Happy Pizza Day!
Not much going on aroung here. One of the beauties of having your kids get older is that they are into decorating, and, the inside of the house is now pretty much ready for Christmas no thanks to me. The day after Thanksgiving, who'da thought?
We've got the Christmas movies out, and, The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby is watching, "Redolf the Rudenose Raindeer". Sadly, my kids will really never know the anticipation of waiting for a special to come on TV.
When I was growing up, we couldn't wait for the December issues of TV Guide to come in the mail. They would let us know "how much longer", and, plans were made around the annual showings of Frosty the Snowman and Company. I was always allowed to eat dinner in the living room in front of the TV when "A Charlie Brown Christmas" came on.
Come January, speculation began in earnest when the "Wizard of Oz" would come be shown. That was the viewing highlight of the entire year.
I will, however, concede that it can be awfully nice to have those movies for viewing at our convenience. But, I do put them away during the rest of the year so they will be be "special" at Christmas time.
The older kids are at basketball practice. Busy Girl's practice is over and she's all up in arms because her father (he's the coach) won't let her scrimmage with Busy Boy's team who only had 4 kids show up. She is demanding that I come pick her up because she is "BORED!".
Um, that would be, "no".
They have all been bratty and cranky all day. We were going to go out to eat, but, I've sort of lost the enthusiasm, now. Afterall, if I'm going to get yelled at, it might as well be in the comfort of my own home.
You know, when I was a yute, the weekend after Thanksgiving always rocked because everyone was in town visiting parents. It was a big "going out" weekend, often beginning Thanksgiving evening. Sometimes, you even had to choose what gathering you wanted to go to on Thanksgiving Saturday night and hoped that a special somone would be there.
Now? "Going out" refers to going to the grocery store because there's no milk. (OK, there wasn't actually any food, either) and I'm sitting here with a box of Kleenex in my lap blogging on a jacked up computer.
This cold is making me very cranky.
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Redolf the Raindeer? I love that! So funny. It makes Rudolph sound foreign, maybe German. You think they dub these specials into foreign languages? I bet they do. I don't remember seeing them when I was a kid living in Italy (but then again, that was 20 years ago). We did have Mork and Mindy in Italian, and "Chips". Nothing stranger than watching Eric Estrada look like he's speaking Italian. Where was I going with this? Oh, never mind. I agree with what you said. I loved the Christmas specials on tv as a kid too...ah, the joys of dvds.
I used to go out on Wednesday night before Thanksgiving for adult beverages with work friends. I really miss that. Now on the night before Thanksgiving I am either cooking or working. When Michael goes off to college, I plan on having a second "yute."
We broke out Rudolph, yesterday, too. We actually have the Charlie Brown holiday "trilogy" of DVDs and I think I love them more than my kids. My oldest daughter is already on to me about decorating but I keep...uh...postponing because it involves getting into our scary attic.
I'm sorry you've got the crud. We keep passing it back and forth at our house and it's getting very old.
As I recall, Wizard of Oz usually was shown the 2d weekend of March-- it coincided with my friend's annual spend the night party where we stayed up all night doing gymnastics in our underwear.
We started a bit early, going to see The Santa Clause 3, last week (or was it two weeks ago). The Grinch was on TBS (or TNT) mid November, so as you say the "waiting" and anticipation is gone for kids today.
Like you, we put away the movies with the decorations every year to make it sort of special. We also designate certain holiday movie nights where we sit together, but the overpriced "bucket" of popcorn (to make it more movie-like) and sit down for a marathon movie night.
We never got into decorating the house when we were kids. Mom was one of those people who was pretty much "whatever" in other ways, but come Christmas, it was her way or the highway.
She's still that way. We won't touch the Christmas tree for fear that we'll disrupt a strand of tinsel,and the outside lights are all hers since only she can attain the ideal lights per bush ratio.
And then she wonders why she gets no help.