Super Sabado: the Christmas decor

The boy who knows it all—and knows it better than his parents ever did before we forgot it all in our geriatric haze—that boy? He is driving.

And I, naturally, am in a bit of shock, but not because of Tiger’s new driver’s license. And no, not because of our greatly increased insurance rates, either, although I think our insurance bill would be an excellent substitute for a heart defibrillator.

Nope, I am in shock because everybody—and I mean EVERYONE—in the cul-de-sac HAS ALREADY DECORATED.

While I was busy stressing and fretting over impending vehicular doom, all of my neighbors decided to show me up with a Christmas/Hannukah festivity that puts the Wren Casa to shame. I’ve got to catch up!

I’ve got to string the Christmas lights, put up the tree, and decorate it… all this weekend! And then I’ve got to do the Christmas cards! And I’ve got to do it ALL BY MYSELF because my men are doing a swim meet this weekend.

I never thought I’d ever say it, but here goes:

BAH! HUMBUG!

Today’s Super Sabado is about the perils of the season, as seen through the eyes of our happy little blogging community, which seems almost as stressed as I am about getting ready for the holiday.


I was walking around saying to myself “Deck the Fricken Halls”.

Yeah! Now Laurel Wreath knows what we’re talkin’ about!


This one’s not horrible, but I finally managed to get a good one of Peyton and another good one of Shey and I photoshopped those bitches together. These are only a few of the about 50 I took. I thought I was going to lose a kid in the process.

You see? Taking the Christmas card family photo—it seems like a nice, safe, peaceful thing to do. Well! Erika knows firsthand exactly how hazardous it can be.


I love how it looks like I clumped the lights together in the middle of the tree, and then again near the top. I swear it doesn’t look like that, really, but then again, at this point I wonder if maybe I’m losing my light-stringing mind.

Kerriane, on how her Christmas tree lights should be little more evened out. Hey! At least you’ve got ’em up!


The first window in the Advent calendar is open. Wahoooooo!

Hey, Dink! Those handmade Advent calendars are great, but the ones with chocolate in them make holiday decorating a little less painful, you know?


…suddenly it’s okay to eat your own body weight in chocolate.

And wear clothes that involve a lot of sparkle.

So that everyone resembles big round sparkly decorations.

And Birchsprite‘s point is…? We’ll have her know that our enormous derriere got even larger thanks to the HOURS we put into her Monkey Game!


First, the Teenager was in a car accident (no one was hurt) which involved something to do with donuts in a parking lot on a rainy day, a telephone pole and a police officer

Yikes! Talk about hazardous! Elizabeth has a lot more to worry about beside the Christmas decor—but now we’re worrying about more than our Christmas decor, too.


I’m tired of the road hogs, the tailgaters, the speed demons, the oblivious (to everything but their world) drivers, and the honkers. I’m especially tired of the honkers.

Ay! It appears that Teri Grey Franta has already shared a highway with Tiger!


Never had egg nog and am too chicken to try it.

The hot chocolate-loving Kristen, who has to worry about keeping Digger the Basset Mix from climbing the Christmas tree.


I did get an angel to go on top. But I bet if there was a little blue helmet that lit up that angel would come up missing.

Secret Squirrel, reporting on how her men footballed up her Christmas tree.


When I make biscuits, the nice fellows from homeland security come charging in and remove my WMD’s from the oven and take them someplace safe.

Ms. Karen, explaining why she doesn’t do holiday cookies.


There is nothing like good cotognata on a slice of griddled panettone, which is how I had some this morning. The fruity aroma of the toasting panettone filled the apartment and for me, Christmas has begun!

Speaking of holiday cookies, here’s Welshcakes Limoncello and her panettone, and really, Miss Limoncello, you should’ve taken more care with Messrs. Danny and George.


…I was a cocky little brat. One night Mom and Dad came into my room to tuck me in, and I said, “I know the truth about Santa Claus. I know you’re really him.” And they said, “Yep, just don’t tell your sister.” And then I was mad at myself because I totally ruined it.

