Monday, December 25, 2000
Dear Kate,
| Quote Of The Day: "Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do...but how much love we put in that action." -- Mother Teresa |
| Background Music: "Babooshka" |
| Today's High: Spending the day with both of our families. |
| Today's Low: My father's stupid disappearing act. |
What makes some Christmases more memorable than others? How about the Christmas when your father decides to spent it with his friend instead of his family?
Boy, was I pissed. I called the house on our way over and Billy filled me in. Background: My mom made plans for them and another couple who have the same wedding anniversary--Dec. 3--to go out to dinner earlier this month to celebrate. My dad chose to stay home. (Happy freakin' anniversary!) So my mom told him he shouldn't expect her to do things with his friends if he won't do things with hers. That especially included my dad's friend Ann, who always seems to have no one to spend the holidays with, so she ends up at my parents' house. Ann was now not welcome this year, so my dad decided he would spend it with her. My mom had no idea he'd leave the house as early as he did and be gone all day. My brother told me she told my father as he was leaving to make sure Ann knows my mom has no respect for a woman who would someone away from his family on Christmas. (Go, mom!)
When I got to the house, mom was still at church. So I found Ann's number and called.
"Are you nuts?" I asked him. And he had nothing to say for himself. He didn't think Ann should have to spend the holiday alone. (How noble.) And he claims he has no idea why my mother was disappointed. (Duh!) So, I did what any 31-year-old woman would do. I called him an asshole, and let him go. (He was even doing the cooking! How nice of him.) Then I just stood there and tried to calm down before my mom got home.
We stayed for about four hours. As we were leaving, and my father still wasn't home, I did what his mother probably would have done if she were still alive (hi, Josie!). I took his Christmas presents with me. (I seem to recall a story where my grandma cut my father's birthday out of the calendar one year because of something he said or did or didn't do. Taking his presents with me seemed rather appropriate.)
But you know, despite all of that, we had a nice Christmas. Me, Joe, Billy and my mom had a good dinner and watched perhaps the dumbest movie ever. (Edward Scissorhands--UGH!!) Then Joe and I went to his parents' house for a little while, and ate some more.
It was definitely a Christmas to remember alright, though it wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
We got home shortly before 9 p.m. so I called my mom. Billy answered. My dad came home around 6 and my parents have hardly said a word to each other. But my mom is doing OK. She's mad but she won't say anything about it. So that's that I guess. (Ugh!)
Anyway, the night is still young and Joe and I are home AND awake. Time to unwind and cuddle in front of the fireplace. Oh wait, we don't have a fireplace. OK then...
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