Friday, December 31, 2010
Books Read in 2010:
1. The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver
2. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society by Mary Ann Shaffer
3. The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
4. Grave Sight by Charlaine Harris
5. The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve
6. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
7. Atonement by Ian McEwan
8. Animal Dreams by Barbara Kingsolver
9. Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction by Sue Townsend
10. Wicked by Gregory Maguire
11. Among Other Things, I've Taken Up Smoking by Aoibheeann Sweeney
12. The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly
13. The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler
14. Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver
15. On Beauty by Zadie Smith
16. Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner
17. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
18. Foxtrot: Assembled with Care by Bill Amend
19. The World of Karl Pilkington by Karl Pilkington
20. My Abandonment by Peter Rock
21. Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block
22. Le Divorce by Diane Johnson
23. Choke by Chuck Palahniuk
24. Good Grief by Lolly Winston
25. Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger
26. Dead in the Family by Charlaine Harris
27. Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner
28. Waiting by Debra Ginsberg
29. My Custom Van by Michael Ian Black
30. The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance by Elna Baker
31. Why is my Mother Getting a Tattoo? by Jancee Dunn
32. Stuck in the Middle edited by Ariel Schrag
33. Promise Not to Tell by Jennifer McMahon
34. The Complete Strangers in Paradise (Vol. 1) by Terry Moore
35. Don't You Forget About Me by Jancee Dunn
36. The Three Incestuous Sisters by Audrey Niffenegger
37. Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn
38. I Know I Am, But What Are You? by Samantha Bee
39. Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
40. Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk by David Sedaris
41. Diary of a Wimpy Kid (Book #5) by Jeff Kinney
42. The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender
43. The Night Bookmobile by Audrey Niffenegger
44. The Camera My Mother Gave Me by Susanna Kaysen
45. Fun Home by Alison Bechdel
46. Confessions of a Teenage Jesus Jerk by Tony DuShane
47. The Impostor's Daughter by Laurie Sandell
48. The New Kings of Nonfiction edited by Ira Glass (I finished this today-just in time to make the list.)
I've been chronicling what I've been reading since 2008 and this is the first year that I've read under fifty books, which is somewhat disappointing because I had actually hoped to go well past fifty and read closer to 75. But it was a busy year. A year for experiencing life, not just reading about it.
A Few Thoughts on my Year in Books:
*As I look over what I've read this past year, a lot of it was neither good nor bad, just forgettable. Until completing this list, I had forgotten about half of these books.
*The book I remember reading the most while packing to move is Among Other Things, I've Taken Up Smoking. I never reviewed it here and in fact I don't think I even mentioned it. It was that shitty.
*For me, this was definitely the year of Barbara Kingsolver. I think I've read everything by her now except for The Lacuna. Have any of you read it? Should I make it a priority?
*The first book I read in Oregon was Good in Bed, which Jay picked up for me at a Target when we stopped in Boise. He remembered seeing it on the NPR list.
*Although so much of my list is kinda iffy, I did read quite a few books that I just loved and that I think about often: The Time Traveler's Wife, The Pilot's Wife, Atonement, Wicked, Good Grief, The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance, to name a few.
*The biggest disappointment for me was Squirrel Meets Chipmunk by David Sedaris. What was this about? I don't know. I didn't understand it and I didn't like it. My Custom Van was equally a let down.
As for the coming year, I'm not going to set any hard and fast goals about what I should be reading, but I would like to inch a bit closer to the elusive 75 books. Other than that, I'm just going to keep reading what I want to read.
What are some of your memorable reads of 2010 and do you have any goals for the new year?
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Such a huge part of my life feels as if it's been completed this past year. I still can't believe I'm finally where I want to be. I know it may seem as if I'm making an unnecessarily big deal about all this, but I was so unhappy in Florida.Lately I've actually been having a reoccurring nightmare in which, for whatever reason, I have to move back to Florida. I wake up feeling so stressed out and anxious, but then I realize it was all a nightmare.
But my surroundings are no longer one of those things.