Heh! Honey, with a not-so-dreamy Christmas memory.


Yes, it comes in a little nightie. And, yes, sometimes Dave can be cajoled into fashioning the nightie into a rudimentary yarmulke, which is always good for laughs.

Vaguely Urban undecorating an Asian Pear. Not as stressful as putting up lights, but hey! It works for us.


Whoa…It’s Thursday already! Sheesh! I’m not even done with the things I should have gotten done on Monday. I want a recount…

We’re with you on this one, Bonnie.


The question any inquisitive blog hopper would ask is “Why? What kind of doofus maintains three identical blogs?”

She’s not a doofus, however, this Groovyoldlady does have a lot to do.


Commenting on this is going to ruin my reputation, draw enemies, and possibly get me kicked off Blogger…Okay, I’m convinced.

Victor Allen Winters of Chasing a Runaway Toad, weighing in on a certain comedian’s descent into ignominy.


it is my first time and i
am thrilled at having
established a good writing
routine. nothing huge.
just 5 nights a week for
about an hour a night.

Cyn of a little sweet, a little sour, and what NaNoWriMo has done for her.


My tuches would go numb before I could compose a single interesting sentence.

Chanale of Sweet Serenity and why she’s more of a reader than a sit-down-and-writ-er.


The moment you rise, she jumps up on the toilet seat and waits for the flush. She circles the bowl, ever-so-daintily, and then sticks her head down in it and looks around to see where the water’s going. When the water level begins to rise, she sticks her paw down there to check the temperature. When the show is over, she looks up at me with a pleading face. Do it again.

Lesia Valentine, whose cat has some, um… UNUSUAL hobbies.


We need exotic, erotic, sexy words for our undersilkies(TM), not cotton, loose-elastic, K-mart words.

Bernita Harris, firmly on topic; this time regarding lingerie. Bernita, if we had to write about our underwear, we’d have to slip the term “Sears Best” in there somewhere.


I don’t think anyone is more distraught by this than I am – I’ve been a firm believer in undergarments for several years now – and will do my very best to bring an end to this abomination.

Sponge Girl, who doesn’t care what you call ’em, as long as you don’t flash the lack of ’em around the papparazzi.


So, overall I liked it but I wouldn’t take a kid to see it… too many sexual connotations and hippies. Damn hippies!

Mel of the Smooshie Diaries, and her take on the movie Happy Feet.


There were fifteen members of the workshop. I spent hours trolling through naval-gazing treatises that used rats as metaphors, or spent two pages describing an action only to start paragraph 22 of that description with ‘The whole event took only a split-second.’ I thought one work was taking place in an insane asylum. Turns out, as the author icily informed me after she read my critique, that the action was taking place on a farm and the farmer’s daughter had just committed suicide.

Oh.

No happy feet in M.G. Tarquini‘s MFA writing workshop.


ooph! Just tie strings on me and put me in a parade.

All the holiday noshing has had the same effect on Desperate Writer as it has had on us. They may have to roll us down the hall so we can deck it.


“Mommy what is a Dominatrix?”

The pitfalls of being a romance writing mom, as Dennie sees it.


Millions of the bloody things ranging in size from half an inch long to three inches long. They poured out for nearly 5 minutes making a great long line over to the pub.

We just sat there watching them. I mean, basically, what else can you do ?

Ew, ew, eeeeewwwwwww! Tl reminisces about a wild and buggy party in the 70s in Life Got Away.


Next Saturday we are having our first annual Christmas Party here at Lunacy For Beginners.

Um, that would be today! And we’re not invited because? Probably so Jamie can talk about our lousy score playing Birchsprites damn monkey game!

Hmmph.


Okay, for those of you who’ve stayed until the very end (ALL OF YOU EXCEPT FOR JAMIE) here is a little video that expresses my feelings right now toward the season: a little holiday cheer, a little horror, and there you go.

Link for the feedreaders!

