The boys' did wonderful in the car. Mommy, not so much.
To sum up our travels...
I go back to work this Friday, Jan. 2nd. I'm not ready, but I guess I need to be.
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Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
'Twas the season...
We had a busy, but fun, Christmas back home in Illinois. After an 11 hour car ride to my in-laws (delays due to weather, should have been around 6), we finally arrived. We then spent Christmas Eve with them, and then drove another 2 hours to see my family.
The boys' did wonderful in the car. Mommy, not so much.
To sum up our travels...
I go back to work this Friday, Jan. 2nd. I'm not ready, but I guess I need to be.
The boys' did wonderful in the car. Mommy, not so much.
To sum up our travels...
I go back to work this Friday, Jan. 2nd. I'm not ready, but I guess I need to be.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Giving Thanks
I was going to write a list of all the things I am thankful for this year. But in doing so, I realized there would be far to many things to list.
We have had our share of miracles this year...
I don't know why we were blessed so much this year. But, we thank the Lord for hearing our prayers. We pray that we find a way to pay it forward.
Praying for you and yours.
We have had our share of miracles this year...
I don't know why we were blessed so much this year. But, we thank the Lord for hearing our prayers. We pray that we find a way to pay it forward.
Praying for you and yours.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
'tis the season...
Ok, Ok, I know Christmas is over. Can you believe it?? It just went by so quickly.
All, in all, we had a nice visit(s). We managed to dodge a nasty stomach flu that was airborne in 2 households that we visited (so far anyway).
Last Saturday, Santa came to our house. It was AWESOME! Matthew was totally into it... he kept shouting "thank you Santa!" into the air, followed by, "I'm going to be even better next year so I can get even more presents!"
I made out pretty good, too. Santa surprised me with one of those journey diamond pendants. It is perfect... especially since I thought Santa was only bringing me a wooden cell phone charger organizer thing. Santa put the little box the pendant was in into the box with the organizer. Tricky, tricky Santa! Now granted, I had also shouted into the air begging Santa for it after I saw it was on sale and reasonably priced at M@cy's. So see, it does work! My son is onto something!
The only problem is that now Santa and I are fighting. Nice, huh?!? He gets me a diamond and I'm still pissy. Unfortunately, our desktop completely crashed right before we were leaving for our trip. Luckily, my brother is my own personal IT support, so we packed it along. My primary concern was that all of our pictures were on the hard drive, and hadn't been backed up in probably a year. Smart... real smart! PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT... BACK-UP YOU PICTURES!!!!
Fortunately, my brother seems to have been able to salvage them. He his now trying to determine if the computer is officially toast (it's going on 4 years old), or if he can fix it.
My dear, wonderful husband has decided he would like to forgo any possibility of a repair and just get a new computer. A $1300 computer. Right after Christmas. Right when we're finally trying to get our finances in order.
Now, if my brother comes back and says it's a goner, then I say fine, get the new computer. But if we can use it for maybe another 6 months or a year or so... then why not? Well, because my husband is acting like an immature 13 year old little boy, that's why. And yes, I called him that.
To which he hung up on me mid-sentence (he was at the store computer shopping). Then we went to bed and didn't speak a word to each other. And when I finally broke the silence this morning and said, "I don't appreciate being treated like this," he replied, "you're acting as if your bipolar," yeah, that didn't sit well.
Needless to say, it hasn't been fun in these parts. We very rarely fight. But when we do, we're both rather passive-aggressive about things. See, passive-aggressive-- YES, but bipolar-- NO!
Anyway, on a completely different note, my mother did something really cool. She has made these felt stockings for all in our family. Felt stockings with a bunch of hand-sewn sequins and beads and stuff. I've had the same stocking for the past 30 years. She's made a new one for each new member that's either married or been born into our family.
Growing up, my siblings and I would play little games with them. My mom always had them hung on the mantle from oldest to youngest. For whatever reason, we thought it was cool to put our stocking in the first position. So we'd constantly be moving them, and my mom would be putting them back to "her way." So, upon arriving to her house this year, that was one of the first things I did as soon as she turned her back. The "Jennifer" stocking was properly placed in position #1... in your face siblings!
There was something different about my stocking. She had added these snow-flake things to my stocking only, and hand sewn them on with some beading. There was three of these snowflakes. I think they represent my 3 angel babies. I didn't make it a point to bring it up. Maybe I'm wrong. But, God bless my Mom.
