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Dec. 5th, 2004 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cleolindaI love how I'm stuck on my paper but I can come up with half the lyrics to "Novellas of the Night." Ain't that always the way.
So we just finished decorating the tree. I don't know if you guys do this, but we get very territorial over whose ornaments are whose. My mom has these tarnished old glass balls from her great-grandmother that she has to hang, and until a few years ago had a tiny white bell on her ribbon that was also passed down through the family (it was lost somehow; there's a second white bell that came to me, and I still hang that). She also has these cloth-and-porcelain dolls that are bitch-ass heavy but always have to be hung in the depths of the tree anyway. And then there are my ornaments: the little albino doll in the swing, the frosted glass unicorn, the iridescent glass bells hanging Russian-doll style within each other, the weird little wooden ornaments of, like, bears and mice in sleighs or deck chairs or whatever that my preschool teachers gave me. Sister Girl has blown-glass Wizard of Oz ornaments and a Statue of Liberty from the time she marched in the Macy's parade and Baby's First Christmas-type things. This doesn't even include the mountains of generic glass balls and angels and Santas (Icicle Santa! Wreath Santa! Disembodied Head Santa! Mountain-Climbing Santa!) and things. And God forbid one of us should start hanging before the others do.
Well, except this year we started without Sister Girl, because she was still trying to pull herself out of a pool of her own mucus. In fact, she was so sick she let us hang her ornaments while she... baked Christmas cookies (YAY). She's back asleep in bed now, so I'm going to see what kind of dinner I can go rustle up...
Okay. I had the pictures. They had to be done.
So we just finished decorating the tree. I don't know if you guys do this, but we get very territorial over whose ornaments are whose. My mom has these tarnished old glass balls from her great-grandmother that she has to hang, and until a few years ago had a tiny white bell on her ribbon that was also passed down through the family (it was lost somehow; there's a second white bell that came to me, and I still hang that). She also has these cloth-and-porcelain dolls that are bitch-ass heavy but always have to be hung in the depths of the tree anyway. And then there are my ornaments: the little albino doll in the swing, the frosted glass unicorn, the iridescent glass bells hanging Russian-doll style within each other, the weird little wooden ornaments of, like, bears and mice in sleighs or deck chairs or whatever that my preschool teachers gave me. Sister Girl has blown-glass Wizard of Oz ornaments and a Statue of Liberty from the time she marched in the Macy's parade and Baby's First Christmas-type things. This doesn't even include the mountains of generic glass balls and angels and Santas (Icicle Santa! Wreath Santa! Disembodied Head Santa! Mountain-Climbing Santa!) and things. And God forbid one of us should start hanging before the others do.
Well, except this year we started without Sister Girl, because she was still trying to pull herself out of a pool of her own mucus. In fact, she was so sick she let us hang her ornaments while she... baked Christmas cookies (YAY). She's back asleep in bed now, so I'm going to see what kind of dinner I can go rustle up...
Okay. I had the pictures. They had to be done.
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:17 pm (UTC)The image that just came to mind was frightening.
*g*
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:20 pm (UTC)Us too. In fact, each one of us has our own set of boxes in which we store the ornaments during the rest of the year... cause we can't have them mingling with each other! noooo! We also each get to buy one new ornament every year, too... which means that the tree gets more and more crowded as time goes on. Last year there wasn't even enough room for some stuff.
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:22 pm (UTC)I wouldn't eat those cookies....
(Ok, I probably would. But I'd make nasty jokes about how I was sure I'd be getting sick soon.)
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:22 pm (UTC)*Steals them all and fawns over them in a corner*
Man, between that last post and your brilliant "Lost" recaps, you've fast become my favorite blogger ever. Brava!
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 04:31 pm (UTC)My family is blood-drawing territorial over "our" ornaments. Gods help us if we touch Da's wicker bells, or Mum's angels, or my sister's wooden... thingies. :-D
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:32 pm (UTC)we used to have two trees at our house: a real one in the basement that was the "family" tree and we decorated that with copious amounts of tinsel, garland, cross stitch ornaments that my mom has made over the years and about a million of those bulbs that have the year on them... then we had a fake one upstairs that was the "guest" tree and that was where we put all of the ornaments that we got as gifts from other people. it was always nicer looking, but i liked the real one downstairs the best.
my family is really possessive about our ornaments, too. i was always the one who put the angel on the tree in the basement because it somehow had something to do with the fact that i was born on christmas eve.