For this coming year, I wish all of you the strength and faith in your own abilities to get to a place where you can bloom. And if you're there already, consider yourself lucky.(This last photo was taken after looking at the falls when we decided to hike up the mountain a bit. We didn't make it real far. It's now a family goal to make it to the top of the mountain.)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
And I'm not talking about people here in blog world, because that's what we use our blogs for-recording all those silly little details of our lives. I get that, and frankly that's what drew me to most of you in the first place-I enjoy the spin you all put on the day to day minutiae of your life. I'm referring more to women you meet in real life who have no life outside of the children. I'm so sick of getting on Facebook and reading syrupy sweet updates about how they baked cookies with their kids, went to the park, did artwork, played games, read stories, and so on. I don't need them to update me every time they feel they need validation as a parent. And that's what this boils down to, because no one can possibly believe that they are entertaining anyone by Tweeting about how they decorated Christmas cookies with their three year old.
I just want to tell these women that not only is it ok to not want to do that stuff, but sometimes it's ok to just not do it at all. Life will go on. If you want to sit down one afternoon and drink wine while reading a book instead of playing a game with your kid, go for it. If you want to do it everyday for a month, go for it. It doesn't mean you're a bad mom. It means you're human and that you don't feel like being around your children. And that doesn't make you an awful person. Because sometimes being around kids sucks.
I have a confession to make. After we moved to Oregon, I think I went three months without reading a book to my daughter. There were various legitimate reasons for this (we'd gotten out of the habit during the move, I hadn't gotten around to getting a library card and was bored with the books on her book shelf, etc) but basically, I just didn't want to. I was reading some great stuff then, it was a good TV time, we had just gotten a PS3, Netflix kept sending us interesting movies and I just didn't feel like reading to her. But the beauty of it all, and the point of this confession, is that the girl doesn't remember me not reading to her. That three month dry period didn't scar her for life. I want to share that knowledge with other mothers. I just want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them and reassure them that in 20 years their kids aren't going to be sitting around saying, "Remember that year when Mom wouldn't make a gingerbread house with us? Man, she was the worst mother ever!"
While on the subject of reading, a few weeks ago I overheard two mothers discussing how they don't read for pleasure anymore. One even said that she hadn't read a book since her oldest child was born. Seriously, how can you go SIX YEARS without reading a book? Not one book?!? I think I could read an entire book by accident over the course of six years. Even if you were to only read while on the toilet I would have to think you could read one or two books a year. And again, I want to stress that these aren't dumb women, they are simply women who have lost their minds to mommyhood.
I'm not trying to be unsympathetic to these women. I know the first few years of motherhood are hard and all consuming and at times you can feel like you're just drowning in it all. But at some point you have to pull yourself up and rejoin the rest of society. You can take baby steps. Say you're in the waiting room at the pediatrician's office. Pick up an Entertainment Weekly and skim the book reviews. Then the next time you're at Target picking up Diaper Genie refills, veer the cart over to the book section. Target carries bestsellers. Buy one. Read it. Then come over to my place and we'll discuss the book while ignoring our children. And that won't be a bad thing.
Monday, December 20, 2010
*As earlier mentioned, last week Jay and I went and saw The Santaland Diaries, a one man show based on the David Sedaris book. (By the way, if you haven't read that book, it's a must, especially this time of year.) The show was funny, the theatre was intimate, and we had great (second row!) seats. Plus, I just have to say that having a date night on a Wednesday just may be my new favorite thing. It really broke up the week nicely. I highly suggest it. Why save all the fun for the weekend?
*Last Friday night I sat for close to an hour and a half researching books and then requesting them through my library. I would love to be a cool person that goes out and actually does stuff on a Friday night, but the fact that I enjoyed my evening speaks volumes about my level of dorkitude.
*About a month ago, in an effort to save money, we cancelled our HBO, but Comcast counter offered with a free three month subscription, which we agreed to take and I'm so glad we did because there has been some excellent programming lately. One being the new Ricky Gervais stand up special. ( You all know how much I love him.) The other was a documentary called Outrage, a film about closeted homosexual politicians. It was both fascinating and sad. Have any of you seen it?
