Monthly Archives: December 2007

Almost Famous!

Almost Famous!

 Dear Readers,

You may not have heard a peep from me the past few days on my lovely website but I assure you I have not been quiet! I’m almost famous! The whole world has heard from me. Well, maybe through those 7 degrees of separation.

Most of you have read my Rules for Christmas blog entry and then you found out I launched www.tackychristmasyards.com. Following this, I was interviewed by the Wall Street Journal and the story ran yesterday. Here are the links: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB119810213850540481.html

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB119809109658140043.html?mod=your_money_hidden_1_general_hs (later photos are mine)

The past few days Tacky Christmas has taken off and several on air appearances have been scheduled or fulfilled. Please be patient with me and my short hiatus. I will be back! For now, join in on the seasonal fun!

Joy,

Kat
 

Boing! Goes the Check

Boing! Goes the Check

 Maybe I should have waited one more day before writing that post. A check that someone wrote to me for close to $500 has bounced! Then, I received news that another check for $400 is going to come late, probably AFTER Christmas. Seeing that it’s from the very same person who wrote me the rubbery check, I doubt that will even happen. There goes my insurance and car payment and HOA dues and groceries and the cable bill…

I try so hard to remain positive but it’s so hard sometimes! Especially when the day after I am positive, I get bit a little too hard. Since getting married and getting into business on our own, we’ve learned some hard lessons. Contracts mean nothing and expectations are rarely met (KC, you rock by the way! Congrats on your bandy award).

Almost Enough

Almost Enough

 It is nice having almost enough. For the first time in 3 or 4 years I am writing checks out of my check book and knowing that there should be no problems getting them mailed on time. I don’t have to “rob Peter to pay Paul” as my mom is likely to say every time I mention that I have to make this or that payment late in order to make sure this or that stays on or doesn’t get taken away :) .

Although this “part time” (if you call 30-40 hours part time) retail job might kill me, I know for a fact that it will either come to a halt or slow waaaaaaaaaay down in about 3 weeks. For that I am thankful and frightened. I’ve gotten used to buying a new blouse or sweater (just the essentials) on Sundays and paying my bills ahead of time (not sending the payment overnight or frantically waking up to pay online at 11:56pm because I just remembered that it’s due TODAY). I’m thankful because 4-6 hours of sleep doesn’t due a person justice. If I was vying for a million dollars on Survivor, I might be able to justify the madness but sadly I am just spinning on the non-stop hamster wheel of life and just getting by…without the trim body to show for it.

Christmas Day will be a day off and a day of family (his) and a day without family (mine). After that, it’s anyone’s guess.

On Holiday Toys & Noise!

On Holiday Toys & Noise!

 When I was younger, all I wanted was something that made a lot of noise; a keyboard, a puppy, a laser shooter gun that went “pew, pew, pew”, Girl Talk games, loud board games, a radio…..

The list goes on and on. Not much has changed. Now I would love to have a nice stereo in the house with built in speakers, satellite radio, mp3 players, a plasma television…. Again, the list goes on and on.

To my dad and mom, the worst toy was anything that made noise. It kind of became a game between the families; who could out noise the other person’s kids. Either way, it appeared that dad always lost. An hour into Christmas, he would leave the room and return with a bottle of Aspirin and a bathrobe sash tied around his head to help cure his headache. Sometimes we would receive a toy and the batteries mysteriously disappeared from the backs of the toy within a day. Around our house, the only things harder to find than candy were batteries.

The year that we all received our own stereos with a recording option, I am sure that my dad took an entire bottle of aspirin before we were done opening gifts. Or the year of the musical teddy bears from Uncle: mom took them away before New Years and stashed them in the pantry. I didn’t see the little white bear with a red stocking cap until I moved out 11 years later.

After spending many days with the windows open at my own home, I have come to agree with my father. The small ride in cars with the car sounds, the remote control vehicles, the singing anything and the children’s karaoke sets; the worst toys to give to children are ones that make noise. However, the best racket made during the whole experience of gift giving is the gleeful sound that the kids make while using the gift. Luckily, even the loudest toys can’t drown that out. 

Par-TAY!

Par-TAY!

 I am at work.

I am at work all the time.

I am at work all the time and I am tired.

I am at work all the time and I am tired. I need sleep.

At the end of tomorrow I have worked 65 hours, spent 4 hours driving, spent 15 or more hours getting ready for the party and about 35 hours sleeping.

Rest assured that there will be a crabby pants rant by the time I get through this sleep deprived week. Stay tuned. However, the next two weeks will be worse. 71 hours of work next week and 80 hours the following week, without a party to look forward to…

Stay at the Car Moms

Stay at the Car Moms

 Where I grew up, I had to pay to ride the school bus. My parents had to chase down the school transportation building and pay out the nose for a bus pass. Before my freshman year, we just walked everyday. After 8th grade, that became impossible because of the hour or more that it might take to get there.

Here in the Midwest, everyone takes the bus, well, at least until you turn 16 or your sibling turns 16 or until your ultra cool best friend/cousin/neighbor turns 16. My neighborhood is 1 ½ blocks to the high school and middle school and about the same in the other direction to the elementary school. I have no problem that my tax dollars are being spent on bussing kids 3 minutes away (maybe a tiny problem) but there is something that baffles me.

In my neighborhood alone, there are probably 15-30 kids who take the bus. Any given morning you will see the mini-van moms parked at the corner in their cars, waiting 15 minutes for the bus to come. This may not seem strange to you given that it was 11 degrees this morning. It does seem strange to me that if someone is going to go to all of the effort of getting out of bed, warming up the car and driving 3 houses down to the corner (tiny houses I might mention, not sprawling estates) and waiting ten minutes for a bus to arrive, why wouldn’t they just venture out 1 ½ blocks, drop the kids off and come home. Same amount of time, similar amount of effort and a cost effective use of gasoline that would be used idling anyway.

The kids and parents in the Midwest have it too good.

Holiday Traditions

Holiday Traditions

 So, Christmas is almost upon us and as of Sunday, we officially began decorating our life and our home with the colorful bling and flashing lights that the season merits. Last night we put our tree “UP”. There are a few family traditions that I’ve brought over to the Midwest aboard the Ford Explorer that I sailed in on;

1. Pajamas and early presents. My parents gave us a new pair of pajamas each year for Christmas. I normally fall asleep in a sweatshirt and PJ pants so I didn’t keep this tradition (maybe if I ever have kids), but I did keep the part that comes along with it. We get to open ONE present the night before Christmas.
2. Church. I attend Christmas Eve service at church. Unless I am out of town. Then I don’t follow that tradition.
3. Live animals as decorations. And I don’t mean a manger scene. I’ll tell you more if you email me.
4. A kick butt Christmas party. Yes, we have one and you should be jealous if you are not invited because EVERYONE is invited. Friends even bring friends. Some years, my parents would have a party and only knew about 25% of the people who attended. Most people come because they want to see the best tree in the world.

5. The most awesome tree in the world, second only to my parent’s tree. Even before Regis and Kelly introduced the world to the upside down Christmas tree, my family did it. Although, ours is way cooler; it is on the ceiling. Yep, presents and all, the decorating of our home begins at the top and works its way down.

6. My husband’s family has a tradition of visiting Santa the night before Christmas. They have always done it and they have a picture each year to prove it. When we became engaged, I got to join in. We still do it. Every year. No kids, just us and J’s little 20 year old sister.

What are your holiday traditions?