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 04:37 pm (UTC)we so do that too.....my dad has his soldiers, my mom had all her old mothers glass ornaments and me and my sister each have our own ornatments too...
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:39 pm (UTC)Just a quick comment (because I'm on my way out to a Christmas party!) but, yes, we do. And I haven't lived with my parents for almost 10 years. And we still do. ;)
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:42 pm (UTC)I myself always lay claim to the China Nutcracker, the Santa Windchimes, my own Baby's First Christmas, and the Stuffed Oliver the Cat that Still Plays Jingle Bells When You Squeeze Him Even Though I Got Him From McDonald's When I Was In SECOND Grade!
My sister is very territorial about the Partridge and the Pear.
Also we have Climbing Santa, along with every other transport-related Santa you can imagine. My Dad likes things with wheels.
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Date: 2004-12-05 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 06:08 pm (UTC)Heeheehee. Or he's just The Kitty Who Wouldn't Give Up.
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Date: 2004-12-05 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 06:02 pm (UTC)('m trying to decide if I want to, like, send Christmas cards just out to Teh Cabal peeps or something. I'm afraid to post that "give me your address and you get a card" thing in my lJ, 'cause I have a zillion people who've got me friended...)
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Date: 2004-12-05 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-05 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-06 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 05:00 pm (UTC)(p.s. Hi, I'm a new reader!)
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Date: 2004-12-05 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 05:04 pm (UTC)But those ICONS! *steals and giggles*
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Date: 2004-12-05 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 05:09 pm (UTC)I am also going to steal some of those Novella of the Night icons. You rule so much.
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Date: 2004-12-05 05:37 pm (UTC)...though come to think of it, they probably wouldn't be that funny to those who type in the style I just mocked.
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Date: 2004-12-05 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-05 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 06:28 pm (UTC)(I'm just in a good Christmas mood and I like U2, although, yeah, the title's pretty ironic.)
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Date: 2004-12-05 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 07:14 pm (UTC)Tree =D (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/sapphires13/tree.jpg)
Fake white tree, blue/silver garland, blue lights, blue glass ornaments, blue/silver tree topper.
We used to have tons of mismatched ornaments that had been collected here and there over years and years, and a green tree. I'm not sure what exactly happened...
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Date: 2004-12-05 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 07:30 pm (UTC)Oh, and icons. So. Good. Have taken all. ^.^ Where are you now? How many pages do you have? Are you on a new chapter yet? *cracks up* Beautiful. ^.^
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Date: 2004-12-05 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-06 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-06 05:59 pm (UTC)P.S. If the maker of this icon reads this. I tell he or she: tell me who you are so I can credit your lurvely icon!
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Date: 2004-12-05 08:49 pm (UTC)music of the niiiiight...
Date: 2004-12-05 09:36 pm (UTC)Re: music of the niiiiight...
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Date: 2004-12-05 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-06 12:32 am (UTC)Then my Mom followed some kind of trend that apparently hit people who shop at Christmas stores a lot (have you ever been dragged into a fricking holiday store in July to look at ornaments when it's NINETY DEGREES OUT!? There are times when you shouldn't have holly-scented room spray invading your nostrils, and that's Exhibit A) wherein burgundy and gold in this low-key antiquey way became All The Rage, because nothing says "Christmas with the family" like a color scheme that looks like it was lifted from Yuletide in a top-drawer bordello in Victorian London.
Still, though, it's nice to stand in the living room with all but the tree lights off, after everyone's in bed, and sort of bask in the glow, and feel the wondrous, ancient magic of the season.
Except I keep imagining a madam leaning over me, whispering in my ear, "We got a nice'un for you, dearie; don't keep 'im waiting or 'e'll be down to Whitechapel and less the money to you."
Also loved the icons.
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Date: 2004-12-06 01:19 am (UTC)*friends cleo*
we're totally possessive of ornaments. i've got a precious moments one, this gorgeous mary that was on my grandma's tree until she got sick of me ogling it, all the things i made in elementary school, and of course, the angel. ooh, and the tinsel. that's always my job. and my mom gets crazy about the lights.
and mucus cookies = hilarious.
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Date: 2004-12-07 07:05 am (UTC)~~xoxo~~
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Date: 2004-12-08 06:49 pm (UTC)