16 Replies to “Super Sabado: the Christmas decor”

  1. Tis the season for Bah Humbug. Can I sit with you, enjoy my cold hot chocolate and doughy cookies?

    😉

    I hope the holiday stress doesn’t do you in. I can send Digger down for a cuddle (he’s big on sharing the love) and some lovely cookies (the new oven doesn’t cremate them.) and no holiday music to be heard. 😀

    Loved the video. Just wicked lovely.

    Thanks for the links.

  2. Spawn is going to do my holiday baking. The cookies will be delicious, and I will eat many of them. This might be the year I have to ask for a muu-muu for Christmas…

  3. yeah I am BACK in the loop baby and #1, Sorry it was my non-Christmas spirit coming out and gloating =)

    I so know what you feel like (well kind of, my tree is up, but it was not a joyful time).

    Hey you got 23 more days =)

  4. Whew! Since I posted the above at 3:05 pm, I have

    1. Put up all the outdoor lights
    2. Put up our 100 piece tree
    3. Put up the tree lights

    That’s got to be a record time. I need a nap!

    I still have to decorate the tree, but tomorrow is another day.

    Kristen, Digger is such a love bug! Thanks for the good wishes, but no cookies for me! I’m getting bigger by the day.

    Ms. Karen, I am glad the boys aren’t baking, because then I’d have to sample the cookies, you know, just to validate their efforts and all, and then I’ll be asking for a muu-muu, too.

    Heh, LaurelWreath, you are too funny! I’m halfway through my decor, though, hooray! You should’ve heard my language, though, when I discovered a cat had peed in my garage while I was putting up the lights! When I figure out which one did it, there’s gonna be some Kitty Flambé.

    Not really. I’d never do that. It sure feels good just saying it, though.

  5. wow, go bonnie!
    we get to escape to the
    uk for the holidays, so no
    trees no lights no nothing!
    i wonder when the bubs will
    wise up and complain about this? 8)

    as for writing, i failed
    to write through all of my
    twenties and finally returned
    to it the beginning of this year.
    i think it’s because i need the
    mental stimulation, between saying
    no and don’t and stop! and wiping
    arses and chins. hee!

    i’m having fun and learning,
    so yay!

  6. There’s something really messed up about that video.

    To which your previewer replies:

    Is this what you want to say?:

    There’s something really messed up about that video.

    To which I say:

    Hell, yeah! You don’t think that video is messed up?

  7. Way to go. I was thinking about putting up lights this year, but I don’t want to break with the tradition of enjoying what the neighbors have.

  8. Congrats on your decorating progress, Bonnie! 🙂

    Mr. Honey loved the video. He always drops everything to run to my computer and watch when I pull your blog up.

  9. In the street where I used to live in Britain, there used to be a sort of race to be “first” to get your lights up. Here the woman opposite has already beaten me to it. Once the lights are up, though, I start feeling really mellow and relaxed.

    Liked the one about Danny and George!

  10. Cyn, I think it’s more than mental stimulation; I think writing helps us process what’s going on around us. I think I became a better mom once I started writing again.

    Never fear, M.G., I’m getting ready to turn the Preview Only off. I just want to make sure a persistent little spammer has turned his greedy eye elsewhere.

    Heh, Steve!

    Bernita! I am so slow. It took me forever to figure out what you meant about me disconnecting your lights!

    You’ve never offended me, I swear. However, I am not only slow, but I was rushing to get Super Sabado out so I could put up those dang lights—and somehow I forgot your link.

    I fixed it just now.

    Aw, Honey, what a compliment! Tell Mr. Honey I appreciate it.

    Welshcakes, I am the same way. Once I get the lights and the tree up, I feel a lot better. But now I’ve got to do the cards!

  11. You are Superwoman! I must do all the same things today and so far – I haven’t even pulled down the stairs to the attic. Send a picture of your shiny brights, okay?

  12. You’ve been busy! I’m impressed, things have been so crazy here getting ready for the holidays my blogging has suffered, but what are you going to do? It’s Christmas.

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