Christmas memories 2008…

Have i mentioned i absolutely love, love, LOVE Christmas? 

It’s my favourite time of year!

This year's xmas tree (post-gift opening) -

This year's xmas tree (post-gift opening) - My son and I made that star from a pizza box, tissue paper, glitter and gold paint when he was 5.

  The turkey turned out fantastic (i slightly burned last year’s)!

I only really care about the stuffing... YUM!!

Honestly? I only really care about the stuffing... YUM!!

And this Christmas kisses moment was completely priceless – wish i’d gotten it on video…
The Teenager trapped and looking desperately for help...

The Teenager trapped and looking desperately for help...

...no help was forthcoming of course.  This pic is blurry cuz i was laughing so hard

...no help was forthcoming of course. This pic is blurry cuz i was laughing so hard

 …I managed one last picture before we all collapsed laughing!

We could barely tell which screams were coming from the girls vs the Teenager!

We could barely tell which screams were coming from the girls vs the Teenager!

Hard to believe these little innocents (3 and 5) could send a swaggering 6′ Teenager screaming and scrambling for cover under the tree!

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Brio wooden train track we bought when the Teenager was about 4. Best toy investment EVER! It's pulled out whenever kids under 8 come over...

I hope you and yours had a wonderful Holiday Season!

Newest addition…

Nope, not beads this time – a cat.  Got him this week from a friend’s co-worker who’s new roommate is allergic to cats.  She sent this photo around and as soon as i saw that face i was sold.  i mean, how could i resist? just look at that superbly, self-satisfied smile!  I actually didn’t want another cat but the Teenager has been bugging me about getting a second one since last fall (when we lost our other cat Couche-couche) so i caved.  (The cat in the background is his sister – she went to live in the country.)

He’s now named Balthazar (the Teenager is currently reading Romeo & Juliet at school), Bali for short.  When my son suggested that name my first comment was “wait, you want to name the cat after a demon???”  Can you tell i’ve  been watching waaaaay too much Space TV?

Anyhoo, this new cat is HUGE, about the size of a small dog even though he’s barely a year old. And a typical cat in the fickle way he adapted to us within a day or so and began alternately demanding belly rubs/back scratches and then completely ignoring us. 

Bali’s a pleasant change though, since our current cat Busta is the most un-cat-like cat we’ve ever owned – so much so, we actually consider him our pet dog.  When Bali sat down and started grooming himself, the Teenager and i were both so shocked we burst out laughing.  Why? because Busta just… well… doesn’t.  And yes, he smells bad.  All the time.  Our old cat used to have to hold him down and groom him (probably cuz he couldn’t take the smell either) and we’re hoping Bali takes up those responsibilities as well.  Bathing a cat is NOT fun.

As soon as Bali stops hissing at Busta (who is just beyond thrilled to have a new playmate) i’ll get  a pic of them together to post…

My kitten is hilarious…

Busta striking a pose2 

i mean, can you believe this pose????  He was lying there sleeping in the sunlight just like that and when i called him he kinda rolled his head to side and gave me that look…

Busta striking a pose

…and then he just stretched back out and dozed off again. In the wild, i believe this pose is known to predators as “Eat me”.

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 This pose is known as “Eat me…” too.  “…with ketchup”.

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I wish you could have seen the contortions that preceded this photo: he was stretched out on his back napping (right in the middle of the way, as usual), when he saw his own tail twitch.  So of course he had to chase it.  But how do you bite the other end of your body when you’re lying on your back…?  By kinda spinning in circles like this.  (yes, he did catch that darned tail!)

Busta in a normal cat pose

And finally, here he is pretending to be a normal cat… rather than the dog that deep down he truly thinks he is.  The Teenager calls this pose a “kitten loaf”.

Unbelievable.

I miss my laptop sooooo much.  Part 2.

The Teenager sat me down last night for “a talk”.

