Tuesday, December 21, 2010
JD craves instant gratification, especially when it comes to presents.
He gets a certain look on his face when he’s trying to hold something in- whether he’s dying to share a surprise with me, or we’re in the middle of a serious conversation and he’s trying to hold back a sarcastic comment.
We were at the dinner table last night when The Look crossed his face. He pursed his lips in an effort to suppress a smile.
“Can I give your Christmas present to you now?” he asked excitedly as he face broke into a grin.
“No!” I protested. “You have to wait till Christmas.”
He started to say something else but I interrupted.
“And no giving me any hints either. I want to be surprised.”
His face dropped.
JD had just gone shopping for me earlier in the day, but the thought of waiting 4.5 days to see me open my gifts was almost unbearable.
Of course his lack of patience applies to receiving presents too. When JD called the other day to tell me that our Kinect had arrived, I said “Great! Let’s skip going to the movies and stay home and play Kinect instead,” not realizing that JD couldn’t wait that long to try it out. I came home to him playing by himself in the middle of the living room.
“You couldn’t even wait till I got home so we could try it together?!” I exclaimed.
“Noooo,” he replied guiltily.
Sigh. Why have kids when I already have JD?
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Yesterday, our Christmas present from JD's parents arrived in the mail- a Kinect for the xbox 360. They also included a dance game, since I love to dance so much. The Kinect has a sensor that can read your movements, so the dance game gives you a series of moves to do and scores you based on how well you match the move, your timing to the music, etc.
Thanks to my dance background, I picked up on the game much faster than JD. Actually, I dominated him.
I should stop to mention 2 things about JD: 1. He's extremely competitive. 2. He doesn't like to dance. I think you can see where this is going.
It only took me one attempt to try and master the first song. I turned to JD and said, "I can't wait to unlock the harder levels!" Looking back, I might as well have said, "Hahaha, you can't beat me."
I know him well enough to know that after seeing how well I did, he was determined to do better than me. He selected his song and did pretty well on the first few moves, but once they started throwing in some more difficult stuff, he started losing points.
"I'm doing what they're showing me on the screen!" he announced defensively.
"The sensor picks up on even the smallest movements, babe. You can't just move your hands... see how they're showing you to move your body to the side a bit?"
"Here, maybe this well help," I walked in front of him and did it a few times. At first it seemed to be helping, then it just seemed to be a distraction. I let him finish the song himself, or try to finish the song. He gave up about halfway through.
"I need to practice this when you're not around," he said as he exited the game.
"Why, because it bothers you that I'm better than you at it?"
"No," he smiled.
"So yes?" I shot back.
For what it's worth, he beat me in all the sports games.
Monday, December 13, 2010
I love the holiday season. I love big meals with friends and family, cozy get togethers with loved ones, buying, wrapping, and giving presents, the twinkling lights all around town, and joy that seems to accompany everyone during this time. The warmth of the season seems to offset the cold outside.
Today I started thinking about some of my favorite holiday memories, like Christmas with my dad’s side of the family. We took our present opening seriously, and made sure to savor the moment rather than opening all at the same time in a frenzy of ripping paper. We went from youngest to oldest, opening presents one at a time, so we all got to share in each other’s delight, not just our own.
But because everything on my dad’s side has to be a challenge, opening presents turned into a game. You had to guess what was in the present before you opened it, and we were pretty hard core. We disguised things to make it harder to guess, like the time my mom made a blanket for my grandparents and disguised it with heavy, noisy cans of beans. We took it so seriously, that we got outrageously analytical and specific, as in “Well, it’s too light to be a pair of pants, so I’m going to guess t-shirt. Either Bengals or Xavier.”
It was so intense, and there were so many presents, that we had to open our gifts over the course of 2 afternoons, all the while munching on holiday cookies and candy. My grandpa even numbered each present, and kept a corresponding list so he could remember what was in each box. You would pick up your next gift, tell him the number, then ask if it was okay to open it (he liked to save the most exciting things for the end). If you got the green light, you’d ask if you could shake it (like I said, we took our guessing seriously), and he would give you a yes, no, or “only a little.”
My grandpa was so organized, that only one year did presents get mixed up, and we relive that moment every Christmas. I was very young- 3 maybe 4- and I opened a pair of khaki pants meant for my uncle. I was traumatized. How were these pants ever supposed to fit me? I politely thanked my grandparents, and everyone had a good laugh. When my uncle opened my little red dress later, I was quite relieved.
Merry Christmas to all of you. May your family’s quirky holiday traditions continue :)
Friday, December 10, 2010
I don’t know what to say.
“Uh, then don’t write a blog.”
Any Sex and the City fans get the reference? Anyone?
Seriously though, I DON’T know what to say, and I know that’s upsetting to my tens of adoring fans.
I’ve always been an extrovert. In high school, I spent family dinners talking instead of eating. I would literally go through every period of the day and recap every detail. It wasn’t until the rest of the family was up doing dishes that I would eat. My mom told me that after I went to college, they all sat down at dinner and kind of stared at each other, because no one knew what to say. They weren’t used to talking; that was always my job.
Yet here I am today, with nothing to share. JD is injury free and life is pleasantly mundane.
Uh oh, did I just jinx us? Oh well, if something happens, at least I’ll have blog material…
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Memorial Day Weekend at the Outer Banks. JD joined in on my friends' tradition of burying themselves in the sand.
First trip home to Ohio to meet my family.
Getting out of the Marine Corps and moving home.
My first camping trip.
Vacationing in the mountains. JD proposed while we were hiking.
4th of July fireworks.
Our (first) wedding on Topsail Island (we had a small beach wedding with a larger ceremony for all our friends later).
Our first home.
Canopy tour on our honeymoon.