Yeah for all the cleaners and de-christmasifyers. I bow in your general direction. I was going to clean. But I got a cold. I also got my present for my mom late, after I had given her another and decided this would be for her birthday in February. It's S1-3 of
The Waltons.
But did I mention I have a cold? Well, I do. So I was weak. Weak, and also thrifty, so I thought I should watch
The Waltons
first, before giving it to my mom.
A bit of backstory: When I was a kid,
The Waltons
was the only show my mom would regularly let me watch. I loved it, but dreamed of watching other shows. Visions of
Little House on the Prairie, Mork and Mindy,
and
The Dukes of Hazzard
danced in my head, but pretty much it was
The Waltons.
Even when we had no TV, my mom would search out friends with TVs to visit on
The Waltons
night so that I could see it and not be a DEPRIVED CHILD. You might think that this would make me hate
The Waltons
as a form of rebellion or something, but instead, for years it was the One. True. Show, until it was eclipsed by the True. One. True. Show:
Firefly.
At this point, I hadn't seen
The Waltons
for ages. I expected that watching it would be a little like watching
Little House on the Prairie
reruns - kind of fun, but not as satisfying as the original. OMGWTF
The Waltons
is freakin' fantastic!! I don't know if I'm going to be able to give my mom these DVDs. If I learned anything from this show, it would be that I would be selfless and give them to her, but I may have learned a bit too much from watching
Firefly.
xposted with
Firefly
because I just can't help myself.
We've gotten as far as bringing the christmas boxes up from the garage.
You're ahead of us. The Christmas boxes never left our living room.
Emeline News!!
She went potty BY HERSELF!! BEFORE wetting her pants!!!
I remember when I used to get this excited about porn and shoes.
Congratulations to Em!!! How very exciting Aimee!
Go Em!
I had big plans. Weeding and mulching plans. Packing up Christmas plans. I bought mulch, and the boys and I weeded a little bit, but not enough to mulch. I bought bins, but no Christmas stuff is put away in them.
But DH just called me from the road to ask me to go to the movies with him. So I'm going to shower and go finally see
Casino Royale.
Yay!
GF called to see if her son could hang here so she could have a date, but I told her she was too late because I had a date. Yes, I do.
Way to go, Emeline!
Heh, that's a lot more literal than usual.
You're making me want to watch the Waltons, libkitty. I don't think I ever did.
Y'all dexhristmasing makes me happy that we don't decorate at all. My living rooms is still full of cardboard boxes, but that's just from having stuff shipped - I should have had everything delivered straight to my family, but I thought it would be more personal to wrap them all here and send them on.
And have I even done that? No, of course not.
All your slack is belong to me.
And, Suzi, I'm grateful you can post one-handed, but I still would prefer you not hurt yourself any further.
eta: yay for Laura's date! Better than mulching.
I had big plans. Weeding and mulching plans. Packing up Christmas plans. I bought mulch, and the boys and I weeded a little bit, but not enough to mulch. I bought bins, but no Christmas stuff is put away in them.
Not saying anything about the de-Xmasification, but I just have to say how envious I am of your gardening. It still feels so wrong, wrong, wrong to start the garden in May.
-t, the freaky part of the burn was that I didn't actually feel the pan (staright out of the oven) touch my finger. It was a bit later when my finger started hurting and there was the tell tale burn mark. I mean, how did my nerves NOT freak at the moment of contact?
ETA - Oh, and CONGRATS to Emeline. Or, I should really say congrats to Aimee and MM.