He carefully explained to me that while he didn’t mind me using his computer, it was important that i remember to show a little more respect and reverse any changes i make to his desktop settings when i’m done so as not to interrupt his computer experience once he gets back on his machine.

It was all i could do not to twitch, slouch, pout, whine and make excuses about the non-existent ergonomics, the filthy desk, my back and neck pain, his ridiculously high monitor resolution that decreases desktop icons to the size of pinpricks, etc., etc. 

Instead, I hung my head, apologized and promised to do better next time.

…and yes (in case you’re wondering), his talk bore a striking resemblance to a chat i’d had with him a few months back when he’d borrowed my laptop. 

oh well, at least he kept a straight face through most of it…

Siiiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhhh……

Imissmy laptop sooo much. 

Sinceit’s off forrepairs, I’mcurrently usingthe Teenager’spooter inthe basement which as you cantell has a malfunctioning keyboard space bar. 

Iaskedhim why didn’t he/fix replaceit? First, hejust looked atmelikei was insane (cuz of course ishouldknow by now that all hisfunds go strictly forvideogames and gaming paraphernalia).  Now,this child just spent severalhundred dollarsreplacinghis PS2gaming systemwhich he’d sold a couple yearsagoandsince regretted (cuzthey have the BEST games,mom!)and allthe gameshe’d had with it. He hasHUGE (like think’80s huge)$80 earphones to gowith histiny littleMP3(cuz it’sfunny in an ironic way andthey lookcool withthe ‘fro,duuuuh?). 

So when iaskhim whyhis keyboardhas missingbuttonsand has keys thatstick hisresponse tomeis “TYPE harder” andthen toproceeds todemonstratetome how i must HAMMER each key totypea bloody sentence.

Whatever.

Andifthisdamn keyboard wasn’t badenuf,i’malsosittingathis desk surroundedby violentvideogames (Most Wanted!Fear!CounterStrike!Enemy Territory!Battlefield!Ghost Recon!,etc.,etc.), dirty dishes,assortedcrap,dustbunnies andoldfoodstains,(despitethefactthathe’ssupposedtocleanthebasementevery weekend).  And I’mpretty sure every few keys strokessomething jumps upfrombetweenthekeys – i’mhoping it’sjust crumbs but mostly trying really hardnottothinkabout it. 

Sooo not conducive togood beady karma….

Now i’vegot lotstosay (as usual) and icould surmount my current pooter conditions however,this last issue is what doesmein every time and explains why i can’t spendmuch more than 15mins at his desk (just enough tocheck my emailand blog stats).

Flexibility. 

yup.  His pootersetup wouldmake an ergonomics expert burstinto fullblown whackedout,outtacontrol, sobbing tears.  Now i’ve seenhimworkandneverthought twiceabout his contortedbody position (are TeenagerseverNOT in somecontortedbody position???) but experiencingit myselfissomething completely different.  the monitor and cpu are tothe left but the keyboardfacesforwardsoifyou sit inthe chair facingforwardthen you havetotwistyourhead to the left toseethe monitor.  BUT becauseof the spacetakenup by the videogames the keyboardmustfaceforward soimagine- my wholebody andneckaretwistedtothe left but my arms and shouldersaretwistedtothe right…

huh.

I suppose the Teenager’s supple adolescence makes thisa non-issue howeverformy much lesssupple and flexiblemiddle-aged(whiletotally maintainingthe appearanceofultimate youth andhotness, of course) body is suffering.  withinabout 5mins of typingmyneck andshoulders usually start toache andright now mybackisstarting tothrob right in the area whereit’s twisted.

Ow.

Ihope y’allappreciatethe sacrifice i’vemade in typing this tokeep you upto date.  I’dplanned toposta pic as well but to behonestithink i’vereached my limit.  Will try again tomorrow. Right now i gottago findthe Tiger Balm…

p.s.OOOOOWWW!!!!!My neck hurts…

p.p.s. that Fearvideogame is actually pretty awesome.

p.p.p.s. good grief,i’mtrapped!  ithinkmy leftleghas fallen asleep!