Merry Christmas, Peeps!

I've got a sleeping child, coffee with Bailey's, and the start of the Christmas Story 24-hour marathon. Hope you all have a great Christmas!

Christmas Flashback!

Ok, I'll freely admit to owning the NKOTB Christmas CD way back in the day. It was a staple among me and the sibs, and my parents grudgingly allowed it into the holiday rotation, along with Harry Connick, Jr. and the old classic Very Special Christmas albums. Our favorite track was "Funky Funky Christmas," and our very favorite line was when Joey Mac talked about his Santa mishap:

Sneaking downstairs on Christmas Eve
I saw a sight that you just wouldn't believe
St. Nick by the fireplace dusting off his head with a frown on his face
He said hay - said what - he said you - I said what
He said you left the fire burning and I burnt my butt
so now I've learned you've got to turn the fireplace down
so Santa won't get burned

NKOTB was a big freaking deal, as evidenced by their holiday appearance on the Arsenio Hall show. Talk about a blast from the past!



This also happened to be the year that I furiously demanded my dad stop making fun of the NKOTB, because they were going to be BIGGER THAN THE BEATLES!! What do 10-year-olds know, anyway? I believe it was in response to this song, that my dad heard on the radio one morning and then insisted on playing over and over and over for us. I was beside myself with "OMFG! How could they DO that?! That is SO not funny!"



Not that I was ever a big fan of that song, to begin with, what with the OCD and the image of poor grandma getting run over by the sled, but that was just taking it too far.

May your christmases be very funky funky :)

Holiday Letter, 2011

Dear Family and Friends,

We hope this letter finds you well. What a year this has been! Early this summer, we took a trip to Colorado for a weekend of adventure. Charlie showed off his super survival skills by filtering mountain water for us to drink. Jené learned that she has no future as a triathlete after a disastrous attempt at downhill mountain biking. Thankfully, the blood loss was minimal and the bruises healed after a few months. This past July, we joined the world in celebration as Lord Voldemort was finally defeated after a seven-year long battle. In other exciting news, we learned that the maximum number of Lego blocks that can be stacked in a single vertical tower is 380. Perhaps most importantly, they recently re-paved the road to the local Dunkin Donuts. We’re enjoying the new smooth surface.

Charlie has been traveling the country to sell his great inventions. So far he’s seen hand-fishing in Mississippi, ate a mean open-faced roast beef sandwich out of the back of some lady’s trailer in Tennessee, gave a presentation in a smoker’s shack in South Carolina, and managed to make it out of Alabama with the F5 hot on his heels. Work is going well for him, though – one of his seals is actually being used to help with the Fukushima Plant clean-up. God help us all. In an effort to prepare for the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse, he has taken up shooting as a hobby.

Jené turned the big 3-0 this year and decided it was finally time to toss the fake ID. No danger of being mistaken for an underage drinker at this point. During a well-intentioned effort to look more like an adult, she learned the hard way that getting highlights at a discount salon probably isn’t the best idea. She continues to travel to DC on a regular basis. She says that it’s “for work,” but we all know that it’s because there’s a Ben & Jerry’s on the ground floor of the office building. She’s been cleaning up in competitions, winning the office NCAA pool, a euchre tournament, and the age-group award in a local 5K. Sadly, she’s in no danger of ever actually winning a race, and missed her sub-four-hour marathon by ten (bleeping) seconds. It’s been three months, and we still haven’t heard the end of it.

Charlie recently graduated from booger-eating to peeing standing up (as long as the toilet isn’t self-flushing). That’s Charlie, Jr., not the older one. He has also taken up running as a hobby. He has participated in three races thus far, but his favorite place to run is away from the bathtub. He is a singing and dancing fool, and attended his first live concert in September when Yo Gabba Gabba! came to town. He brought down the house in the preschool holiday concert with his improvised dance routing during “Frosty the Snowman.” He is an absolute geek in training, and we’re cultivating his love for all things Star Wars. We had our proudest parenting moment yet when he mentioned that he was thankful for “numbers” during our thanksgiving dinner. We just hope they aren’t prime.

All the best from our family to yours,
Charlie, Jené, and Charlie

White Wine in the Sun

It's christmastime, which means it's once again time for me to share one of my most favorite christmas songs, ever. This year's holiday season is shaping up well, so far. I've wined and dined with a collection of lovely ladies, made merry with my co-workers at our holiday party, decided to forgo the weeks of christmas cookie baking in favor of a few batches of good fudge, and I've got a lunch celebration with the BFF coming up next week. Even more importantly, I got a new nephew on Tuesday! Baby Angelo was born early Tuesday morning. My brother and his girlfriend had the baby at home, which really freaks me out, but apparently worked quite well for them. Talk about a great christmas present!

