightly. It's tree shaped, but this object is so not a tree. It's a shrubbery. And it came with a tiny strand of twenty standard Christmas lights and a crapton of the most ginormous and hideous straw christmas ornaments you have ever seen.
I was in tears. I hardly ever cry unless I'm pissed. XD; I thanked her and her mom like fifty BILLION times. :)
And then, I moved the kerosene lamp and my Snow White snowglobe off the tiny table in the dining room so I could set up the tiny!nottree. XD I think last year our Christmas tree was named Doug or Ferdinand. This year, its name is definitely Friedrich. :D I don't know why. Things name themselves at me.
So I 'decorated' this 'tree'. And I could not take it seriously because it was just trying too hard to be a legitimate tree. So I took off about half the straw ornaments (which are cute in their own right, but downright hideous surrounded by nothing but evergreen and flourescent pink and green lights... >_>; ), and went to my basement and fished out my boxes of Christmas things. :D
So now I have a kinda!tree that is seriously covered in ornaments (You have to look really hard to find any green on this thing. XD; ). I put on the stuffed geese and kittens ornaments my mom made. I put on the hideous palm-sized crocheted snowflakes my nana made. I put on my wax pony and the raccoon with sleighbells and the birdfeeder and the nine foot long christmas bell garland and a hideous crocheted angel that I hate on top. XD;; And more things. And lots of things just were too damned big for this tree, so my windowsill is also covered in Christmas detritus. :D
I dislike Christmas very much, because it's a lot to do with the family and the drama now. I adore Christmas trees if you do them right, with all the stupid mis-matched ornaments. My sister, in my opinion, does her tree all wrong. Hers matches. Everything is white and silver. And while that's great and all, it also winds up looking a little lot .... forced. The charm of Christmas trees, in my opinion, is that they're an expression of who you are and who your family is. I have inherited some awesomely hideous ornaments over the years. :) I even put one Uny got/made last year on the sorta!tree (the gift tag from Kate? :D ), because she's part of this house, and part of this family, too. :)
So there.
And yes, internet, I know the mantra. "Pix or it didn't happen!!!1! :D!!!" But it'll have to wait until Uny gets back from California. While I found my camera, I also found that it cannot move the wheel off 'display' anymore. Which is OK I guess, considering that it's well over six years old. But frustrating nonetheless. *SHRUG*
:D
I have a Christmas explosion in one tiny corner of my living room. X3!!!!
ETA: I spent the last hour decorating this thing and continously giggling to myself going "yes, it needs MOAR. More is more! :D! Oh, it's so wonderfully hideous!" And it is. :D I can't wait for the cats to kill it or for Uny to come home in x days and see. XD!!!
ETA2: This entry, for those who give a damn, is as long as my tag cloud. o_o For those of you who have seen my tag cloud, THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS MEANS.
... It means I write a lot. XD Yes. *go clean kitchen!*
So, for those of you who don't know, Uny went back to California about a week ago to visit her family, and I was good-naturedly pouting about it. "You don't love me. :( You're leaving me with my family all by myself for Christmas." And very seriously had been contemplating whether or not I was going to get a Christmas tree at all.
Well, if I was, it was going to have been on Thursday (I had 20 bucks to my name at that point. :\ ). And I didn't, and then we got snow out the wazoo, and while I had been paid, I did also get snowed in at my sister's house, so um. No tree then, either.
I don't do the whole 'get your tree right after Thanskgiving' crap, because I don't want Christmas right on the heels of turkeyday, but I think I'm going to have to start setting a 'get your tree now or never!!!' date, because I fully intended to get one, I just never had time.
So on Saturday, in the midsts of the snow, I was staring at Tif and Rob's very fake, very tall tree and going ".... I really don't feel that bad, actually," partly because it was true, and partly (let's be honest here) to convince myself. And I didn't tell anyone this. I did tell them that I was considering just not having a Christmas tree, since all my coworkers kept asking if I had one up yet, and they all got affronted. I'm like, um, okay, but I have no one to put presents under it for, so really what's the point? :\ Right?
I'm not complaining, by the way. This is just the way I think. XD Like, in a cynical grumpy kind of way. I am resigned to not having one.
So I come home from work today, and there's a large box on my stairs. Someone in Uny's family very graciously bought us a new PS2 (I use 'new' in a relative term here, because I don't know whether it's actually!factory new or preowned and refurbished or what, but presumably it will work, and any amount of workitude will be preferential to the non-workitude of our current system, which died about two days before Thanksgiving, much to our annoyance. >_> And my continued weight gain. e_e; ), and I went '!!! o_o box = ps2?!?!', but then my eyes landed on the word 'PERISHABLE' on the bottom of it.
And I went 'o_O Playstations are NOT perishable. WTCrack, company?' and picked it up on my way upstairs and started reading the label for it.
I pause at this point in the narrative to note that my father has threatened me that he's putting a present for Uny and I in the mail, something we will both enjoy, but god knows what it is, so I went 'Well, maybe it's from Dad? o_O?' and looked at the shipping label. It was addressed to 'L. Buck' at my address.
