Peace on Earth! Gimme presents! – Animal
Santa was good to old Solonor this year. Oh yes.
And you shall all be green with jealousy at the prezzies I got. Mwahahaha.
(Please, pardon the tone of my posts today. I watched Invader Zim Most Horrible X-Mas Ever with the kids first thing this morning. Thus, all the voices in my head have that “Sweet lemony fresh victory is MINE!” cadence. It will pass. Maybe. Worm baby. Maybe.)
First off, Ejen and Snowgirl, my in-law siblings from Maine, are here. So, they brought us a basket of Mainey goodness:
– a 2003 calendar from Yankee magazine
– a couple of Reny’s chocolate bars
– a package of chocolate covered blueberries
– some maple syrup
– a can of fish chowder (sorry… ‘chowdah’)
– a tin of lobster spread (‘lobstah spread’… oh, you get the idea)
– a can of Bakewell Cream (mmm…biscuits…)
– a jar of Pemberton’s Death by Chocolate dessert sauce
– some maple-cinnamon creamed honey from Preble’s Bee Farm in Corinth
– some Winterport onion dill dip
– a couple of packages of Necco wafers (um, not from Maine, but what the heck!)
Snowgirl is a maker of glass-blown beads. She’s got the fiery furnace of doom and everything! She made me a key ring with one of her creations on it. It is tres purty.
(One thing I did not get was a digital camera. So, I cannot show you the beady goodness. This will not do. Therefore, I decree that I shall have a digital camera before the end of 2003. It will be MINE!!!)
Then, just for me, there was a present with class–“Oh deer! The Super Dooper Reindeer Pooper”. It shoots jelly beans out of its ass.
While I’m on the toy theme, my brother and sister-in-law in Georgia got me Rocky and Bullwinkle figurines to add to my crowded desk. Meanwhile, my loverly family got me a rabbit with big, pointy teeth to snuggle up with at night.
Gaming goodness was addressed with Civilization III and the multiplayer add-on. Now, I just need to find SOMEBODY who wants to get their buttocks kicked as I march to conquer the WORLD!!
Finally, I got the Muppet Family Christmas on DVD (hence the opening quote from Animal). This special first aired when my oldest was about 18 months old. He was a Sesame Street junkie. We taped six episodes (“No, son, no! You’re not old enough to drive! N-n-n-no. That starts with an ‘N’!”) that he watched over and over and over. I remember snuggling up and watching it with him, before hauling his footed-pajama’d bod up over the stairs of our rent-assisted slum apartment.
Jim Henson died a few months after my second kiddo was born. From that time, when I’d see the end of the show where Henson surveys the gathering of all his Muppet creations and turns to do the dishes with Sprocket the dog, I’d cry like a baby. They stopped showing it on TV a long time ago, and I never got around to getting a copy on tape or DVD. But I have it now.
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and got all the goodies you wanted.