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David Sedaris

David Sedaris, Robert Siegel, my Samsung Galaxy, and me

It’s my holiday blog! A hog, if you will.

So far my December has been made up of many, many lists of varying degrees of importance. There are lists of people to buy for, a list of people to send cards to, a birthday list for my oldest, grocery lists for holiday eats, quick lists for last-minute needs from Michael’s, and the usual to-do list that somehow needs to get done in the midst of holiday to-do’s.

This year, I’ve used technology like a junkie uses her heroin. If I misplace my Samsung Galaxy smart phone for even a nanosecond, I get the shakes. If I leave my phone at home while shopping, I start to trash the store like a Charlie Sheen hotel room. Ok, now I’m exaggerating, but suffice it to say I get pretty stressed out. My phone has my world in it. It has been so helpful to me in my time of need; I feel like it’s another appendage. My memo app is like a sister to me. At the least, a 1st girl cousin. It’s the personal assistant I’ve always wanted. It’s the wife I’ll never have; damn you, Heterosexuality!

My computer has been a helpful holiday tool, as well. I have ordered so many gifts online this year; it has been wonderful. I’m not really a big shopper. I like to get in and get it done.  I do not delight in finding that oh-so-difficult-to-find-toy; in fact, I despise it. My daughter, I discovered yesterday, wants one of those toys this year; last week, mind you, it was easy to find. It was relatively cheap. I just wasn’t ready yet…I didn’t have my list together. So this week, it’s nowhere. I mean, nowhere. It’s a voice activated diary, with invisible ink and at this point, hopefully in a jewel-encrusted case, because I had to go on eBay and pay TWICE the amount to “Buy It Now.” Newsflash: I do not have the attention span or patience for the auctions. Said toy also got mixed reviews online with the voice recognition looking questionable, but it was in her top 3. I’m realizing as I write this what an even huge-r idiot I am. But, it was free 2 day shipping. (NO IT WASN’T! YOU PAID TWICE THE PRICE FOR THE @#$% TOY, HUGE IDIOT!)

Despite this trauma, I am moving on and am just trying to finish the lists. My list for the kids is in Word, rather than a scrap piece of paper this year. I still have not gotten over the year that my son found the scrap paper and I had to do some scrambling to be sure he was surprised. He wasn’t even snooping; he stumbled upon it. While they shouldn’t be in my Word for any reason, I still was careful not to name it “Christmas List for the Kids 2011.” I tried to think of names for it that would repel any snoopage; I thought of naming it “Lunch at American Girl” for my 10-year-old son, but it wouldn’t work for the 6-year-old girl. There was “Church Clothes and Shoes”, but again, the girl would look. So I came up with “NPR,” a subject which creates a rare unity of disgust and annoyance in both kids. When it’s on the radio, their cries of “No, Mom” are in beautiful, Simon-and-Garfunkle harmony.

They even typed in their lists on my phone themselves. Again, no paper to keep up with. They put it in, so it’s not MY list of items bought. It’s their list for me. Perfect! Except there’s nothing handwritten to keep in their memory books. Oh yeah, they don’t have memory books. They do have memory boxes, which is filled with stuff that would look great in a memory book. I do plan on putting those together, as soon as I’m retired.

I am making my lists and checking them twice. Right there, on my phone and in my computer. I feel more organized this year, which probably means I’m about to go off the rails. Sometimes I feel like I live in the weeds; maybe I really like it there. I do need some pressure to get motivated, so maybe I am just a weeds kind of girl. If you’re gonna live in the weeds, you better have some technology and some lists.

How did we do it in yesteryear without all of this technology? We did it, but I’m glad we don’t have to anymore. I got a wireless printer early this year for Christmas, so no real need for a list for myself; but I do have one awesome gift for you to put on your list: David Sedaris’ holidays on ice. Here’s an excerpt:

“This afternoon I worked as an Exit Elf, telling people in a loud voice, ‘THIS WAY OUT OF SANTALAND.’ A woman was standing at one of the cash registers paying for her idea of a picture, while her son lay beneath her kicking and heaving, having a tantrum.

