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One Classy Christmas Letter 2015

Dear Friends and Family,

We hope you’ve had a wonderful year. While we didn’t take as many trips as we did in 2014, our shared moments and experiences have been just as special.

 

January – On New Year’s Eve, we came across a Basset Hound standing in the center of a snowy PA back road. After exhaustively riding around to look for his owner, we took him home, placed internet ads everywhere, then named him Scout. Unlike our ungrateful dogs, Scout LOVED the kids, and the kids LOVED Scout. And then the owner called to claim “Sparky”…Sparky? Who names a slow moving,  droopy-eyed Basset Hound, Sparky?

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After the alleged owner submitted the required vet records, pictures of him & Sparky together, and a preliminary DNA sample, I reluctantly handed him over asking, “Are you sure he wouldn’t be happier with us? I mean, he did try to run away from you.” But he couldn’t hear me over the wails of our children.

That was Day 1 of 2015.

February – After a 12 year maternity leave, I finally returned to work at my family’s tire & auto business. Because I’m gone from 7:30am-6pm each day, Brian has taken on some of my family responsibilities, like getting Ana on and off the bus everyday and staying home with her when she’s sick. As for Collin, he’s 12, we gave him the garage code and a copy of Survivor Kid: A Practical Guide to Wilderness Survival by Denise Long.

March – We went sledding once, on a hill by our house. After peeling off our wet clothes with burning red hands and mopping up the laundry room floor, we took a vote and agreed it wasn’t worth it. So we bought one of those clear acrylic birdfeeders with suction cups and placed it high up on our sunroom window.

We then spent the rest of March watching two squirrels desperately flinging their bodies at the feeder. We named them Dumb Squirrel (he had zero street smarts) and Smart Squirrel.  Smart Squirrel was clever, quick, and stealthy. He was superior to Dumb Squirrel, and us, in every way- we were annoyed by his greed and put off by his confidence. But Dumb Squirrel…now there was a rodent we could root for. Oh how we loved to watch him! He’d circle under the window, staking out potential launching points, usually all poor choices. Then he’d momentarily give up, looking on the ground, perhaps for fallen seeds or an elevator. We’d cheer him on “You can do it!” “Believe in yourself!” “You got this!” And he did believe in himself until {{smack}} he didn’t. By the end of March, we had removed the bird feeder out of concern for Dumb Squirrel’s safety

Not so coincidentally, this was also the month that Brian’s obsession with bourbon based craft brews really took off.

April – Having just started horseback riding lessons, Ana decided she wanted her birthday party to be held at the stable. So naturally I spent most of April on Pinterest.com planning for this glorious event. It wasn’t until I yelled at Brian for blocking the monitor while I was trying to read user reviews on two competing disposable fork manufacturers, that I realized I was drowning in the details. But in the end, I think we can all agree it was worth it.

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We spent Easter with family at Brian’s parent’s house. A wonderful dinner that ended with an impromptu Easter Egg fight. We pelted each other with plastic eggs for over 30 minutes, and proudly ended it before anyone lost an eye.

May – Our family decided to try something outdoorsy again. We received a flyer that our neighborhood lake was having a fishing contest in an attempt to thin out the overwhelming Carp population. So I got the kids all excited (Brian remained appropriately pessimistic), called my brother to join us, then went down to Walmart where I bought 4 fishing rods, bait, and an honest-to-god fishing license.

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Despite the association’s “we have too many Carp in our lake” claim, Collin and Brian caught nada, I got my line tied in a tree, and Ana hooked a snapping turtle…twice.

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We repacked our tackle box for the first and last time, and went home. My brother stayed behind to enjoy the peace and quiet. It was a fun time, just one we won’t soon be repeating.

June – This was the end of Kindergarten for Ana, and Collin’s last year of Elementary school. Collin made us so proud by winning The Principal’s Award at school, which represents a well-rounded student, both academically and socially. And Ana made us proud by finally working out a window-seat rotation plan with her bus nemesis, Julianna. Never mind it was the last week of school.

July – Brain, myself, Collin, Ana, and my mother-in-law Pat, packed the car with vodka and board games and set off on a 1,500 mile trip to visit Brian’s side of the family in Chicago and Wisconsin. Seeing aunts, uncles and cousins was definitely the highlight of our summer! While there, we went tubing, paddle boarding, jet-skiing, visited Millennium Park, saw the U2 concert at the United Center, and ate at a really good “I’m surprised a health inspector hasn’t shut this place down” dive restaurant.

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Shout out to “BIG & LITTLE’S” where the tacos are worth the risk!

August – Ana participated in several day camps and Collin started tackle football with practices four nights a week. We also finally met our new next-door neighbors when Ana sent their 8 year old daughter home with a ziplock bag full of dead hamster meant for burial. “What’s wrong with that?” she asked, “Her parents probably want to see it.”

Needless to say, they came over pretty quickly to see US.

September – The kids went back to school, Ana in 1st grade and Collin in 6th grade. Our lazy Saturdays were now replaced with travel football games, which I wasn’t crazy about until Brian introduced the idea of checking out local pubs or BYOB restaurants after each game. GO, TEAM, GO!

October –  For Collin’s birthday, we took a bunch of kids downtown to Exodus Escape Rooms. That’s where each rooms has its own specific escape plan that requires puzzle solving, clue finding, and teamwork to find your way out. It’s the newest trend in team-building. When we pulled up, I was dismayed to find that the business occupies the once residential house I partied in during my college days. I looked down at the brochure in my hand “Every room provides the most entertaining experience.” Sounds about right.