Funny thing is, my Mom also had a miscarriage. She has opened up to me about it a few times after my experiences. I don't think she really thought about it much until all of my drama. I'd like to think that maybe by me being open in regards to my feelings and grief, perhaps I've helped her process her loss as well.
Well, that's it for now. I'm off to bed, and hopefully to mend some fences.
All, in all, we had a nice visit(s). We managed to dodge a nasty stomach flu that was airborne in 2 households that we visited (so far anyway).
Last Saturday, Santa came to our house. It was AWESOME! Matthew was totally into it... he kept shouting "thank you Santa!" into the air, followed by, "I'm going to be even better next year so I can get even more presents!"
I made out pretty good, too. Santa surprised me with one of those journey diamond pendants. It is perfect... especially since I thought Santa was only bringing me a wooden cell phone charger organizer thing. Santa put the little box the pendant was in into the box with the organizer. Tricky, tricky Santa! Now granted, I had also shouted into the air begging Santa for it after I saw it was on sale and reasonably priced at M@cy's. So see, it does work! My son is onto something!
The only problem is that now Santa and I are fighting. Nice, huh?!? He gets me a diamond and I'm still pissy. Unfortunately, our desktop completely crashed right before we were leaving for our trip. Luckily, my brother is my own personal IT support, so we packed it along. My primary concern was that all of our pictures were on the hard drive, and hadn't been backed up in probably a year. Smart... real smart! PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT... BACK-UP YOU PICTURES!!!!
Fortunately, my brother seems to have been able to salvage them. He his now trying to determine if the computer is officially toast (it's going on 4 years old), or if he can fix it.
My dear, wonderful husband has decided he would like to forgo any possibility of a repair and just get a new computer. A $1300 computer. Right after Christmas. Right when we're finally trying to get our finances in order.
Now, if my brother comes back and says it's a goner, then I say fine, get the new computer. But if we can use it for maybe another 6 months or a year or so... then why not? Well, because my husband is acting like an immature 13 year old little boy, that's why. And yes, I called him that.
To which he hung up on me mid-sentence (he was at the store computer shopping). Then we went to bed and didn't speak a word to each other. And when I finally broke the silence this morning and said, "I don't appreciate being treated like this," he replied, "you're acting as if your bipolar," yeah, that didn't sit well.
Needless to say, it hasn't been fun in these parts. We very rarely fight. But when we do, we're both rather passive-aggressive about things. See, passive-aggressive-- YES, but bipolar-- NO!
Anyway, on a completely different note, my mother did something really cool. She has made these felt stockings for all in our family. Felt stockings with a bunch of hand-sewn sequins and beads and stuff. I've had the same stocking for the past 30 years. She's made a new one for each new member that's either married or been born into our family.
Growing up, my siblings and I would play little games with them. My mom always had them hung on the mantle from oldest to youngest. For whatever reason, we thought it was cool to put our stocking in the first position. So we'd constantly be moving them, and my mom would be putting them back to "her way." So, upon arriving to her house this year, that was one of the first things I did as soon as she turned her back. The "Jennifer" stocking was properly placed in position #1... in your face siblings!
There was something different about my stocking. She had added these snow-flake things to my stocking only, and hand sewn them on with some beading. There was three of these snowflakes. I think they represent my 3 angel babies. I didn't make it a point to bring it up. Maybe I'm wrong. But, God bless my Mom.
Funny thing is, my Mom also had a miscarriage. She has opened up to me about it a few times after my experiences. I don't think she really thought about it much until all of my drama. I'd like to think that maybe by me being open in regards to my feelings and grief, perhaps I've helped her process her loss as well.
Well, that's it for now. I'm off to bed, and hopefully to mend some fences.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
A Very Crafty Christmas
Greetings to all.
It's 12:30 am. I've just wrapped up all my crafts that I'm giving out as gifts.
Check me out!
Here is a cook book made out of one of those dollar cheap "brag book" type photo albums. Perfect for putting your 4 x 6 recipe cards in!
I gave a cook book and a tin of fabulous cookies to Matthew's teachers:
Just so you think I'm not totally cheap, I also got them a Panera gift card!
