We left Cedar Rapids on Thanksgiving morning. My mom said we were going to leave at 9am. Lesson learned over the years: don't get up until the time she says we're leaving; otherwise you'll just get frustrated that you could have gotten more sleep! So, being the brilliant daughter that I am, I didn't get up until 8:30, got ready, finished packing, sealed all of my end of the year ask envelopes, took them to the post office, helped pack the food we were taking AND was the first person ready to go! At 11am my dad and I were finishing up loading the car to leave. Then it dawned on me: It's 9am on the west coast. Apparently I need to start clarifying what time zone she's talking about when it comes to departure times. Mark that down as a new lesson learned.
Another car adventure: We were discussing Christmas 2005 when my mother, while listen to Blue Christmas on the radio, happened to mention that, "I don't like this song. I wish it was something happier like Pink Christmas." This started my dad off singing, "Have a pink, gay Christmas", which was only the beginning of 5 hours (THAT DAY, in the car) of rewriting EVERY Christmas song about being gay. The most memorable: "Frosty the Gay Man." Yep, welcome to family Christmas! Did he stop for the last 2.5 hours after his mother-in-law got in the car? Nope! Our hope of him stopping was quickly squelched. Well, it probably didn't help that we were laughing hysterically. However, this year, we learned that he has absolutely NO recollection of that. He doesn't remember any of those songs or ever singing them. He was asking what lyrics he used. Really? It clearly stands out in everyone else's mind. Maybe this is so normal for him that he doesn't realize it?
In other Thanksgiving news, we had a great meal at my aunt's house. Nothing really entertaining that I can think of right now. However, it was decided that we are for sure doing a decades theme for Christmas this year. Oh, and on that topic, my aunt announced that, "I think I have one of those banana clips in my top drawer." And within 1 minute she was back, banana clip in hand. REALLY? WHO has a BANANA CLIP in their top drawer just in case they need it some day??? Seriously. Apparently there was an e-mail thread about the theme and someone said, "Peggy will have fun going into Mom's closet every hour to get a new outfit." However, then my aunt did admit that she hasn't gotten rid of those things yet. Meaning she still has original clothes from the 70s-90s. Now I just need some leg warmers, a bright scrunchie and a ginormous t-shirt and I'll be good to go. I already have leggings and crimper. Yes, this is how my family celebrates Christmas :)
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