December 13, 2009

Whose-nuts roasting on a what-now?

Sam was asking the other day why it was exactly that I don't write about the stuff that's going on in our lives anymore. The only answer I could give him was, "Um, I don't know?" So, he suggested that I start doing it again. So, I am.

Today was a a pretty big day on the calendar of Anderson family traditions: The BDTA Kids Christmas Party. Every year my union brothers and sisters hold a movie party down at the theatre at which Santa shows up and hands out presents and what not. To get the day off to a special start, I was down at the Overwaitea by 8:15 a.m. picking up the ingredients for breakfast. There's nothing like wandering around an empty grocery store early in the morning, Christmas music piping in, to really get those holiday spirits flowing. A quick trip home, some Huey Lewis and the News on the stereo (not exactly holiday music, but inspirational in its own way), an entire package of Maple Leaf 33% Less Sodium bacon in the pan and soon we were feasting on my cinnammon-nutmeg French toast.

Sam and I ended-up being the only one's who went to the movie as Chloe wasn't feeling all that great, but we enjoyed ourselves as best we could anyway. The flick was "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" and I'm not ashamed to admit that I was not looking forward to it in the least. I'd like to take this opportunity to issue a formal apology to the makers of "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" because it was, in fact, a hilarious movie. The story itself was pretty weird, but the one-off gags were laid on with a trowel and they were FUNNY! The capper was that Santa showed-up just as the credits were starting and Sam received a personal hand-shake from the big guy. Sam's pre-movie wish that Santa would bring him a Bionicle came true as well, so the whole morning was one we could put in the "win" column.

At this point in the day, we are waiting for April to finish wrapping the tree with gingerbread man ribbon (note to self: if the wife asks how the tree looks wrapped in gingerbread man ribbon, do not, I repeat, DO NOT tell her that it looks like somebody toilet papered me) and, when she is done, we will commence Operation: Decorate That Honky MoFo.

I'll post some pictures later, once we've got the tree all decorated.

Also, Sam wanted me to tell the tale of how we drove up past Phoenix Ski Hill last weekend looking for a choice spot to do some sledding and he ended up doing a massive face plant. So there.

Posted by Sean at 12:13 PM


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