Shazam!

May 14th, 2009 Gina Posted in Advanced Maternal Age, Family, Thoughts No Comments »

I’m back with a vengeance. 

Here’s the stuff I’m ranting about this month:

  1. The bathroom remodel is done but every time I walk in there I’m reminded of how much I despise Ivo
  2. Weddings - I never knew they were such rackets and I’m mad about it.
  3. Scottsdale Arizona - a sea of white folks.
  4. Trying to have a baby sort of sucks.
  5. There’s a strong chance I had swine flu (HAD!)
  6. People are compelled to ask me if I feel different now that I’m married.  Like they can’t help themselves!
  7. Western medicine is overrun with closed-minded-bastard-know-it-alls.
  8. My angelic nephew is not so angelic after all.  Apparently it’s reasonable to bribe people to take tests for him all over a piece of .30 cent candy.
  9. I can’t stop thinking about John and Kate Plus 8, which makes me feel like a crazy bitch.

I could go on and on.  Stay tuned.

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Decorating The Christmas Tree: A Man’s Job

November 29th, 2008 Gina Posted in Family, Holidays 4 Comments »

My brother-in-law is a “manly man”.  He works in construction, drives a big ole pick-up truck and will not ride in a vehicle that he’s not driving. 

But, at Christmas time, he insists on decorating the entire Christmas tree himself.  Neither his sons nor his wife (my younger sister) are allowed to place lights or ornaments on the tree because he thinks they can’t do it right. 

This cracks me up because he seems like the type to refuse to have anything to do with decorating a big gaudy tree.  But, it’s also kinda sad.  The kids don’t know what they are missing since he’s always been like this.  But, for my sister who always loved the ritual of selecting, then decorating the tree, it’s a sore spot.  Decorating the Christmas tree was something my mother always encouraged us to participate in as kids.   There is no way I’d let him get away with this and I’m amazed that my sister stands for this mess - it’s so not her style. 

I just imagine her sitting there watching him decorate the tree, hating him more with every ornament, then being reminded of it every time a light twinkles or she catches a whiff of that wonderful pine tree smell as she walks past it.

I wonder if she would have said yes had she known this.

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