It’s all Fanny’s fault…
Saturday night we had the band parents over for a “post-we-finally-lost-the-right-game-football-season” so “thank-you-for-pushing-pulling-carrying-and-generally-giving-up-your-life-for-4-months” party.
Did you catch all that?
To say we KILLED ourselves Friday and Saturday getting ready for the event is comical. I already mentioned that the weekend after Thanksgiving we managed to get all of the Christmas stuff down from the attic but then lost all motivation about half-way through the actual act of decorating. Meaning, that for 6 days my house looked like the house Christmas threw-up in.
Really, I had the best of intentions last week to do one thing every night and be ready to breeze through Saturday with little to no work needing to be done. Yeah, well, apparently neither my employer nor my hormones got that memo because I spent all of last week completely wiped.
But Chris and I once again proved what an outstanding team we are and managed to pull it off. The house, inside and out, looks amazing. And I would love to show you pictures. However, in our zest for cleaning, we put the camera away. And now have no idea where “away” is. Seriously, we’ve totally lost the camera. Heck, for all I know, it’s packed away in the empty Christmas decoration boxes somewhere. If that’s true, it will just have to stay there.
Come Sunday morning we were both completely exhausted and had nothing to do but stare at each other, our clean, decorated, festive house and eat leftovers. That was a recipe for some serious television watching. The problem? There’s nothing on television. Except for a marathon of really bad Lifetime melodramas about the “real” meaning of Christmas. The real meaning being, of course, the opportunity to forgive someone who murdered your mother, find the baby stolen from their crib in the hospital only hours after you’d given birth or finally meeting your soul mate while shopping in a magical department store where dreams really do come true.
No thanks.
Instead, I searched the video on demand options. Not much there either. However, an HBO series Fanny highly recommended, True Blood, seemed like a viable option and I thought, heck, let’s give it a try.
10 hours later, I was caught up, and seriously wondering where I might find a civil war veteran turned vampire. Not because I’m at all interested in falling in love with one but because dang, would that not be cool! Seriously. You can’t even say it wouldn’t. Well, you could, but you’d totally be lying.
Needless to say, after watching that much television my neck hurt (hah!), I’d missed some important update emails from Stephanie (go little embries, go!) and I was starving. I had eaten cereal for breakfast at like 8:00 am but almost nothing since then. Yeah, it was borderline obsessive.
So now I am re-considering my decision to dive into the Twilight books at Christmas. I can’t take it when things come to an end. It took me months to stop checking The Tudors website for updates on new episodes (they return in January, thank goodness). I can’t handle the stress or for that matter, more commitments at this point in my life.
I mean, for goodness sake, I’m already caught in a torrid affair, following the life of a tyrannical king who has a serious god complex, attempting to create human life through medical assistance and now trying to figure out who the heck is killing all the vampire friends in Sooky’s life. I’m sorry, but my dance card is full.
Or maybe my life IS a Lifetime melodrama and I’m only just now realizing it.
Saturday night we had the band parents over for a “post-we-finally-lost-the-right-game-football-season” so “thank-you-for-pushing-pulling-carrying-and-generally-giving-up-your-life-for-4-months” party.
Did you catch all that?
To say we KILLED ourselves Friday and Saturday getting ready for the event is comical. I already mentioned that the weekend after Thanksgiving we managed to get all of the Christmas stuff down from the attic but then lost all motivation about half-way through the actual act of decorating. Meaning, that for 6 days my house looked like the house Christmas threw-up in.
Really, I had the best of intentions last week to do one thing every night and be ready to breeze through Saturday with little to no work needing to be done. Yeah, well, apparently neither my employer nor my hormones got that memo because I spent all of last week completely wiped.
But Chris and I once again proved what an outstanding team we are and managed to pull it off. The house, inside and out, looks amazing. And I would love to show you pictures. However, in our zest for cleaning, we put the camera away. And now have no idea where “away” is. Seriously, we’ve totally lost the camera. Heck, for all I know, it’s packed away in the empty Christmas decoration boxes somewhere. If that’s true, it will just have to stay there.
Come Sunday morning we were both completely exhausted and had nothing to do but stare at each other, our clean, decorated, festive house and eat leftovers. That was a recipe for some serious television watching. The problem? There’s nothing on television. Except for a marathon of really bad Lifetime melodramas about the “real” meaning of Christmas. The real meaning being, of course, the opportunity to forgive someone who murdered your mother, find the baby stolen from their crib in the hospital only hours after you’d given birth or finally meeting your soul mate while shopping in a magical department store where dreams really do come true.
No thanks.
Instead, I searched the video on demand options. Not much there either. However, an HBO series Fanny highly recommended, True Blood, seemed like a viable option and I thought, heck, let’s give it a try.
10 hours later, I was caught up, and seriously wondering where I might find a civil war veteran turned vampire. Not because I’m at all interested in falling in love with one but because dang, would that not be cool! Seriously. You can’t even say it wouldn’t. Well, you could, but you’d totally be lying.
Needless to say, after watching that much television my neck hurt (hah!), I’d missed some important update emails from Stephanie (go little embries, go!) and I was starving. I had eaten cereal for breakfast at like 8:00 am but almost nothing since then. Yeah, it was borderline obsessive.
So now I am re-considering my decision to dive into the Twilight books at Christmas. I can’t take it when things come to an end. It took me months to stop checking The Tudors website for updates on new episodes (they return in January, thank goodness). I can’t handle the stress or for that matter, more commitments at this point in my life.
I mean, for goodness sake, I’m already caught in a torrid affair, following the life of a tyrannical king who has a serious god complex, attempting to create human life through medical assistance and now trying to figure out who the heck is killing all the vampire friends in Sooky’s life. I’m sorry, but my dance card is full.
Or maybe my life IS a Lifetime melodrama and I’m only just now realizing it.
Hey, I am where you were, party at my house tomorrow night. Worked hard yesterday, got in at 4:30 to day, have been vac., mop and setting table. Also, cleaned guest bathroom and put the Christmas linens out. I dared Mike to go in there and shed any skin cells!
ReplyDeleteTV-I'm the same way about almost all CSI's. Except this seems to be ongoing! Oh yeah, addicted to The Closer and Saving Grace. Love, Mom
My sister got me hooked on Twilight. And now they are over and I am sad. So I am now rereading them to enjoy it again. Its worth it. They are very good. And Christmas threw up at our house. Still not done decorating.
ReplyDeleteFunny! I'm so back at work today and I much prefer bedrest - the embies do too!
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