Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Getting Close to Christmas...

Getting close to Christmas now...I'm resigned to the fact that I will never in this lifetime actually feel like I am ready for Christmas - I just generally run out of time and call it all done. It would seem that this year is shaping up in much the same way.

I purchased a CD of the 3 Tenors (Pavarotti, etc). I thought it might be nice to add a little culture into our home, since that quality is nonexistent now. Michael, upon noticing the CD on the desk in the kitchen, remarked 'hey, that's not bluegrass'. "That", I said "is exactly why I bought it". I haven't listened to it yet, but I'm fairly certain that not only will there be nothing at all resembling Jingle Bells, nor will there be forty-nine versions of Jingle Bells featuring every possible acoustic instrument. Personally, I am grateful for that. I may never listen to it - just having that CD near gives me comfort.

Did you all hear the story of how Michael got me recently? We were eating breakfast at the kitchen table, and I was pleading with him to host a Christmas show (the one that was to have been put on for December 8th had just been canceled). I was saying "please" to which he kept replying "NO", and on and on it went for a couple minutes. Then Michael said, after seeming to give my plea some consideration, "lift up your shirt". Fool that I am I lifted up my shirt. After he had himself a good gawk, he said "NO". While it was pretty funny I was still filled with a firm resolve that he won't get me ever again. Fool me once, shame on you - Fool me twice, shame on me. Maybe you had to be there to get the full impact, but frankly, I'm glad you weren't.

As we draw near to this Christmas season I am just completely filled up with fond feelings toward my dear husband. He has told me repeatedly that he does not want any CDs, music or instructional (YAY!), he does not want any DVDs, music or instructional (YIPPEE !! not sure what I'm going to use to fall asleep now but whatever...), and he does not want any clothes, any knickknacks, or dust-collectors (this covers off a wide variety of stuff in his opinion). At first I thought he was being completely self-less and totally thinking about others. How noble, I thought. Then Michael said "I want MONEY". Just money. He has told me that if I get any money for Christmas, he wants it. He told our kids that if they get any money for Christmas, he wants it. Further, he told them that if they want to buy him a gift, just give him the money. It seems we have a rather large bass to pay for.

Speaking of the bass, I asked last night on the drive home from shopping if the bass is left-handed or right-handed. I thought I was being clever and that he would laugh. Imagine my surprise when he said "it's right-handed". I seriously thought that it wouldn't matter; why couldn't a person just lean it to one side of their body or the other?? This was cause for much eye-rolling on the part of you-know-who.

Hey Mikey - if you want MONEY, try lifting up your shirt. Maybe someone will throw some at you. Actually, they might throw something other than money, but maybe you'll get lucky.

Have a happy day...
Helen