My Mom loves Nativity scenes (as do I.) Over the years, she has acquired quite the collection:
Stay tuned for next year, when my Mom hires actors to portray the Nativity on the front lawn, 24/7 throughout the month of December.
I’ve noticed that each year, after Christmas, I return with a bunch of the same pictures, like the one above (the Traditional Brothers Shooting Guns.) I realize that we have some pretty time-honored Christmas traditions, such as the act of re-gifting -
The hanging of Dan in the Christmas Tree -
the flying of remote control toys which refuse to fly -
the wistful stare of the chubby porcelain angels -
the Taking of a moody picture of oneself in the front yard -
And finally – the token ‘Dad carves Meat while Mom fusses’ picture – in this case, a giant honey Ham.
Yeah. I ate about half of that.
Bekah, note to self: Do not say to your giant recently wounded Marine Brother ‘Hey, cool hispter scarf!’ as this will most likely piss him off. But I just couldn’t help it. I mean – does said Brother’s scarf not bare a striking resemblance?
What Tim is wearing is actually a scarf he got in Syria while guarding the border – it’s what Syrians wear to you know, keep the sand out of their eyes – NOT to accentuate a hip- hoppy colorful gay outfit of Apathy. Hmm.
Oh, the origins of fashion. Hillarious.
Fans, meet Biscuit, the ‘furreal’ Robot Dog.
Every Christmas morning for the past 4 years, the Brunstetters awake to find that Santa has brought them some convincing replica of Tanner, the deceased family dog. And this year, the replica was especially adorable and terrifying.
Powered by frightening touch and motion sensors, Biscuit responds to 6 commands, such as ‘Treat’ in which Biscuit sits up and begs for a treat.
Biscuit also responds fondly when scratched behind the ears.
Sometimes, she hears too much and can’t respond. Like most dogs, She gets confused. (After a brief anatomical inspection, Dad confirmed that Biscuit is indeed a Gal.) Biscuit responds best to commands that are delivered 12 to 18 inches in front of her face, so sometimes, one must get down to her level.
Also, like most dogs, She requires constant attention. This we discovered when, after playing with it? her? it – we started to open presents, and she started whimpering.
Please join me in welcoming Biscuit to the Brunstetter family.
We have officially lost our minds.
Flying is totally terrifying, is it not? Though most of my flights last a mere hour and a half down to NC, I always manage convince myself at least 10 times during the duration of the flight that the plane is plummeting.
To combat this, I have mastered the perfect list of distracting activities: nasty airplane white wine ($6 or free if the stewardness is nice), a music producing device, and a nerdy task (ie, thumbing through the Dramatists Guild Directory, and nerdily writing deadlines into my calendar.) Nerd. A nerd’s gotta do what a nerd’s gotta do.
….The Robot dog, which we now own. The Brunstetters have officially lost it. Breathtaking original photos to come.Also, just merry Christmas, in general.Also some of these: And one of these: God Bless Us. Every one.
Papa Brunstetter has decided it’s time for him to write a book, and I whole-heartedly agree. He’s always wanted to write, and has quite the affinity for it (he gets it from me. Heh.)I think there’s tons of possibility with my Dad – him being a self-made man, the things he’s witnessed and experienced in the Senate, him being an interesting breed of republican, how he got there, how pretty his Daughter is – heck, I’d read the book for sure. So, over Christmas, we’re going to sit down, organize thoughts – and I’m meant to share some writing tips, which I’ve never really done before in a real way. So I thought I’d start brainstorming via my blogthing to get the ball rolling, as it were.So, with no further ado, a few writing tips from Bekah. Let’s hope they are super profound. They will most likely be rambly.1. Don’t write yourself into a wall. I think someone important said something of this nature in an interview – I think it was Hemmingway, or Eugene O’Neill? But I’ve never forgotten it. And that is – when writing, stop just before you’re finished. Leave yourself hanging, so that when you come back to it, you know just where to begin, and re-entering the work is that much easier. When I know I’ve got to stop writing for the evening (and the stopping, oftentimes, is hard -) I usually make notes for myself of what’s going to come next. That way, the whole next day or days, until I come back to it, I’m thinking about what I’m working on next – sort of courting it in my mind.2. Above all, amuse yourself. If you’re not enjoying it, what’s the point? Maybe this is totally narcissistic and wrong, but I love writing because love to make myself laugh and make things happen that I’ve always wished would, or something. So, in a way, it’s self-serving – or at least part of it should be. This is what will keep you addicted to it. You know, in that good productive way.3. Relish in what you’ve written.After an awesome ‘sesh’ if you will – I love love love to print off what I’ve written, have it in my hands, and take a moment and read through it. Granted, I’ve got a pen in hand for changes but – I love, more than anything, to take a minute to absorb what I’ve just done. Stopping periodically to do this allows you to briefly reward you for your labors. It also keeps you from constantly going back and re-reading WHILE you’re writing, which can really slow you down.4. Don’t think too much.Your own negative thoughts about what you’re working on your own enemy. Granted, you’ll never be able to banish them completely – but, it’s possible to ignore them. It’s more important to finish the thing, than to judge it while you’re doing it. If negative thoughts arise (ie, this totally sucks, this has been done before, I sound like a D bag, etc) – do your best to focus on what you LIKE about what you’re doing – or seriously, you will never finish.5. Absorb the World.When I was little I started paying attention to EVERYTHING. It was painful. Every detail of everything, mainly of every person and the things they said. I think the best writing is specific. Specifity, in my opinion, is the stealing the real-life words and nuances of actual people – or least, the bending of these events to serve your story. You can’t make that shit up, as they say in France. It’s true. You can’t. Train yourself to constantly absorb what’s going on around you – funny things, sad things – trust me, it’ll end up informing what you’re working on.
There he is, perched comfortably atop the the list of the best characters ever written / created.
Sometimes, I just think of him and smile. Especially when I must call Office Max and discuss with the representative which pens I should order.