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Brian began playing pick-up basketball at the gym twice a week. It’s a bunch of kinda in shape 40 year olds trying to compete with a bunch of really in shape 18 year olds. As a result, his ankles killed him all month.

Also in October, sadly, Mr. Bojangles passed away. He wasn’t the best dog or even the almost best dog. He was a food thief, a chewer of Barbie doll heads, and he’d tear the eyeballs out of a stuffed animal just for looking at him. But his love for his family was unwavering and true. He was quite a character and we miss him dearly.

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November – With Mr. Bojangles’ weak bladder no longer a concern, we replaced our living room carpet and area rug. Then we all laid on the floor and rolled around appreciating both the presence of DuPont Stainmaster chemicals and the absence of urine.

On Black Friday, Brian’s beer obsession hit its peak when he bundled Ana up and they headed off to Liquor World at 7:30 in the morning to be the first in line for the 2015 release of Founder’s Kentucky Breakfast Stout. While I was at work, I received the text “I’m the only one here with a kid. Strange.”        Is it?

Brian was still playing basketball. The pain now extended to his shins.

December –  This month has been a bit of a blur as we try to get ready for the holidays. We saw “Miracle on 34th Street” at the Everett Theatre. Brian’s brother, Kevin, played Sawyer, and he was awesome! The kids loved it! In fact, our Christmas Card picture was taken there. And the Santa in the picture actually played Santa in the play! And speaking of this Christmas card, I think we all know it’s not my most photogenic moment, but everyone else looked so nice I decided to use it. Talk about being selfless around the holidays!

And Brian’s still playing basketball. He just sat down and placed a bag of frozen peas across his kneecaps.

As this year is coming to a close , we want to say thank you for being a part of our lives, whether near or far, yesterday or yesteryear, you are always in our hearts. May your 2016 be filled with an abundance of love, laughter, health, and happiness.

Love,

Brian, Kim, Collin, & Ana

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Free Advice Friday: Mom, is Santa real? crap.

Dear Kim,

My daughter has been asking me if Santa is real. What should I say?

Nancy in North Poleless, TX

 

Dear Nancy,

I’m so sorry that you’re faced with the god awful “Santa” discussion, it’s almost worse than talking about sex.  But here’s my advice, lie.

I’m not suggesting that you lie by telling her Santa exists, I’m suggesting that you say he died. That’s right. Dead. Gone. Over the rainbow and all that shit. And here’s the reason…if you admit that you’ve participated in years and years of deception and all that “Santa won’t bring you anything” crap was just an empty threat, then you’ve lost her. And all the values you’ve worked so hard to instill in her, with lessons like “you can get pregnant just from kissing a boy”, “masturbation will cause blindness”, and “an angel dies every time your curse”  will go right down the toilet.  You must lie to maintain your credibility.

It’s important, however, that you realize your daughter will need time to deal with Santa’s death.  You must be ready to be a supportive parent while she goes through the 5 stages of grief.  Luckily I can help you with that too.

Nancy, did you know that in 1996 I spent 6 months working as a grief counselor?  That’s right, I worked for an fabulous therapist by the name of Wong, Dr. Wut S. Wong.

I was amazed by Dr. Wong’s ability to soothe a grieving widow and to put a smile on her face. And I spent every moment eagerly soaking up all the knowledge he had to offer…until the day the police showed up. It turns out Dr. Wong was a con-man / method actor.  He was just running a scam to meet a wealthy widow to support him in case his callback for the Broadway musical “Rent” never came.  The irony is, his callback did come but he was under house arrest.

This unfortunate turn of events left me unemployed but I was determined to continue counseling.  While looking for a job, I took courses through my local community college.That’s when I realized that Dr. Wong was a complete fraud.  I should have known that the “5 Stages of Grief” weren’t: Sad, Pissed, Throwing Shit Out, and All Better Now. Hell, that’s only 4 steps. I really ignored the red flags.  Not to mention, Dr. Wong had blue eyes and red hair.

After graduating from college, I found another position with a charitable organization. And I’m proud to say, that while I was there, I established a weekly support group for those in mourning called Delivering Empathy & Alliance Through Humanity.  I referred to them as our D.E.A.T.H. meetings.

Nancy, here are the real “5 Stages of Grief” and what you can expect from your daughter in each one.

Denial– She’s going to think you’re totally bullshitting her on this one, after all, you’ve lied before.  To be convincing, you must be ready with details.  For example, you need to know HOW Santa died.  I always say “he died from the stress of your gift demands”. Also, I find that presenting cigarette ashes in a Christmas stocking while saying, “Here, Santa would want you to have his charred remains” is a really nice touch.  And it gives her some tangible proof.

Anger–  She’ll be angry with the possibility that she may be getting fewer gifts.  Kids are greedy bastards.

Bargaining–  Expect a lot of “buy me_____,  or I’ll tell my baby sister he died”.

Depression– She’ll be sad until you buy a really great gift. A pony or an iPhone usually does the trick.

Acceptance– Santa who?

Nancy, I hope I was able to help you.  I also offer advice on how to successfully address other sensitive topics like “Where do babies come from“.  In fact, I’m currently writing an Ebook called, Raising Kids: Their Questions, Your Answers, &  Martini Recipes.  I’ll drop you a line when it becomes available on Amazon.com.

Sincerely,

Kim

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