Charlie's holiday concert is tonight. This is the first year that he really "gets" the whole idea of christmas. They're teaching them about all of the winter celebrations at school, Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa, so there have been some interesting questions about why we don't have candles (a menorah) and why doesn't everyone have a christmas tree. In working through all of those questions, I've been trying to really hit on the message that everyone believes different things, and that's ok. In our house, we're focusing on christmas as a time to spend celebrating family and giving to others. It's hard to get that message across with all of the commercialization (same issue, I'm assuming, with the christian parents who want a religious focus on their own celebration), but we're making the effort. I can't wait to spend christmas back in Jersey with most of Charlie's whole huge extended Italian family.

This song represents the perfect answer when people ask why non-christians even bother to celebrate the season.



I'm looking forward to Christmas
It's sentimental I know
But I just really like it

I am hardly religious
I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu
To be honest

And yes I have all of the usual objections to consumerism
The commercialisation of ancient religions
And the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it

I really like Christmas
Though I'm not expecting
A visit from Jesus

I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don't go for ancient wisdom
I dont believe just cos ideas are tenacious
It means they are worthy

I'm ambivalent to churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords
Though the lyrics are dodgy

And yes I have all of the usual objections to miseducation
Of children forced into a cult institution and taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right or wrong
But I quite like the songs

I really like London
Though Christmas is not quite as white as I’d hoped
It’s kind of European

I'm not expecting great presents
Ye olde combination of socks, jocks and chocolate
Is just fine by me

Cos I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You'll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a petting zoo

And you’re too young to know
But you will learn one day
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people
Who'll make you feel safe in the world
My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if my baby girl
When you're twenty one or thirty one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself 9000 miles from home

You’ll know whatever comes
Your brothers and sisters and me and your mum.
Will be waiting for you in the sun

Girl when Christmas comes
Your brothers and sisters
Your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins
And me and your mum.
Will be drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental I know

On the Twelfth Day of BlogFestivus...

Happy Twelfth Day of BlogFestivus!



On the Twelfth day, we get Twelve Drummers Drumming.

(Is it just me, or does "twelfth" look like a made up word?)

So when I was little, you were allowed to pick an instrument to play in the band when you were in 5th grade.

I decided that I was going to play the drums. My parents asked me over and over again if I was SURE that I wanted to play the drums, hell, if I was SURE that I wanted to play any instrument, at all. After all, my brother was a super talented musical genius, surely there couldn't be TWO child wonders in the same household. Surely.

Hells yeah, I wanted to play the drums. And I was going to play the hell out of those drums. I had visions of being the next Dana Carvey (we had recently seen him play the drums on an SNL christmas special in character as the Church Lady). I was going to practice every day, I was going to work really super hard, and I was going to totally rock that shit. ROCK it.

As with many 10-year-olds who have high aspirations, I failed. I failed miserably. I never got past Hot Cross Buns. I never made it to the spring concert. Hell, I never made it through the first ten lessons. Part of it was the lack of practice, more of it was the lack of rhythm. Still more of it was the lack of give-a-damn. I tried a few more instruments after that, with no more success. In fact, toward the end of my 6th grade year, Mr. Richards kicked me out of the program, altogether, because I still hadn't learned how to read music.

That's when I quit being sad, and started being awesome, instead.

Also, I hate the Little Drummer Boy song. Actually, I hate all songs that require you to sing weird syllables, like pa rum pa pum pum. We had to sing it in choir one year and I felt like a tool.

And so we've come to the sad end of BlogFestivus. Thanks to Blogdramedy for putting the fun together!

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On the Eleventh Day of BlogFestivus...

Happy Eleventh Day of BlogFestivus!



On the Eleventh day, we get Eleven Pipers Piping.

Honestly, I'm struggling where to go with this one without incriminating myself, so I'm going to plead the fifth.

A recorder is kind of like a pipe, right? Or maybe it is a pipe? A part of the same pipe family? Does it matter? In the end it's a piece of plastic that makes ears bleed.