*The girl's birthday is coming up on January second. A few small gifts have been purchased as well as the ingredients to make a super epic rainbow cake. The pompom garlands will probably remain up as well.But other than all that, the affair will be small-just family. This is the second year that my family has officially celebrated birthdays and as hard as I try I just can't shake the idea that children's birthdays have gotten a bit too extravagant for my liking. I've been to quite a few lately, some were crazier than others, but one that stands out had the birthday kid sitting on a throne. Admittedly, it was an inflatable throne, but it still just kinda left a bad taste in my mouth. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. Am I just being Miss Poopy No Fun?
Thursday, December 16, 2010
While at Goodwill I took the shirt off the rack and put it back about half a dozen times, but ultimately couldn't walk away from a shirt with such lovely little details: I'm willing to look over her few minor flaws. Love conquers all.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Confessions of a Teenage Jesus Jerk is a novel loosely based on the life of the author, Tony DuShane, who spent his entire childhood as one of Jehovah's Witnesses. We first meet the main character, Gabe, as a middle schooler and the book covers his life through the high school years. As if the adolescent years aren't torturous enough, Gabe has to get through them while being one of Jehovah's Witnesses. Which means no birthday parties, no after school extracurricular activities, no dating, and a lot of preaching from door to door. So he's basically a social freak. He and his pals, Peter and Jin, make it through the school day by laying low, even though the other Witness kids at his high school want to do things like set up a booth outside the cafeteria where they can preach about the Bible to non-Witness kids.
As Gabe and his friends grow up, they begin to do their own research and question the belief system they've had their whole life. In the end, all three come to very different conclusions.
Okay, of course I LOVED THIS BOOK. But, admittedly, I'm biased. This genre holds such appeal to me because I immediately feel the connection with the author. As much as I talk and share about my past here in this space, it isn't the same as discussing it with someone else who has been through it. For instance, early in the story, Gabe says this about preaching from door to door, "I'd perfected the mediocre knock over my years in service. I knocked softly enough for no one to hear me inside the house, but loudly enough not to raise suspicion that I really wanted to avoid talking to people about the Bible on some mornings, especially when I preached in an area where I knew a few of my school friends lived." Of course I know exactly what the author is talking about.
Because the story is told from the perspective of an adolescent boy, there's a lot of talk about masturbation and sex, both very taboo, unsavory subjects among Witnesses. As I was reading this I was reminded of a lot of the guys I grew up with. I have to believe that because they weren't allowed to talk about sex in any kind of a normal manner, that their relationship with the idea of it probably bordered on near obsession.
This story is mostly lighthearted, although the last two or three chapters take a surprisingly sad, darker turn. Not in an unrealistic way, just in an unexpected way.
Three Reasons You Should Read This Book
*Although the book itself is fiction, it's a very realistic, matter of fact telling of what it's like growing up as one of Jehovah's Witnesses. Almost every time I write about my past here, I get at least one hateful comment or email from some anonymous Jehovah's Witness who feels it's their Christian duty to come to the defense of the religion and call me a liar. I try really hard to be honest about my history but those little comments still get under my skin and make me doubt myself a bit. So when I read something like Jesus Jerk, I definitely feel validated. So if you're looking for another source to back up my tale, this is a good place to start.
*Because Tony DuShane's book is written in such a pragmatic way, he never really comes right out and bashes the religion he grew up in. I think this has such a better effect for the reader -especially those only mildly familiar with Witnesses-than if he were to come from a place of hate or anger. (DuShane talks more about this in an interview in The Portland Mercury. You can read it here.)
*Like a lot of the books I've been reading lately, this was a really good story about finding your true self, which is so hard when you grow up in a religion (cult) that forces a personality on you.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Anxiously Awaiting:: The Santaland Diaries. Jay and I are having a date night next week and we're seeing the show based on the David Sedaris book. I bought a new dress and am excited to go out.