Matthew helped me make these ornaments for his Grandma & Nana:
You can't tell by the photo, but Matthew made sure there was a whole lot of glue and glitter on those bad boys!
My niece loves June from "Little Einsteins." So, I got her a shirt and made a matching hair bow:
And another for my youngest niece (you know her... the one that was born a few days after my latest miscarriage).
Also for this same niece, her nursery is Winnie the Pooh theme, so I made an attempt at painting and decoupaging:
So that's what I've been up to lately.
To be honest, I don't know why I take so much on. I'm now left very tired and with one huge mess on my hands!
In the long run, I think it's all worth it. I really do enjoy doing these things. If only I had a maid to come clean up behind me!
Well everyone, I think this will be the last post from me until after Christmas. Like I said yesterday, Santa is coming to our home on Saturday... and we're leaving to go visit the family in Chicago on Sunday. We're planning on coming home either next Wednesday or Thursday. It's going to be a very busy week.
Through all of this, I've really tried to keep the meaning of Christmas alive in our home. That's a hard thing to do with an almost-five-year-old. It's also a hard thing to do when your own spirituality has gone through the wringer.
This time of year, I do try to focus on the simplicity of the Christmas story. How beautiful it is. That God would humble Himself, and come to earth to dwell among us. That he loved us, and me as an individual that much.
I heard a song on the radio in the car the other day. Literally had me in tears. It went something like "He lived and died so that we may all live together with Him forever."
He came to earth so that we may ALL live together... as in my family, as in my 3 babies in Heaven. I will see them someday in Heaven.
Anyway, sorry to get all "churchy," but it struck a cord.
So, to end this post, I wish everyone the joy and peace of Christmas. May this find you well. And good tidings in 2008!
And I'll leave you with a final bit of commercialism:
Merry Christmas!
It's 12:30 am. I've just wrapped up all my crafts that I'm giving out as gifts.
Check me out!
Here is a cook book made out of one of those dollar cheap "brag book" type photo albums. Perfect for putting your 4 x 6 recipe cards in!
I gave a cook book and a tin of fabulous cookies to Matthew's teachers:
Just so you think I'm not totally cheap, I also got them a Panera gift card!
Matthew helped me make these ornaments for his Grandma & Nana:
You can't tell by the photo, but Matthew made sure there was a whole lot of glue and glitter on those bad boys!
My niece loves June from "Little Einsteins." So, I got her a shirt and made a matching hair bow:
And another for my youngest niece (you know her... the one that was born a few days after my latest miscarriage).
Also for this same niece, her nursery is Winnie the Pooh theme, so I made an attempt at painting and decoupaging:
So that's what I've been up to lately.
To be honest, I don't know why I take so much on. I'm now left very tired and with one huge mess on my hands!
In the long run, I think it's all worth it. I really do enjoy doing these things. If only I had a maid to come clean up behind me!
Well everyone, I think this will be the last post from me until after Christmas. Like I said yesterday, Santa is coming to our home on Saturday... and we're leaving to go visit the family in Chicago on Sunday. We're planning on coming home either next Wednesday or Thursday. It's going to be a very busy week.
Through all of this, I've really tried to keep the meaning of Christmas alive in our home. That's a hard thing to do with an almost-five-year-old. It's also a hard thing to do when your own spirituality has gone through the wringer.
This time of year, I do try to focus on the simplicity of the Christmas story. How beautiful it is. That God would humble Himself, and come to earth to dwell among us. That he loved us, and me as an individual that much.
I heard a song on the radio in the car the other day. Literally had me in tears. It went something like "He lived and died so that we may all live together with Him forever."
He came to earth so that we may ALL live together... as in my family, as in my 3 babies in Heaven. I will see them someday in Heaven.
Anyway, sorry to get all "churchy," but it struck a cord.
So, to end this post, I wish everyone the joy and peace of Christmas. May this find you well. And good tidings in 2008!
And I'll leave you with a final bit of commercialism:
Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
One Sick Momma
I've been sick. I've left a permanent imprint on the couch. I was begging God for mercy. I caught my son's stomach flu. I have to say, kids can deal with being sick much better than adults.
We're both better now (thank God). On with life we go. So in today's news...