(source)

One christmas, when I was very small and my siblings were even smaller, my grandma bought us each a recorder. Mine was ivory colored, my brother's was green, and I don't remember my sister's. They came with a little book that was supposed to teach us how to play 10ish songs. It had little diagrams for where your fingers were supposed to go, and which holes needed to be covered when. But we were kids, and we quickly discovered that it didn't really matter if you were playing it correctly, as long as there was noise coming out. And boy, was there noise coming out. We ran around with those things for days, blowing as hard and loud as we could (that's what she said) with no rhyme, rhythm, or reason. One morning we woke up and they were gone.

Now that I'm a parent, myself, I understand a few things. For the love of all things holy, DO NOT BUY MY KID A RECORDER. I swear, if one of those things ever shows up under our christmas tree, I will cut a bitch. It's like a Parenting Code. Why any parent would inflict that kind of pain on any other parent is beyond me.



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On the Tenth Day of Christmas...

... a departure from the norm. Happy Tenth Day of BlogFestivus!



The Tenth Day brings us Ten Lords A Leapin'. I've been dreading this day since I read the challenge, and I just can't come up with a song that isn't either stupid or sacrilegious. Not that I care about such things, but for the sake of all of you....

I pulled my college transcripts last week (finally finishing my PhD, I hope) and noticed that there was an F in my records. An F. It was a creative writing class, for poetry. I had completely forgotten about that whole fiasco. Anyway. Totally irrelevant to Leapin' Lords.

I'm actually going to tell you a true story about leaping. We'll leave out the lords for now. This can also serve as a warning to women who have not yet experienced the joy of pregnancy and don't know that the Kegel muscles get wrecked and wrecked again and are never quite the same (moms, you know I'm right. don't try to tell me you've never snissed). For the backstory, husband and I are crazy. We exercise together, and one of our favorite programs is P90X. P90X includes an exercise video called Plyometrics, which means "jump training." Jump training? Pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Here's a screenshot I found online.

Here's a video, even better.



Knee Jump Tuck - exactly the exercise that cause my... issue.

So imagine that particular muscle group being not-quite-as-strong-as-they-apparently-should-be, drinking lots of water all day so that I'm properly hydrated, and then jumping around wildly for 45 minutes like they're doing in that picture up there.

Thank goodness we're doing the program in the comfort of our own basement. That would have been quite the walk of shame.


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On the Ninth Day of Christmas...

Happy Ninth Day of BlogFestivus!



So the Ninth Day brings us Nine Ladies Dancing. Dancing is most definitely not part of my skillset. To make up for dropping the ball yesterday, I've got a real treat for you guys today. If you enjoy watching people make asses out of themselves on the interwebs, then you're going to love this.

First, a little backstory. When I was in 3rd grade, I was invited to my first dance party for my friend Denesha's birthday. It was the days of Pump Up the Jam, and boy, were we jamming. I thought we were all laughing and dancing and having a good time, until I realized that most of the other kids were laughing AT me, not with me. They were all mimicking my Bunny Hop move. You know the one, where you don't really know what to do with your arms and legs, so you just kind of bounce around in one spot? I never lived that down. Three years later, at the Big Sixth Grade Dance, Denesha's cousin Gary sought me out to show me that he still remembered the Bunny Hop. 22 years later, nothing has changed.

Nothing, that is, except the introduction of the Xbox Kinect and Dance Central. Oh, how I love Dance Central. It almost makes me feel like I have rhythm. So today, you get me singing AND dancing. Or doing something that kind of looks like dancing. Sort of. Ok, really you get to watch me flail around trying to follow what the lady on the screen is doing. I do a very bad job. I'm blaming it on the cat trying to eat my feet.




Each time I try to shake my butt
People just think that I’m a nut
I’m just super unfly
Rhythm gene passed me by
Do I step left? Do I step right?
What’s go in on with my arms?
Don’t get to close to me, or you might come to some harm
Keep it cool, what’s the name of this song?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, alright

I can’t dance. And it’s ok.
Da doo doo doo
I can’t dance. Not a chance, babe
Da doo doo doo
I can’t dance. And it’s ok.
Duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. I can’t dance


This is what it's SUPPOSED to look like.



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On the Eighth Day of Christmas...

Bean drops the ball.