Drinking:: Homemade chai. I also made a separate batch, replacing all the spices with a few heaping shakes of pumpkin pie spice. Yum.
After watching this video about how to make perfect snowflakes, I'm obsessed with the process. I only wish I had a kid to do it with me. The boy is too old ("cool") and the girl is too young to wield scissors big enough to cut through the many folds of paper. I gave her a shot at it but I kept having visions of trips to the ER with a baggie full of ice and a finger. So yeah, it's just me sitting around like a dork making snowflakes.
Reading:: Nothing at the moment! Can you believe it? Although I do have some library books needing to be picked up. I just finished Confessions of a Teenage Jesus Jerk, which was good. (Review to come soon.)
Wanting:: Dani's pompom garland. Must.Go.Buy.Pompoms.
What are you up to?
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
After Bruce dies in a freak accident (that may or may not be suicide) his secrets begin to surface. Alison learns from her mother that while hiding behind the perfect family facade, Bruce had spent his entire married life having homosexual affairs, at times even with the young boys he met through his work as a high school english teacher.
As Alison reflects back on her childhood, she's not only forced to see her family's past in a whole new way, but to decide how or if at all, it effects her life as a homosexual woman.
Three Reasons You Should Read This Book:
*I know that reading about any sexuality different from the one you identify with can be (for some people) scary/weird/uncomfortable and although sexuality is a major theme in this book, it's also just a really good, albeit slightly twisted, coming of age story.
*Even though this is technically a graphic novel, it didn't always feel that way to me. It felt more like a regular novel just with pictures. Alison Bechdel doesn't skimp when it comes to using words and she doesn't rely on her drawings to tell the story. The words tell the story and the drawings are just a beautiful added bonus.
*Not only do I think you should read this book, but TIME magazine does as well. Back in 2006, Fun Home was #1 on TIME's list of 10 Best Books of the year, ranking higher than books by Cormac Mccarthy and Dave Eggers.
Monday, December 6, 2010
After a quick dinner we went to Pioneer Place Mall and did a bit of shopping, mostly of the window variety. There is just something about "city shopping" that is so much fun. I know the tights that I get at the J.Crew in the city are the same as the ones at the J.Crew in the suburbs, but the buying process is much more exciting.
Looking out over the city from the sky bridge that connects the two sides of the mall:(I love how you can see the ever-so-faint reflections of me and the girl.)
Mall entertainment in the form of Christmas Carolers:How cute are they? I felt weird taking their picture so Jay snapped a few for me, reasoning that these theatrical types probably don't mind their picture being taken.
After the mall we drove out to the Portland International Raceway to see the Winter Wonderland Light Show. Every year a huge light display is erected along the racetrack and for a small fee you can drive your car around the track at a leisurely pace and view it all.
There were various themes along the track, such as:
Holidays under the sea:Sports:
This one, along with a few of the other displays, was fully animated. The player on the right kicked the ball to the goalie but it would repeatedly slip right through his hands.
Seven swans a-swimming:Nine ladies dancing:Eleven lords a-leaping:
Although the night wasn't perfect and the kids pissed me off a few times, we mostly had a good time. I know siblings are always going to argue but my hope is that it continues to die down to a much more tolerable level soon or else the children will never leave the house other than to go to school.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I have been trying to review this book for a week but it's been difficult, plus my to-do list lately has been kind of long and I haven't had the time to figure out the best way to write this review. At this point, all I can come up with is this completely random list of bulleted thoughts, which will have to suffice:
*Basically, the book chronicles the author's two year struggle to find out what is causing the pain in her vagina. She has numerous visits with traditional doctors, gynecologists, alternative health practitioners, an internal specialist, a vulvologist, etc but gets no conclusive answers.
*While this is going on, she's living with her boyfriend who likes to have a lot of sex. With her sore vagina. When she doesn't want to have sex he pouts and whines. So not only do we get to hear her complain about her sore vagina (it burns, it feels like it's being pricked with needles, it's hot, and so on), but we also get to hear her complain about her dickhead boyfriend.