The woman said, ‘Riley, if you don’t start behaving yourself, Santa’s not going to bring you any of those toys you asked for.’

The child said, ‘He is too going to bring me toys, liar, he already told me.’

The woman grabbed my arm and said, ‘You there, Elf, tell Riley here that if he doesn’t start behaving immediately, then Santa’s going to change his mind and bring him coal for Christmas.’

I said that Santa no longer traffics in coal. Instead, if you’re bad he comes to your house and steals things. I told Riley that if he didn’t behave himself, Santa was going to take away his TV and all his electrical appliances and leave him in the dark. ‘All your appliances, including the refrigerator. Your food is going to spoil and smell bad. It’s going to be so cold and dark where you are. Man, Riley, are you ever going to suffer. You’re going to wish you never heard the name Santa.’

The woman got a worried look on her face and said, ‘All right, that’s enough.’

I said, ‘He’s going to take your car and your furniture and all the towels and blankets and leave you with nothing.’

The mother said, ‘No, that’s enough, really.’ —Holidays on Ice, David Sedaris

I heart David Sedaris. Put it on your list. Better yet, go buy it now.

But please don’t mention to him that I put the excerpt on here. I think I could get in trouble, so if you know him, don’t mention it to him, ‘kay?

And, here is my holiday gift to you: this Elf Yourself video with myself, David Sedaris, Robert Siegel, and my Samsung phone:

Me and my elf buds

Happy Elfing Holidays to you and yours!


p.s. Sorry if the blog technology is not up to par…my absence from my blog might be showing in my lacking blog finesse.

(Well-Hidden) Touch of Grey

The WordPress social services is going to come and take my blog away.  I am guilty of neglect, of the most benign kind, but neglect is neglect no matter how you want to sugarcoat it.  The issue is not that I do not love my blog; it is that I am a college student again and I am very busy trying to remember how to use that part of my brain that has been dormant for many, many years.  So please forgive me, and I will consent to going to blog caretaking classes–oh wait, my classes are all English classes, so they are, in a sense, blog caretaking classes.  Will that hold up in WordPress social service court?

I don’t have much time but I had to get back on here.  I’ve faced a birthday milestone this week, and I was thinking how I coped in different ways.  I stayed busy, I read the stream of well wishes on Facebook through out the day, I was cheered with phone calls from family and friends.  I spent time with my family, who cooked for me and gave me presents and love.  I ate well and drank just enough, not as much as you might think.  And for a good bit of the day, I thought of how many other life experiences have been worse than reaching forty.  So I present to you now, my list of:

 Things I Have Faced That Are Worse Than Turning Forty: 

1. Going back to college with kids young enough to be my children

2. Pain of childbirth (yes, even with the drugs)

3. Getting dumped by boyfriends

4. Sorority effing rush

5. Listening to that song Fireflies by Owl City

6. Eating escargot at prom

7. Getting hit (accidentally) by a baseball bat in the mouth in elementary school

8. Wearing, at the same time,  purple eyeshadow, pink lipstick and a home-permed mullet in the 80’s

9.  Being forced to fire a guitar teacher over the Georgia/Clemson rivalry

10.  Throwing up in the ski lift line at Beech Mountain as a teenager (for the record, I was sick, not drunk)

11.  Annual trips to the gynecologist

12. Biannual trips to the dentist

I could go on and on.  There really are so many more things worse than turning 40:  Terminal illness, sex slavery, communism, John Edwards, clitoridectomies (thanks, David Sedaris- see Me Talk Pretty One Day), Priscilla Presley’s plastic surgery.  And so, right or wrong, I feel so much better about myself, and my crow’s-feet, and my aches, pains and creaks.  I also know that while I may have looked cuter in my 20’s, I am a better person at 40.  And that comforts me as well.

“There isn’t one of these lines that I would erase…” -Jennifer Nettles/Bon Jovi, “Who Says You Can’t Go Home”

“I will get by, I will survive…” -The Grateful Dead, “Touch of Grey”

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