Really, I didn't bother to consult the master lyrics to the song, and thought it was 8 Drummers Drumming, and had a great post all lined up. Then I found out that I was wrong (of course, that's the first time something like that has ever happened), so I said to myself - Ok, you still have time. Write a song about milk at lunch. Then lunch turned into a meeting, and no songs about milk. No milk, even - I had a nice salad sitting in front of me and didn't even get to eat it until 2:00, when I was back in my office. Even then, it took me an hour because there were all these little crises happening. Whatever. So then I said - Ok, you still have the evening, after bedtime. Then I left work 30 minutes later than usual, sat in traffic that I generally avoid, and then right as I went to turn onto the highway, they closed it. An hour later I pulled into my driveway, did a mental scan of the fridge and cabinet contents, and pulled right back out to go to the grilled cheese place. Now the kid is in bed, and I'm wiped. No song for you!

Here's the milk, though.



What, you thought I'd leave it out?


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On the Seventh Day of Christmas...

Happy Seventh Day of BlogFestivus!





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On the Sixth Day of Christmas

Happy Sixth Day of BlogFestivus!




After a few rounds of "California Swans" in the style of Katy Perry, I decided to go with the sounds of LMFAO after I heard Sexy and I Know It on the way home from work. It was a lightning bolt of inspiration. You'll see.

Actually, originally I wanted to share a cheer that I learned when I was 8 and had delusions of being a super cute cheerleader, but then I forgot. That's why I never made the squad. That, and so many other reasons. But that's a story for another day. How funky is your chicken? How loose is your goose? Our goose is totally loose.




When I walk on by, ganders be looking like damn, she fly
I strut to the beat, walking through the park like I own the streets, yeah
This is how I roll, feathery body, taking my stroll
I'm a goose, already told ya so
And like Michael Phelps I got the webbed feet, yo

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I-I-I-I wear down!

When I walk through the park, this is what I see
All the ducks stop and they staring at me
My beak is sharper than a tack and I ain't afraid to show it

I'm sexy and I know it

When the snow falls down, I'm already out in a warmer town
I like Miami beach, I hike up my feathers to tan my cheeks
That's just how I roll, come on fellas it's time to go
We headed to the park, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service


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On the Fifth Day of Christmas...

Happy Fifth Day of BlogFestivus!



National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation has to be one of my top two all-time favorite christmas movies. I love everything about it. One of the best lines in that movie has to be "Merry Christmas! Shitter's full." I laugh just thinking about it. Classic.



There is, however, a part that I'm not a big fan of. It's the part where the cat chews through the christmas tree lights. I suffer from ostrich syndrome, so I spent most of my childhood pretending that the cat was absolutely fine, just a little static-y.

How is this relevant? Well, the fifth gift of the BlogFestivus song is Five Golden Rings, and Christmas Vacation provided me with the inspiration. You'll see.



We worked on it for days,
Strung the lights in just the right way
Hung the ornaments evenly spaced
Decorating that was truly aced

How were we to know that it wouldn’t last the season
We were proud, proud, proud, didn’t think of any reason
That by Christmas eve
The tree would leave, the tree would leave

It all happened so suddenly
As we sat back to admire the tree
A snap a pop a yelp, and then a hiss,
Rising smoke a sign something’s amiss

The tree turned into a burning ring of fire
The cat wasn’t the same once he chewed right through that wire
The tinsel burned, burned, burned,
The tree’s on fire, the tree’s on fire



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On the Fourth Day of Christmas...

Happy Fourth Day of BlogFestivus!



Day Four brings us a gift of calling birds. I guess they're kind of like having teenagers around? That's sure how it was for my parents, anyway. For my 13th birthday, they gifted me with my own phone number. At least, they said it was a gift, anyway - as I've gotten older I've realized that it was probably more for them, so I didn't tie up their line with "Do you think he likes me?!?!?!" conversations every hour of the day.

Funny how things work, though, because in my old age I've decided that talking on the phone is something that I can do without. I hate phone conversations. You never know if you're calling someone at a good time, or if you're socially awkward, like me, then you never know if they really want to be talking to you or when they want to hang up or how to fill those inevitable awkward pauses. That's not to say that I never talk on the phone - I still talk to aunts and grandma regularly. I love texting. My BFF and I have actually spoken on the phone two whole times. TWICE. Once was before I had a phone that had text capabilities, and the other time was by accident, when one of us butt-dialed. So, in honor of my dislike of the phone, I have yet another song for you. This one's short. I hope you enjoy it.





Phone calls are old-fashioned, baby,
From an old-school time
Just because you’ve got my number
Don’t mean that I’m online
Take me off your speed dial,
I don’t want to hear that ring

(Don’t) call me! On my line,
Please don’t call me any, any time.
(Don’t) call me! On my line,
But you can text me any, any time.

