Rob gave me THE rock-on present of the century. A cell phone. C E L L P H O N E. Do you realize what this means? Free weekends, for real. He has always been my connection to the electronic world, which is pretty much everywhere but in my house. I love my parents, but they're just moving backwards in time, and they're dragging me with them. Rob bought my computer, CD player, my first radio when I was 6. Hey, 80's music rocked like bob. He even hooked me up with a four-wheeler back in the day. Yo, my bro's got connections. I'd love him even if he didn't, but you know...
Not that my parents don't get me cool gifts though. They're supporting my whole France thing. I've gathered that's what the luggage was for, and the soap. Nevermind. They do things for me all throughout the year, and it's not that i don't appreciate that, but sometimes it's nice to wake up on Christmas morning and find non-practical gifts under the tree. I still pretend there's a Santa...Shhhh... I love them. Christmas is all about love. I'm all about love. Free love, right here yo. Most of the time anyway.
A few weeks ago my mom and I had a conversation.
Mom: I want to move to another country and just leave your dad here. What do you think?
Jill: I don't know mom, France is kind of expensive. I'd have to become a whore to support us.
I've been lowered a couple of points on the good-daughter-scale. Mom is extremely religious. I got a sex talk right after that. I've learned since then about expressing my thoughts. Oh wait, no, i haven't.
Alright, so don't go thinking that i'm all about material goods, bling bling, whatever. I like presents. I like Christmas. I would like Christmas even without presents. It doesn't matter. It's all good, as long as everyone is all warm and fuzzy, and crap. I wish my family were more cheery this year though. Everyone was kind of solemn as we opened gifts and ate dinner. I don't get it. I was sooo singing the Christms song the entire time. But anyways...
It's been fun.
Catch ya next year! Ho ho ho.
Jill
p.s. - I wish I had some mistle toe. Someone to kiss would be nice too. Do you think Santa delivers late?
DUDE! It's Christmas! And in ten minutes it will be the day after Christmas! Because I procrastinate like that.
I don't know, everything's just been different since someone slipped on the Santa secret. It's all for the best though. If there really was an estranged man living in the arctic, making rock-on toys for every child on earth, I'd be pretty pissed that he left luggage under my tree. Man, would Santa be getting some hate mail. It is cool luggage though.