I'm a bad mom. Why? Well part of me took such pleasure in this:
My son had a friend over. They were quietly playing in his room. Suddenly, I heard the scream of all screams. I seriously thought someone had sustained a compound fracture. Anyway, I enter his room to find the poor figurine decapitated. My son was is hysterics. I'm not sure if he was all that upset that his porcelain figurine had broke, or if it's because now there was evidence, clear evidence, that he and his friend had been jumping on the bed. That's the only way the figurine could have fallen off the shelf.
We completed our Christmas picture taking:
I considered using this picture, but my dog's mouth was cut off, and me and my anal-ness couldn't get over it.
Doesn't this say "Christmas Joy" to you?
Yes... he was actually sleeping.
We got ourselves a winner!
What Matthew wanted on the Christmas card, if he had it his way.
We're both better now (thank God). On with life we go. So in today's news...
I'm a bad mom. Why? Well part of me took such pleasure in this:
My son had a friend over. They were quietly playing in his room. Suddenly, I heard the scream of all screams. I seriously thought someone had sustained a compound fracture. Anyway, I enter his room to find the poor figurine decapitated. My son was is hysterics. I'm not sure if he was all that upset that his porcelain figurine had broke, or if it's because now there was evidence, clear evidence, that he and his friend had been jumping on the bed. That's the only way the figurine could have fallen off the shelf.
We completed our Christmas picture taking:
I considered using this picture, but my dog's mouth was cut off, and me and my anal-ness couldn't get over it.
Doesn't this say "Christmas Joy" to you?
Yes... he was actually sleeping.
We got ourselves a winner!
What Matthew wanted on the Christmas card, if he had it his way.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Perhaps I'm a tad cynical
Ok, so I've recovered from my marathon of a weekend at work.
Only to do it again this weekend. But that's ok. I'm not going to whine about it. I'm a grown woman, and I chose to work extra. See, no whining.
But since I've been working so much, I've had to hurry and get my holiday decorating done. I have TONS of Christmas decorations. And, I love to decorate. I have a touch of OCD with my holiday decorating. Everything has to be just right. God forbid my DH try to help, 'cause he'd just screw it up. Even the outdoor lighting... I prefer to be the one up on the ladder, just to make sure it's done to my standards. Sad, I know!
All this decorating got me thinking about our Christmas cards. Our first Christmas card we sent out as newly weds was a picture of us on our wedding day. So Sweet!
The next Christmas, I was 9 months pregnant. I don't even know if I sent out cards. Oh yeah, I did. It had our adorable, new, Golden Retriever puppy, Cooper. So Cute!
The following Christmas of 2003, our beautiful baby boy graced the cover. Sans dog. He was kind of over-shadowed.
Same in Christmas of 2004 & 2005.
Christmas 2006. Matthew and our Cooper. What could be cuter than a boy and his dog?
Well, except for maybe a couple of boys' and maybe a girl and their dog, but I digress.
Anyway, I'm preparing for this years card. I've been going back and forth as to whether or not to include one of those "our year in review" letters. Ok, not really. I hope not to offend anyone, but I really don't care for most of these letters. You know the one's I'm talking about... the "we're the perfect family, so there! In your face" letters.
Well, I've decided to draft a pseudo-letter for our family, for this very fine year, 2007.
Dear Friends and Family,
We hope this letter finds you all in good health & spirits. 2007 was a bang-up year for our family.
The year started off wonderful. I turned 30 on January 17th. I was ovulating, and spent the morning at my RE's office having Intra-Uterine Insemination. Then, I got to go to work. A birthday I will never forget.
We had a nice vacation to Florida in April. Had a lot of baby-making sex (or BMS) because I was ovulating. Unfourtunately, we did get knocked-up.
Had our 3rd injectables cycle with intra-uterine insemination in May, right around Mother's Day... ironic, huh? Yeah, that didn't work either.
We traveled all around the Mid-west in the summer. Great times.
We found out we were pregnant in July, on a "off cycle" none-the-less. We were so happy! With every ultra-sound the baby was growing, and it's heartbeat was so strong.
On September 11th, I had a routine OB appointment. I had an ultrasound which revealed that my cervix was dilating. I was 12 weeks pregnant. I stayed that night in the hospital. Matt was 23 hours away in the remote woods of Canada on a fishing trip. I miscarried and had another D & C on September 12th.
We are now trying to decide what the future holds for us. Matt says I'm "moody" a lot. I get frusterated with him because he does not want to do anything aggressive to have another child.
