Merry, Merry Christmas! Gifts for kids were a success, all the Rasta skateboard hardware, wheels and attire came in time for the almost 17 year old, the video game extravaganza arrived for the 14 year old, and the 13 year old girl is loving the Nintendogs and DS... puppy dog's name is "Pete", by the way, "Hamilton" was way too much for the voice recognition system. We did have a lot of fun today, I love this holiday. Eldest and youngest and I went to see Chronicles of Narnia today, Middle decided to stay home and have total access of the computer and television for a few hours. It was so hot and sunny, not very Christmasy. It rained this morning, I always hold out hope that a massive cold front would pour in and whip that rain into snow, maybe at least once this winter. So, the morning ended up with kid on couch with DS, kid on tv playing Soul Caliber III PS2, and kid on computer transferring rap songs onto his MP3 player, singing loudly with earplugs in his ears.
Which brings me to my thought for the day: why wouldn't a college educated woman not realize that the Nintendog game required LOTS and LOTS of talking by a kid that already doesn't stop talking? "Pete. Pete. Pete. PETE. Good dog. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Pete. Pete. Pete. Sit. Sit. Sit." and so on. Hmm. Soul Caliber III has it's share of user-yelling, too. Can't lay blame to the rap music though, Daddy bought that MP3. Perhaps I am not the only family member developing Alzheimer-ish tendencies.
The boys are in the living room watching Pulp Fiction. Nothing says "let's celebrate the birth of the Savior" like watching Vincent Vega, so says the boys. Jade is upstairs watching TV in my room. Rednecks outside shooting off fireworks. Ah, Christmas in the south. Boom!
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