Thursday, December 26, 2013

Christmas Time is My Favorite!

I hope you had a very Merry Christmas! I did. I love this time of year. I start listening to Christmas music right after Halloween. I can't get enough! I love the weather (when it's actually cold) and just everything about this time of year.

I live in the South so this year for our tacky sweater party, it was so hot and humid, we had to have the air conditioner on all night. We didn't want our guests passing out from the heat! But it cooled off the next night, so we had a good, cold Christmas :)

I know that not everyone feels this way about the holidays. I feel like it is my mission to make everyone I meet to love it as much as I do. That doesn't always work, but I try. There was one year, at Christmas time, I was very much alone. I had just gotten divorced and was living far away from most of my family. I had my aunt who lived near me, but she had grandkids to make happy and it was just a very lonely time for me. I remember calling one of my brothers ( I have five) and crying. And he lived the farthest away from me! I also tried to go to a nursing home to volunteer. I thought maybe I could cheer up someone else and it would cheer me up. That is not what happened. It made me so sad that all these folks were alone that I just felt even worse. At that time, I thought, I'd be alone forever.

That was the only and last Christmas that I felt that way. Thank God! I know how blessed I am to have my brother and my husband in my life.

And I am so thankful for every one in my and my husband's family! We are never alone, unless we want to be. And oh my gosh, the food! I think we start eating and celebrating a week before Christmas day and we don't stop until January 2nd!

First, we have a lunch at one of his grandparents' home with his dad's side of the family. A few days later we eat Christmas eve with my family. And then, Christmas day, we eat breakfast at his parents and a few hours later, when the first inkiling of not being stuffed goes away, we eat lunch. I'm sure I gained a whole turkey this year. I'm not counting in pounds, I'm going to use dishes. I gained 1 turkey, 2 yams, and 4 rolls in about 5 days. Thank goodness I got new clothes :)

And y'all, I tried, I tried to not get angry with my brother, I really did try! Let's start with the first dinner at the grandparents' house. There were a lot of people, a lot. And it seemed to me, there was less food than normal and I thought, this will never feed all of us. So I get my plate and start picking a few items and I get just enough for a few bites. I look over at Brother's plate and he is piling the food on! I was so embarrassed. Everyone was making sure there was enough left for the next person, not Brother, he was gonna eat! So then he wants seconds.....always, right?! I asked him to please make sure everyone had gotten 1 plate before he started on # 2. There was no food left. So he got dessert instead.

As bad as I didn't want to, Christmas day, when he got his plate, I whispered to him to please make sure everyone had a 1st plate before he got seconds. He said he was only a little hungry so just 1 plate should do him. I would hope so! It was piled so high I could barely see his face!

I don't know if he thinks he is going to starve to death or what, but I truly wish he would not feel that way. He's never gone hungry since he's lived with me. And as long as I am breathing, he won't. But I just can't seem to convince him of it. Pray for me y'all!

We all ate a lot or at least a lot of times, LOL! Whew! I'm pretty sure I could live the next 3 days from all the eating we've done in the past 3 days.

We aren't done yet - we still have a thing to go to this weekend and then New Year's Day we've got to eat our cabbage and black eyed peas! I'd better go do some sit-ups :)

Happy Holidays! Happy New Year!!

Thursday, December 5, 2013

In-Laws and Old People

A week and a half before Thanksgiving my mother in law said she wasn't getting enough attention so she had a heart attack. I know, she isn't funny, but that was actually what she said to me as they rolled her out of surgery and into the hospital hallway. Of course, that's the second thing she said; first she said she's ready for a baby NOW. As in a grandchild...from me. And after her - not funny - joke, she began telling me of someone she knows who is taking invitro. Um, yea, I got it - you're ready for another grandchild. Shouldn't you be in recovery or something? Or at the very least, shouldn't you be tired? Worried about breathing and living another day? No? No, you're a mother in law. I say it with so much love, but I'm thinking she needs to get her priorities in order!

Two days before Thanksgiving my husband calls and asks if I want to meet his mom and granddaddy for lunch. Sure I do, I love lunch! He says to meet them at Pizza Hut...Pizza Hut, as in greasy, not healthy pizza. At this point I'm only going to fuss at my maw in law for not following doctor's orders about a better diet. And fuss I did! At least she knows I love her. She tells me the doctor said it wasn't caused by what she ate. I say, "He meant what you ate that day! Not like what you've eaten EVER!" And I said some other things. And I'm still in the family, so that's good.

Cut to Saturday after Thanksgiving. We have yet another dinner and eat just as much or more than we did on Thursday. It's a lazy afternoon and all night I just have this sad feeling that I can't shake.

Sunday morning about 7 my mom calls hysterical. My grandfather was bleeding and passing out and he's at the hospital. This is not good at all! I start crying and freaking out and then I remember how overly dramatic my mother is. So I make some phone calls and find out that my grandpa is not doing well at all. I wake up my husband and brother and tell them to pack bags. I have to go to the office and do some work to catch up from the holiday, in case we have to stay a few days. When I get back, asses in car, ready to go!

During our 4 hour drive to north Louisiana every terrible outcome imaginable goes through my mind. By the time we get there Grandpa is doing better, he's even being aggravating and sexist! That's my grandpa! :-) We visit for about 4 hours and realize he's going to be ok, they even said he could go home on Monday. So we head back home - another 4 hour trip.

How lucky am I to have a husband that just does this. I mean, the man hates long car trips! But he loves me enough to drive 4 hours, visit 4 hours, and drive back 4 hours just to give me peace of mind. I am SO lucky and blessed! And my brother does not like hospitals or being around a lot of people. But all I had to do was tell him what was going on and he got in the car and went to the hospital with us. He is my hero!

My grandfather ends up having to stay in the hospital a few more days. He got to go home yesterday and I couldn't get through to talk to him. The phone lines are acting crazy, but he is home so I am happy. But I told him on Tuesday, if they didn't let him out, I would break him outta there!

Between heart attacks, Thanksgiving, and the old man (that's what I call him, lovingly), I'm tired! I mean wore out! And next week starts graduation and Christmas celebrations around our house. I'm going to need some serious R&R! Let's hope Santa remembers the spa gift card this year!

All that to say this: Tell everyone in your life how much you love them and what they mean to you, as often as possible. You really never know when they may be gone....or when they're going to scare the crap out of you and make you think they're on their way out of this life!