*This woman will discuss her sore vagina with anyone, which I guess shouldn't come as a surprise since she did write a book about it, but when is enough enough? Not only does she share her situation with female friends, but male friends as well, and even couples. She describes having dinner at a couple's house and the entire conversation revolves around her vagina. I am beyond amazed that her friends put up with this. You know, I am not above discussing weird and/or inappropriate things with people. I've called my best friend numerous times and started the conversation out with the phrase, "Hey, ya wanna hear something gross about me?" But I have to think that if I just kept going on and on about it that eventually she'd stop returning my calls.
*At numerous times her boyfriend says things to her like, "It seems like you just don't want to have sex." Or, "You don't want to get better." I really don't want to side with the boyfriend, because he does seem like a major jerk, but I agree with him. Her sore vagina completely takes over her life and it does seem like she almost enjoys being nothing more but a giant sore vagina.
*I wanted to like this book because it was written by Susanna Kaysen, who wrote Girl, Interrupted, which I loved. But I really hated this. I felt as if it was the most self indulgent thing I've ever read.
*According to the dust jacket: The title comes from Luis Bunuel's film Viridiana. Some peasants are at a banquet in a country mansion. They ask a maid to take a group snapshot, and she obliges, lifting up her skirt and using the "camera" that's underneath. Ok, I'm going to come right out and say it but I have no idea what that even means. Am I retarded? She took a picture with her vagina? What? I just don't get it.
*I got this book from the library and I've had it laying around. Jay, who's lately been reading a lot of the same books as I have, gave it a look over, dropped it, and declared that he "won't be reading that one." Good call.
*This book may appeal to some people but it did nothing for me. Maybe I'm just insensitive to other's pain because I have a problem free vagina and I can't imagine it any other way. So be it.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
*It's recently come to my attention that I really don't like turkey. I've never loved it, but I could deal with it because I knew it would only show up once a year. But I think we're breaking up now. Every year I try to convince the family to do Thanksgiving Tofurkey style, but now I don't even want that. I don't want a turkey or anything that is supposed to even slightly resemble a turkey. I think next year we'll be doing a smaller bird for Jay and the boy and I'll just load up on sides the way the girl does.
*Carla has been doing some really interesting posts about her Mennonite faith. I admit to previously being hopelessly clueless about Mennonites so I'm finding it all very fascinating. (You can find posts here and here.)
*Has anyone been watching the show Downsized on the WE network? Long story short, it's a reality show about a family of nine (two adults, seven kids) who went from being fairly wealthy to living below the poverty level when the economy tanked. I don't normally get worked up about a TV show, especially a reality show, but this one has deeply affected me. In one of the first episodes I watched, one of the teenage daughters went to the store to get a few grocery items and was given the food stamp card to pay for it all. After everything was rung up, she was told she only had $2 available on the card, so she had to put all of her items back and left with only a packet of gravy mix. I was bawling like a baby while watching this. I would be mortified if that happened to me now, I can only imagine how awful it would feel as a teenager and half the people working in the store go to your high school. I know that I'm totally gushing about this (I've already called my best friend and gotten quite choked up), but I really feel like if you've ever had any financial problems ever, you should be watching this show. And if you have older children, they should be watching it with you.
*Have any of you ever made a brown sugar pie? I made one for Thanksgiving (I got the recipe from I Like You by Amy Sedaris), and although it tasted fine and still got eaten, it didn't set as well as I would have liked and was a bit goopy in the middle. Anyone have any thoughts on this?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Late one night after a fight with her boyfriend, Alexandra takes a walk and comes upon a parked Winnebago. The man in the driver's seat, Robert Openshaw, explains that it's The Night Bookmobile, it's only open from dusk to dawn, and then he invites her to come inside and see the collection. Upon further inspection, Alexandra realizes that not only has she read every book in the library, but that there are even copies of her old childhood diaries housed in the Winnebago. Mr. Openshaw explains that the Bookmobile is her personal library and that everything she has ever read is catalogued there. But as the sun begins to rise, Mr. Openshaw and the Winnebago are forced to go, leaving Alexandra wanting more.