Matthew has 3 imaginarey friends-- Comveigh, Sumveigh, and Freddy. Freddy just showed up a few months ago. They talk, and play, and have a great time. I tend to believe that they're more than imaginary... perhaps his 3 brothers are here to keep him company for a while? You probably think I'm weird now.
Well, there you have it folks! Cheers and Good Tidings to all in 2008!
Most Sincerely,
Matt, Jen, and Matthew
Only to do it again this weekend. But that's ok. I'm not going to whine about it. I'm a grown woman, and I chose to work extra. See, no whining.
But since I've been working so much, I've had to hurry and get my holiday decorating done. I have TONS of Christmas decorations. And, I love to decorate. I have a touch of OCD with my holiday decorating. Everything has to be just right. God forbid my DH try to help, 'cause he'd just screw it up. Even the outdoor lighting... I prefer to be the one up on the ladder, just to make sure it's done to my standards. Sad, I know!
All this decorating got me thinking about our Christmas cards. Our first Christmas card we sent out as newly weds was a picture of us on our wedding day. So Sweet!
The next Christmas, I was 9 months pregnant. I don't even know if I sent out cards. Oh yeah, I did. It had our adorable, new, Golden Retriever puppy, Cooper. So Cute!
The following Christmas of 2003, our beautiful baby boy graced the cover. Sans dog. He was kind of over-shadowed.
Same in Christmas of 2004 & 2005.
Christmas 2006. Matthew and our Cooper. What could be cuter than a boy and his dog?
Well, except for maybe a couple of boys' and maybe a girl and their dog, but I digress.
Anyway, I'm preparing for this years card. I've been going back and forth as to whether or not to include one of those "our year in review" letters. Ok, not really. I hope not to offend anyone, but I really don't care for most of these letters. You know the one's I'm talking about... the "we're the perfect family, so there! In your face" letters.
Well, I've decided to draft a pseudo-letter for our family, for this very fine year, 2007.
Dear Friends and Family,
We hope this letter finds you all in good health & spirits. 2007 was a bang-up year for our family.
The year started off wonderful. I turned 30 on January 17th. I was ovulating, and spent the morning at my RE's office having Intra-Uterine Insemination. Then, I got to go to work. A birthday I will never forget.
We had a nice vacation to Florida in April. Had a lot of baby-making sex (or BMS) because I was ovulating. Unfourtunately, we did get knocked-up.
Had our 3rd injectables cycle with intra-uterine insemination in May, right around Mother's Day... ironic, huh? Yeah, that didn't work either.
We traveled all around the Mid-west in the summer. Great times.
We found out we were pregnant in July, on a "off cycle" none-the-less. We were so happy! With every ultra-sound the baby was growing, and it's heartbeat was so strong.
On September 11th, I had a routine OB appointment. I had an ultrasound which revealed that my cervix was dilating. I was 12 weeks pregnant. I stayed that night in the hospital. Matt was 23 hours away in the remote woods of Canada on a fishing trip. I miscarried and had another D & C on September 12th.
We are now trying to decide what the future holds for us. Matt says I'm "moody" a lot. I get frusterated with him because he does not want to do anything aggressive to have another child.
Matthew has 3 imaginarey friends-- Comveigh, Sumveigh, and Freddy. Freddy just showed up a few months ago. They talk, and play, and have a great time. I tend to believe that they're more than imaginary... perhaps his 3 brothers are here to keep him company for a while? You probably think I'm weird now.
Well, there you have it folks! Cheers and Good Tidings to all in 2008!
Most Sincerely,
Matt, Jen, and Matthew
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Ode to My Husband
On this, the Eve of Thanksgiving, I would like to dedicate this poem to my beloved husband, as I finish preparing our Thanksgiving dinner, as I am going to work tomorrow (and working a double on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday). I love you honey!
If I Had a Penis
If I had a penis
Life would be just great.
I would have a wife to serve me,
While I just sit and wait.
If I had a penis
How happy I would be
As I sit and watch T.V. all day
While she works, cooks, and cleans.
If I had a penis
I could just ignore the mess,
And remind her that she missed a spot
As she handles all the stress.
If I had a penis
I could give opinions and "how to's"
All while sitting on the couch
In between a snooze.
If I had a penis
How blind I would certainly be.