Shower me with emails, baby,
Find me on g-chat,
Hit me up on Facebook please,
That's where the party's at.
Phone calls make my heart beat fast,
It’s a generation gap

(Don’t) call me! On my line,
Please don’t call me any, any time.
(Don’t) call me! On my line,
But you can text me any, any time.
Text me.


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On the Third Day of Christmas...

Happy Third Day of BlogFestivus!



I'm finally stepping outside of the Beatles box, and moving onto what should be a very familiar song to all of you. In fact, I recently learned that it's my Running Buddy's favorite karaoke song. I think she does a much better job than me.



I'm just a small-town hen
Living in this farmhouse pen
I may be small, but my eggs are eaten everywhere

Diners, drive-throughs
Up and down the grocers' aisles
With waffles and bacon on the side

Ketchup, Hollandaise
Scrambled, poached, or sunny-side
Eggs are the building blocks of life

Some like them boiled, some like them fried
My eggs are eaten far and wide
I just wish someone would take me for a ride

Night-life, city lights
Suburban sprawl and urban blight
I'd like to see the world with my own two eyes

Farm life smothers me
I just long to be set free
People love my eggs, I'm sure that they'll love me

Don't stop egg-eating
It's my ticket to freedom
I'm a little hen with big dreams.




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On the Second Day of Christmas...

Happy Second Day of BlogFestivus!



Hope you all enjoyed the little song I put together for you yesterday. Today, I'm treating you to still more fabulous vocal styling. Better yet, this time you get to actually see my smiling face. It's a second Beatles song, with great apologies to Lisleman for playing the part of Yoko Ono this holiday season. I can't help it, the subjects in question have just fit so nicely so far. What subject do we have today? Well, the Two Turtle Doves, of course!

ETA: I'm sad about how this one turned out, because I did a really great recording in my basement, complete with props, only to discover that there was no audio recording. I'll have to work on that. For now, you're stuck with me singing in my (parked) car. You do get a bonus shot of my lap as I struggle to turn the camera off at the end, too.






Two turtle do-oves,
Two turtle do-oves,
Two turtle do-oh-oves

I don’t need another thing, my friend
My space is getting tight
Don't get me any gifts my friend
Make Santa's load real light
I don't need another sweater
I’ve got two turtle doves

Don’t give me fancy soaps, my dear
Or a scarf to wear outside
I don’t need the latest game system,
though the new Droid would be nice
I don’t need another tchotchke,
I’ve got two turtle doves

Two turtle do-oves,
Singing up in my tree
Two turtle do-oves
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Say you won’t buy me anything
And I'll be satisfied
Just share some Christmas cheer with me,
Hey, that would be alright
Cause I don't need no christmas presents
I’ve got two turtle doves

Two turtle do-oves,
Singing up in my tree
Two turtle do-oves
Two turtle do-oh-oves

Fin

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On the First Day of Christmas...

Hey look, something new! Lisleman told us about a new blog challenge going on at blogdramedy this month. The basic idea is that you write a piece every day for 12 days using the gifts sung about in the 12 Days of Christmas. 12 pieces of 144 words. Plus, the title of the challenge is BlogFestivus, and how could I possibly pass that up?



As you all know, the first gift in the song is a Partridge in a Pear Tree. I decided to start things off with a bang, and I wrote you a little song instead of a story. To make it even more... interesting... I decided to go ahead and sing it for you, complete with powerpoint illustrations.

So here I present to you my first ever internet karaoke attempt. It's bad, but that's ok. Where else, other than the interwebs, is it ok to humiliate yourself?



And the lyrics, if you'd like to sing along, to the tune of "Blackbird," by The Beatles.

Partridge in a pear tree doing alright
Hanging up some Christmas lights
All the lights
Tried and tried again but they just weren’t getting bright

Partridge in a pear tree staying up all night
Still trying to hang up those Christmas lights
Spent half the night
Only to discover there’s a single burned out light

Burned out light
Burned out light
There is no light in the dark black night

Burned out light
Burned out light
There is no light in the dark black night

Partridge in a pear tree in the middle of the night
Packed it in and threw away the lights
Good-bye lights

Who the hell decided to make those Series circuit lights?
Who the hell decided to make those Series circuit lights?
Who the hell decided to make those Series circuit lights?

And this makes one hundred forty four words!


If you thought that was bad, I'm sure the other participants have great entries to make you forget all about my warbling.

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