Over the coming years, Alexandra comes upon the Bookmobile a few more times, each time it's larger and updated with all the recent books she's read. But it's never enough and she becomes obsessed with the Bookmobile. She goes to school, becomes a real librarian, and later the director of a large library in Chicago. Still, she's empty, she wants to work in her personal library with her private collection. But can she get there? And if she does, will she be happy with her choice?
This is the second graphic novel I've read by Audrey Niffenegger, the first being The Three Incestuous Sisters, which I admit to checking out from the library because I thought it would be wildly freaky. It was not. It was very dull. The Night Bookmobile though, was wonderful. The story was completely original and I never knew what would happen next. The ending was somewhat shocking and magical, but in a good way.
I know a lot of people tend to avoid graphic novels and I'm not sure why. Maybe for fear of there not being a good plot or cohesive, linear storyline? (I admit I've read a lot of crappy graphic novels.) Maybe you think of them as comics, thus not real literature? Or maybe you just don't want to spend your book money on a book that you can read in one night? I can totally understand that. But if you've never read a decent graphic novel then you're truly missing out on a large genre of literature and a type of storytelling like no other, that a lot of times focuses on topics you won't find in typical novels.
So if you've been avoiding the graphic novel, it's time to shake your fear and head to your library. If you don't know where to begin, here are a few of my favorites:
*The Complete Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi
*Blankets by Craig Thompson
*The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman
Do you like graphic novels? If so, what are some of your favorites?
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
*I sometimes see Jehovah's Witnesses going from door to door in my neighborhood. When they come to my apartment I either don't answer the door, or answer it and just quickly say that I'm not interested. I have no desire to get into any theological discussion with any off those people. I hate that religion and disagree with the majority of the beliefs. But, I think that the practicers of the religion are basically good people who got swept up with an all consuming faith that completely took over their lives. In their hearts they feel they are doing the right thing because they are told over and over that they are, and I can't fault them for that. Nor can I try to change their minds about it all. Although I want to. I so want to. But you can't argue with people about faith/religion/god. Well, you can. But unless someone wants to hear what you have to say, it's futile.
*I sometimes find myself humming songs we used to sing at The Kingdom Hall (the JW church). I find this irritating because none of their songs are particularly pretty or well written. There's one called Let's Watch How We Walk and it's all about watching what you do and say because people of 'the world' are always looking to judge you and the religion and if they see it in a negative light, then they won't convert and have eternal life. And if they don't gain eternal life, then you're essentially blood guilty, and who wants that? But yeah, I hate that those songs are in my head taking up valuable brain space.
*I wish that I could talk to my dad about all this. But he's still an active member of the church and anything I say to him would be seen as completely sacrilegious. He may even go so far as to assume that my thoughts and words aren't my own, but that I'm under the influence of the devil. In recent years our relationship has gotten better but I know that we'll never be close while he's one of Jehovah's Witnesses because there is a whole portion of my life that I can't share with him for fear of offending his completely irrational belief system. I can't send him pictures of the girl dressed for Halloween or pictures of the kids faces on Christmas morning. When my dad and I do talk, there is a whole host of topics we both just sort of mutually avoid. After we talk about Jay's work and the kids, we usually end up discussing real estate or politics. Is that a normal father/daughter conversation? I don't know, it feels like something is missing.
*Random fact: There was a study done by the Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life and it found that "Jehovah's Witnesses have the lowest retention rate of any religious tradition. Only 37% of those who say they were raised as Jehovah's Witnesses still identify themselves as Jehovah's Witnesses." (The full report can be seen here.)
