I'm back from vacation, and I don't know what day it is, and here's what I did on my Christmas vacation!

2009 at 11am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

Since I spent most of the day Sunday journeying from Aurora, IL, where hubby and I paid a quick visit to one of his brothers, back to St. Louis, where we spent the rest of the holiday, and because I was unplugged for the holiday weekend, and because pretty much no one was reading blogs, I didn’t have a Sunday Salon this week. And hey, that’s all right. I’m not married to a routine here, and if I’m being really honest, I do this blogging thing in the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants method about 90% of the time anyway.

So.

Despite my extensive complaining, the vast majority of my good old-fashioned family Christmas was delightful. Our first evening in St. Louis brought the much-anticipated tradition of Family Movie Night. Hubby’s parents go out to the movies exactly once a year, and it’s always right around the holidays. They take all four of the boys (or however many are in town) and their wives, and the grandkids stay at home with a babysitter (usually Aunt Dorothy, who is the coolest nun I know). This is a tradition that is not to be messed around with, so it always, always means a late-afternoon movie followed by dinner at Outback Steakhouse (which is conveniently located across the parking lot from the theater….because of course, for it to be Family Movie Night, you have to go to the SAME THEATER EVERY YEAR).

Family Movie Night can be a bit of a debacle for the following reasons. 1) Hubby and I are the only ones in his family who are inclined to plan anything ahead of time. 2) Trying to get the rest of them to agree to a day, time, and movie can take days on end and is about as uncomplicated as herding cats. 3) Hubby’s parents don’t want to see anything with sex, drugs, offensive language, or violence; anything that requires too much thought; anything with a less-than-happy ending; anything that might make you cry. There are no downers on Family Movie Night.

(I feel like this would be the time for a joke about how the first rule of Family Movie Night is you don’t talk about Family Movie Night, but that would be too dark, right?)

As you can imagine, fulfilling these criteria is rarely easy, so we usually end up seeing something that is either far too juvenile for a group of adults ranging in age from 26 to 67—I can usually be heard ranting about how WE’RE ALL ADULTS AND WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO SEE MOVIES WITH ADULT CONTENT—or that is just sappy sweet or slapstick funny (re: not funny to anyone but my father-in-law) or overly moralistic or just downright bad. But we have scored a couple times with Dreamgirls (though they didn’t like it when Eddie Murphy dropped his pants or when Beyonce’s character fought with her husband) and Charlie Wilson’s War (which the in-laws didn’t mind even though the opening scene includes nudity, hookers, and cocaine), and this year I had a big win with suggesting Up in the Air.

You wanna know why? Because even though it has prolific and creative use of the F-bomb, sex, infidelity, a main character whose job it is to fly around the country firing people from their jobs, and a less-than-happy ending, much of it was filmed in—you guessed it—St. Louis!  I didn’t know this ahead of time, but it seems that this movie was in the news in St. Louis A LOT during filming, and my in-laws had a great time spotting local landmarks while I drooled over George Clooney for two hours and enjoyed this genuinely funny, smart, well-written, grown-up movie.

Holla!

Dinner at Outback was predictably satisfying (who doesn’t love a Bloomin’ Onion every now and then?), then we returned home in our food coma, and I snuggled up on the couch to finish Homer & Langley. Yes! There’s that mention of reading material you’ve been waiting for!  I’ll be writing my review soon, but suffice it to say Homer & Langley is most excellent and one of my favorites for the year.

Christmas Eve was spent lazing around the house—it was Thursday, but we treated it like a Sunday—with Bill Bryson and In a Sunburned Country (also most excellent), then hubby and I went to ten o’clock mass (even though I’m a heathen Methodist and neither of us can be considered to be a “practicing” anything) because Christmas Eve church is one of my holiday rituals and then headed home to await Santa’s arrival.

Christmas morning brought excessive consumption of coffee, very excited children, and some wonderful gifts. Most notably, hubby gave me a sherpa fleece-lined hoodie I’ve been ogling for months, the in-laws gave me a beautiful set of chef’s knives, and the sister-in-law who had me in the family gift exchange stocked me up with great music, including both volumes of the GLEE soundtrack, and a shiny new copy of The Pioneer Woman Cooks.  If you don’t follow The Pioneer Woman, you’re missing out on a fantastic, funny blog that covers cooking, photography, stories from family life, and the occasional feature about her basset hound Charlie (those are the best).

The rest of Christmas Day was spent visiting extended family, listening to my niece and nephew chatter about and fight over their new iPod Touch, and eating way too much stuffing. Is it just me, or are the side dishes the best part of holiday meals?

I would normally spend the day after Christmas sleeping in and then hitting the mall to look for good deals, but this time around, the hubs and I loaded up our four-wheel drive sleigh and hit the road bright and early to make a quick trip up to Aurora, IL to visit another of his brothers and meet our newest niece. We arrived at the beginning of a little snowstorm and were thrilled to have four inches of the fluffy stuff to play in by the end of the day. I rode a sled for the first time in at least ten years, we kissed in the snow (pictures to come!), and we actually got to sleep in a bed that wasn’t inflatable. All in all, it was a good visit.

The drive back to St. Louis on Sunday brought a much anticipated stop at Steak ‘n Shake, which is a highlight of any trip to the midwest, a few more hours with Bill Bryson, and the realization that if I’m going to meet my goal of reading 100 books this year, I have some work to do this week.

We got settled in back at home yesterday, with hubby catching up on email and me rocking out to the GLEE soundtracks while testing out the meatloaf recipe from my new cookbook. I’m happy to report that the meatloaf was a smashing success, and I can’t wait to try out more of the recipes. Did I mention there are step-by-step photos to show you exactly what to do as you assemble the meals? I LOVE that. Also, the GLEE soundtracks are delightful, but the song about “You’re Having My Baby” makes me extremely uncomfortable. I mean, really, is that necessary?

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In this, the last week of 2009, I’m hoping to review Homer & Langley and In a Sunburned Country, read The Little Stranger and Half-Broke Horses (both of which I ambitiously packed for my Christmas travel but didn’t get to move from the bottom of the suitcase), somehow write a Best of 2009 post, and gear up for a good friend’s wedding this weekend.  I’m also hoping to catch up on blog reading and pull together my resolutions for 2010 and my thoughts on a new reading philosophy.

How was your holiday? What did you get? What have you been reading?  Did I miss any good gossip? Did your family make you crazy too? Tell me all about it!

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