Kathleen H. Taylor
fieldaflowas@yahoo.com
Another snow day. Whoever is in charge of weather is determined to make a basket case of me. I am wondering who I can pay to keep school open and my boys in it. Those boys who have convinced the world they are angels show their true colors on a snow day. They are probably best of friends when I've got my back turned. I guess I should be thankful they don't bring their antics to school. (When they have it, that is)
My washing machine decided to call it a day. Doesn't that always happen when you are behind on laundry? It's a payback for all those times I've said, "I'll do it tomorrow." I had a warrantee on the thing, but, do I know where that is? I'm sure its' either with the Publisher's Clearinghouse guy or living with God. It would be highly unlikely that I put it in a logical area, say, like the laundry room? That would be too easy. I am a no rhyme or reason kind of girl, so who knows where it really is?
We went to see the Man in Red at the Mall on Sunday. We promised we would go to Parkersburg to see him and we kept our word. Never break your word to Santa. That would be a bad move. Anyway, it seems Avery had issues with audiences again. I could let him slide on the wrestling tournament. There were like 300 people that attended that tourney. But, with Santa? There was a group of 10 or so mostly under the age of 12. How terrifying could that possibly be? Apparently, pretty scary to a six year old who really isn't into big crowds. In a way, that kind of relieves me. I can assume he won't be leading any of the huge couch burnings in Morgantown in 12 years. I will also assume he won't be a ring leader for any fraternity activities. However, time does change a person. He might end up being "King of the Ring".
We did get a picture of Santa, Ethan and I. I hadn't intended on being in the picture, but, somehow managed to do it anyway. So, why not enjoy the picture and have a laugh about it? It's not every day a girl gets her picture taken with a guy who will fly clear across the world to bring her something special. However, one has the opportunity to get a picture taken with a guy that can't remember where you live or your last name any day of the week.
I have done a little bit of Christmas shopping within the last few days. Have you noticed that people can be so mean during this time of year? Geesh, you see grown-ups fighting over the last XBOX game on the shelf or nearly killing each other for the closest parking place. I just stand back and say, "This looks like some Dr. Phil material right here." Maybe I am just too relaxed, but it takes a lot more than that to get my tinsel in a tangle. (Quoted from Dolly Parton in, "Steel Magnolias.")
Everyone I know has hit the "Twilight" Zone. I am so glad that they got to go see an adult movie. I can't even recall a movie I've seen in the theater that wasn't rated G. In fact, I can't recall when I went to the theater last. To make matters worse, I can't recall having the opportunity to watch the whole film when I was at the theater. It just hit me what I want for Christmas. It's not a Red Ryder BB gun. I want to sit through an entire adult movie for Christmas. Wow, am I easy to please or what?
Since it is Christmas, I have chosen "All I Want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey. She could sing the ABC's and still make it sound beautiful.
Happy 25th Anniversary to "A Christmas Story" and bless all the "Ralphies" out there.
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