I could just miss the pot
And she'll clean up my pee.
If I had a penis
I'd be king of my house
And my wife would take care of me
'Cause I can't do it myself.
If I Had a Penis
If I had a penis
Life would be just great.
I would have a wife to serve me,
While I just sit and wait.
If I had a penis
How happy I would be
As I sit and watch T.V. all day
While she works, cooks, and cleans.
If I had a penis
I could just ignore the mess,
And remind her that she missed a spot
As she handles all the stress.
If I had a penis
I could give opinions and "how to's"
All while sitting on the couch
In between a snooze.
If I had a penis
How blind I would certainly be.
I could just miss the pot
And she'll clean up my pee.
If I had a penis
I'd be king of my house
And my wife would take care of me
'Cause I can't do it myself.
Monday, November 19, 2007
My Soap-Box
It must be getting to be that time of the month again. I haven't been paying too close attention to my cycles, as we are not activley ttc at this time.
I can tell you, however, that I think I'm in full blown PMS mode.
Why, you might ask? Because I've had my soap-box out for most of the weekend. I was at work, and there was nothing I kept quiet about. We had heated debates regarding politics, religion, sex, and many other taboo topics. That's what happens on a slow weekend when a bunch of nurses are working together. And being that most nurses are women, it makes for interesting conversation.
I won't bore or offend you on my views on politics or religion today. You certainly need no further details on my sex life. But there is one thing I can't let go of. I can't remain quiet. I'm pretty pissed off.
Christmas lights before Thanksgiving.
I'm not exargerrating when I say it pisses me off. I'm not a little upset over it, or slightly annoyed... I'm pissed.
What ticks me off is that when I'm eating my turkey and stuffing, surrounded by my Thanksgiving decor, I have to look out at my neighborhood all lit up as if I was eating Christmas dinner.
Perhaps I'm overly sensitive. Perhaps I'm just bitchy. This could all be true. But come on people, doesn't "Christmas" seem to get earlier every year?
And to my neighbor who every year for the past 5 years has almost made me go into cardiac arrest... do you really have to put up your Christmas decorations THE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN????? Don't you agree that this is a bit premature?
Now, I think I get the rationale. We live in the Mid-West. It gets frickin' cold around here in November, so I can see putting them up on an unseasonably warm day. Fine, put the lights in the bushes and on the tress. But do we seriously need to adorn our porches with evergreen boughs, and are front doors with our Christmas wreaths, all before Thanksgiving? Is it really necessary to turn the lights on before Thanksgiving?
If this is the new standard, I think we should rename Thanksgiving, and incorporate it officially in the Christmas season.
Thanks for listening.
I can tell you, however, that I think I'm in full blown PMS mode.
Why, you might ask? Because I've had my soap-box out for most of the weekend. I was at work, and there was nothing I kept quiet about. We had heated debates regarding politics, religion, sex, and many other taboo topics. That's what happens on a slow weekend when a bunch of nurses are working together. And being that most nurses are women, it makes for interesting conversation.
I won't bore or offend you on my views on politics or religion today. You certainly need no further details on my sex life. But there is one thing I can't let go of. I can't remain quiet. I'm pretty pissed off.
Christmas lights before Thanksgiving.
I'm not exargerrating when I say it pisses me off. I'm not a little upset over it, or slightly annoyed... I'm pissed.
What ticks me off is that when I'm eating my turkey and stuffing, surrounded by my Thanksgiving decor, I have to look out at my neighborhood all lit up as if I was eating Christmas dinner.
Perhaps I'm overly sensitive. Perhaps I'm just bitchy. This could all be true. But come on people, doesn't "Christmas" seem to get earlier every year?
And to my neighbor who every year for the past 5 years has almost made me go into cardiac arrest... do you really have to put up your Christmas decorations THE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN????? Don't you agree that this is a bit premature?
Now, I think I get the rationale. We live in the Mid-West. It gets frickin' cold around here in November, so I can see putting them up on an unseasonably warm day. Fine, put the lights in the bushes and on the tress. But do we seriously need to adorn our porches with evergreen boughs, and are front doors with our Christmas wreaths, all before Thanksgiving? Is it really necessary to turn the lights on before Thanksgiving?
If this is the new standard, I think we should rename Thanksgiving, and incorporate it officially in the Christmas season.
Thanks for listening.
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