(no subject)
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.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.