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Three Things
Dec. 8th, 2004 11:32 amOkay - first of all: Happy Birthday Mom!
Second of all: I love "The Invisible Man" so very much. It is the woobie of all my fandoms. This fandom - I want to pinch its cheeks. I also want to fix if up with a nice boy or girl and see it settled down. This fandom presses all kinds of buttons I did not know I had.
Thirdly of all: So after months of brain-wracking and contemplation and soul-searching -- I finally figure out what to give my father for Christmas and ordered it last night.
And Dawn admitted that it was a good gift. But then this morning she came up with a better one. I am sworn to secrecy - but yes. For my father - this is the best gift possible. DRAT. Foiled again.
At this point I think I will separate the gifts by a few days. Dawn has to work on Christmas - so she is wanting to do the family thing on the 23rd instead of the 24th and while I think we should do the Dawn gift exchange on the 23rd, I am pretty sure the Baby Jesus has this thing about the rest of us waiting until the 24th. Of course this could just be 29 cumultive years of being told I had to wait until Christmas Eve to unwrap my presents and I attribute this conditioned response to Jesus -- but you know - I attribute a lot of conditioned responses to Jesus and I see no reason to stop now. Especially since I get presents on his birthday. He has the best birthday eva! Or the best day before his birthday. Whatever. If Dad has time to process Dawn's gift then mine will be a whole new shock to the system and may restore me to best-present-giving-daughter status.
Not that his daughters are competitive at all. No. We would never dream of competing over something as crass as approval or attention. No we compete to be The Favorite. I hold that title, but in later years I have felt it slipping a bit. Cappy got her license and she and Dad are working on her junker so there is bonding there -- I'm saved by the fact that she has a high-pitched voice and dad has high decibel hearing loss so for the first 12 years of her life he never heard her say anything.
Dawn kinda let me slip by with out any notice for a long time, but in recent years she has not only gone hunting with the old man, she has also competed in a triathalon.
I am the favorite mainly because of being the sickly kid. Dad has a fondness for runts. But now I've made it 30 years and am very healthy. I need a new shtick.
Second of all: I love "The Invisible Man" so very much. It is the woobie of all my fandoms. This fandom - I want to pinch its cheeks. I also want to fix if up with a nice boy or girl and see it settled down. This fandom presses all kinds of buttons I did not know I had.
Thirdly of all: So after months of brain-wracking and contemplation and soul-searching -- I finally figure out what to give my father for Christmas and ordered it last night.
And Dawn admitted that it was a good gift. But then this morning she came up with a better one. I am sworn to secrecy - but yes. For my father - this is the best gift possible. DRAT. Foiled again.
At this point I think I will separate the gifts by a few days. Dawn has to work on Christmas - so she is wanting to do the family thing on the 23rd instead of the 24th and while I think we should do the Dawn gift exchange on the 23rd, I am pretty sure the Baby Jesus has this thing about the rest of us waiting until the 24th. Of course this could just be 29 cumultive years of being told I had to wait until Christmas Eve to unwrap my presents and I attribute this conditioned response to Jesus -- but you know - I attribute a lot of conditioned responses to Jesus and I see no reason to stop now. Especially since I get presents on his birthday. He has the best birthday eva! Or the best day before his birthday. Whatever. If Dad has time to process Dawn's gift then mine will be a whole new shock to the system and may restore me to best-present-giving-daughter status.
Not that his daughters are competitive at all. No. We would never dream of competing over something as crass as approval or attention. No we compete to be The Favorite. I hold that title, but in later years I have felt it slipping a bit. Cappy got her license and she and Dad are working on her junker so there is bonding there -- I'm saved by the fact that she has a high-pitched voice and dad has high decibel hearing loss so for the first 12 years of her life he never heard her say anything.
Dawn kinda let me slip by with out any notice for a long time, but in recent years she has not only gone hunting with the old man, she has also competed in a triathalon.
I am the favorite mainly because of being the sickly kid. Dad has a fondness for runts. But now I've made it 30 years and am very healthy. I need a new shtick.
