well, geez
It’s been 10 days since I posted here! That ain’t right.
I’ve mostly just been busy at work and then busy getting ready for Christmas. I was getting ready to do some work just now, since our office luncheon ate up most of the day, but then I looked and saw that it was almost 4:30 and decided blogging would be a better way to spend the last half hour of work.
Plus, the husband tells me that our desktop has up and died and our wireless router died weeks ago so our only internet access at home is through our phones. It’s like we’re living in the mid 90s or the 80s or something prehistoric.
It’s particularly tragic because I want to spend my winter break staring at BeTaMaXMas. Really, I’ve had this weird craving to spend a day in my 8-year-old life. I guess it’s because the baby is at the age where Christmas (and Halloween and whatnot) really is just one of the greatest ideas ever. And he still hardcore believes in Santa so that’s pretty fun (and useful for bribes/threats). I want a taste of that, I guess. I want be in my living room, watching crap like this:
I remember that commercial so vividly. It’s kind of pathetic. Consumerism’s bitch: I am it. My mom and I always thought that the tree in that commercial was so beautiful. When we would decorate our tree, we would always get excited about turning off the lights and seeing it in all of its glory for the first time.
Just for a day, I kind of want to be in the moment of being a kid, and ogle our tree, and hope that I got the Barbie crap that I wanted. Before my parents’ marriage really went to shit, before I realized that inexplicable sadness was just something that I would have contend with the rest of my life, before I questioned my strength.
The other night we put up our tree and what will probably be the extent of our decorations. I don’t like to go overboard with decorations because, while they look rad, you have to take them down. In late December or early January. When you’re bloated and sluggish from eating 24/7 for two weeks. I anticipate my laziness, dig?
Anyway, after we got everything set up, I turned on one of those silly fireplace screensavers that they have on OnDemand now. We got some eggnog, turned on some Bing Crosby Christmas music, and turned off all the lights so that we could admire our tree. It was gorgeous and smelled amazing.
I glanced over at the husband and the baby and suddenly realized, “This is all I’ve ever wanted.”
December 21st, 2009 at 8:49 pm
I seriously don’t remember that commercial but for the end, the lit horse carriage.
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:20 am
As much as I still want that feeling for myself, when cool people have it I’m still so happy for you that I’m relieved to know that I’m not all dead and charred inside. Good for you.
And I was feeling about the Band-Aid/Feed the World video earlier similarly to how you were feeling about the M&Ms commercial. I was all in my DeLorean headed back to 1984. Simpler times or just complicated in different ways, I don’t know. I’m thinking simpler but maybe that some revisionist history going on.
December 22nd, 2009 at 9:42 am
I was just thinking the other day (as I watched Scrooged on Netflix) that there was a definite innocence to the 80’s. A funny, bizarre, egocentric innocence, but an innocence nonetheless.
December 22nd, 2009 at 10:58 am
You made me cry at work.
When I stop crying, I will spend the rest of my day watching 80s commercials. I love it.
December 23rd, 2009 at 2:33 pm
what a happy ending.