*As far as my childhood goes, it wasn't an awful one and I never want to give the impression that I was abused. I was loved. I had everything I needed. But I was sheltered to the point where I think it stifled my development in many ways. I was always shy to begin with, but the fact that I had this viewpoint that the entire world was evil except for those who served Jehovah, made it even worse. Plus, I was an only child. There are times I remember being painfully lonely. I see my own kids now and they have so many friends and such active social lives. I didn't have that as a kid. Mostly, I think I've gotten beyond that now. I'll always be an introvert because I think that's just my personality, but I consider myself normal. More or less.
*I regret hanging around the Witnesses as long as I did, mainly because it caused my son to miss out on so much in his early childhood. He sees the girl going to birthday parties and trick or treating and he makes comments that he wishes he could have done those things. It makes me sad because I know he can't get those years back. But there really isn't anything I can do about it now, I can only try to make the rest of his childhood as normal as possible, and I think Jay and I are doing a pretty good job of that.
Anyway....I guess that's all I have to say about this right now until the time when it bubbles up once again. As always, please feel free to leave any thoughts or questions in the comments section and I'll try to respond to them in the best way I know how.
Monday, November 15, 2010
These green balls are my absolute favorite:I love, love, love them. I have a set of 14 that I bought at a garage sale for about $4. They look vintage but I don't think they are. They probably originally came from Target or some place similar.
This sled ornament also came from a garage sale.I think it was some outrageous price like 25 cents. It's hand painted and the date on the side says 1983. I know that it may seem weird to some that I have other folk's personal, hand made ornaments hanging from my tree, but I have no problem co-opting someones happy memories and making them my own. Plus, I think that in twenty years, these ornaments will have more personal meaning to me. They'll serve to remind me of our first real holiday season.
This one is the girl's favorite, probably because it's pink. It's handmade from a clothespin, but handmade well, meaning it doesn't look like a first grader's craft project.She's holding the tiniest jar of potpourri with a gift tag for Leslie so I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that this was a gift for Leslie. The year 1984 is written on the bottom. Apparently the early eighties were a good time for handmade crafts. In my mind I like to think that some crafty mom made these ornaments for her kids every year and that Leslie is her daughter. The truth could be something completely different and Leslie could be a raging bitch but I'm sticking with my happy fantasy.
This guy makes me chuckle every time I look at him. He looks like something straight out of the Rudolph special they show on TV every year.Now this last guy certainly isn't fancy but I wanted to share him with you because I think his construction is pretty clever:His head and body are two nuts glued together:I think it's such a cute, but still quick and simple, craft idea.
I'm still finding my rhythm with this whole holiday tree thing and I guess the possibilities for decorating it are almost endless. Do you decorate your tree differently every year, maybe adopting a different theme? Because the control freak nut job in me could totally get on board the idea of maybe one year only using pastel colored ornaments, or striped ornaments, etc. What are your favorite ornaments and why? Is it the same year after year? What about lights? Do you change those out every year? And while we're on the subject of Christmas lights, are they the shittiest, most shoddily made products or what? I have a feeling that the next three months of my life are going to be spent wiggling teeny tiny bulbs trying to find the culprit that is keeping the whole string from blinking.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
We went to Lee's Farm, which is this great family farm not far from our apartment.
It didn't take us long to find the perfect tree. One that was nice and full, yet not too tall. Stump throwing commenced while waiting for someone to come and cut our tree: The man with the saw soon arrived:
The tree is then carried off to be shook out and tied to our car:While we were waiting we ate pumpkin donuts (!!!) and hung out with a few farm animals: As many of you know, this is my family's first *real* Christmas. (Or you may not have known that. Or you may have known but forgot. Either way, if you want to read more about that, this post and this post are good places to start.) Even though it's been a long time since I've actually considered myself one of Jehovah's Witnesses, the celebration of most holidays has never really been high on my list and Jay is so easy going that he's never cared one way or another. Plus, since I have family members that are still Witnesses, it was hard to really celebrate anything in any kind of overt manner because it would inevitably start up a discussion that no one really wanted to have. Simply put, it was easiest just to avoid the whole thing.
But now, here we are, thousands of miles away from my whole messy, sad past and it seems like a great time to start doing certain things. Let the holiday season begin.