Now, I get pissed off when people misspell my name. It's a little thing, but in my opinion, it shouldn't be hard to remember L-I-N-D-S-A-Y, and not -ey, or -ea, or -zee, or whatever. But then again, I spent a year in college with an entire floor of girls, and three of them were different spellings of "LINDSAY", so I roll my eyes, because -ey is evidently more populous than -ay, much to my annoyance growing up that I could never find any 'personalized' items at a store with my name on them. e_e;
So to cut a long rant shorter (just a hair), I tell all my online friends to just address things to 'L. Buck', also because I dislike my own name very much (my mother wanted to name me Lucy, which I prefer. Hell, I prefer the 'horrible' nicknames she gives me to my given name - Flynn was one, and Gertrude, and whatever; she also calls me Lucy sometimes. :) Which makes me happy. ), and I prefer people I actually choose to like to call me L rather than Lindsay, especially since I'm slowly growing out of 'Lilu' (I'm taking a shine to my family calling me Leelee, thanks to my sister. :) My nieces and nephews all know me as Leelee now. :D ), so all mail from outside my family is L Buck.
I kind of think my father knows how to spell my name. e_e; I mean, the man flakes sometimes and thinks I'm my sister ("Lindsay, how are my granddaughters?" ... "Um. wrong daughter, Dad. XD;"), but he never out-and-out misspells my name.
So I stare at this shipping label in confusion. I had been warned by Uny to expect something else in the mail that I'm not allowed to open until Christmas, but this is from Home Depot and has 'PERISHABLE' and 'THIS SIDE UP' written all over it. o_O
So I take a chance and call Uny. "I got a box today," I tell her. "I don't know if it's from you or from my father. It's from Home Depot."
"You should open it! :D!!!" she says.
So I do, while teasing her about something.
And inside, amidst brown paper wrapping and a really ridiculously shiny red aluminum pot, is a TINY Christmas tree. I'm talking, the pot and everything is two feet tall. And I use the term 'tree' lightly. It's tree shaped, but this object is so not a tree. It's a shrubbery. And it came with a tiny strand of twenty standard Christmas lights and a crapton of the most ginormous and hideous straw christmas ornaments you have ever seen.
I was in tears. I hardly ever cry unless I'm pissed. XD; I thanked her and her mom like fifty BILLION times. :)
And then, I moved the kerosene lamp and my Snow White snowglobe off the tiny table in the dining room so I could set up the tiny!nottree. XD I think last year our Christmas tree was named Doug or Ferdinand. This year, its name is definitely Friedrich. :D I don't know why. Things name themselves at me.
So I 'decorated' this 'tree'. And I could not take it seriously because it was just trying too hard to be a legitimate tree. So I took off about half the straw ornaments (which are cute in their own right, but downright hideous surrounded by nothing but evergreen and flourescent pink and green lights... >_>; ), and went to my basement and fished out my boxes of Christmas things. :D
So now I have a kinda!tree that is seriously covered in ornaments (You have to look really hard to find any green on this thing. XD; ). I put on the stuffed geese and kittens ornaments my mom made. I put on the hideous palm-sized crocheted snowflakes my nana made. I put on my wax pony and the raccoon with sleighbells and the birdfeeder and the nine foot long christmas bell garland and a hideous crocheted angel that I hate on top. XD;; And more things. And lots of things just were too damned big for this tree, so my windowsill is also covered in Christmas detritus. :D
I dislike Christmas very much, because it's a lot to do with the family and the drama now. I adore Christmas trees if you do them right, with all the stupid mis-matched ornaments. My sister, in my opinion, does her tree all wrong. Hers matches. Everything is white and silver. And while that's great and all, it also winds up looking a little lot .... forced. The charm of Christmas trees, in my opinion, is that they're an expression of who you are and who your family is. I have inherited some awesomely hideous ornaments over the years. :) I even put one Uny got/made last year on the sorta!tree (the gift tag from Kate? :D ), because she's part of this house, and part of this family, too. :)
So there.
And yes, internet, I know the mantra. "Pix or it didn't happen!!!1! :D!!!" But it'll have to wait until Uny gets back from California. While I found my camera, I also found that it cannot move the wheel off 'display' anymore. Which is OK I guess, considering that it's well over six years old. But frustrating nonetheless. *SHRUG*
:D
I have a Christmas explosion in one tiny corner of my living room. X3!!!!
ETA: I spent the last hour decorating this thing and continously giggling to myself going "yes, it needs MOAR. More is more! :D! Oh, it's so wonderfully hideous!" And it is. :D I can't wait for the cats to kill it or for Uny to come home in x days and see. XD!!!
ETA2: This entry, for those who give a damn, is as long as my tag cloud. o_o For those of you who have seen my tag cloud, THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS MEANS.
... It means I write a lot. XD Yes. *go clean kitchen!*