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December 17, 2009 - Thursday 






New Christmas-life goes on.


Before giving up on Christmas all together and just buying gift cards for all, I used to actually go down town and go shopping. About mid-October you'd see hints of holiday decor in Macy's. Nothing too blatant. A simple silver garland with matching silver bells. By Halloween Macy's was full blown. Rows of decorated trees, swooping garlands with twinkling lights, cosmatitions in green felt elves shoes.

I knew what my Mom liked. Anything from Crate and Barrel, Pottery Barn, Williams Sonoma or Macy's Basement where they kept all the dishes and kitchen goods. But to me what was more exciting than the stuff were the boxes and packaging and branded bags. The excitement of what was inside. "Oh Macy's!," my mother would squeal when I squeezed through her front door overloaded with bags and sacks with Christmas spilling out everywhere. "Oh Crate and Barrel! Oh who's that for," she winked and smiled knowing damn well it was hers. "Who do you think," I said?

It was close to a five hour trip from the Bay Area to the small town I grew up in, where my Mom lived and my brother and his family still do. The familiars are what make Christmas magic. In Bakersfield during the holidays the air is very crisp, sometimes there is low dense fog, and the air smells like firewood. Every time I drove to Bakersfield my mother felt obligated to complement my rental car, as if it were mine. "Oh honey that's pretty."   I would first pop the trunk and grab up my first load of Christmas presents and usually my Mother somehow knew I was out there and she had the door opened before I rang the bell. I would drop all of my hands full of stuff and give her a giant hug and kiss and take in a whiff of cinnamon candles, always burning during holiday time, especially when she knew I was on my way.

"Oh honey," she'd say," you didn't have to buy all that stuff! Just you is enough." Then I'd head back to the car to get some more and she'd make a big fuss.

When I moved to San francisco 17 years ago I would take the train into Bakersfield. During the holidays I'd have my packages neatly stacked like puzzle pieces in bags so I could get everything on the train. And my mother in her tasteful jacket and perfect hair, stood waiting at the station and I could see her through the train window, rubbing her hands together to stay warm, looking frantically in each window to try and see me. And when we got home she always had a big tree, undecorated, waiting for me to drag out the old box of ornaments from the closet next to the kitchen.

As the years passed and my mom got older, the trees got smaller and smaller. She reminded me that she was the one who had to drag it out to the curb after I went home.

I'm not one who lives in the past but I hate change. I have always been overly sentimental. I guess because change means getting older and eventually losing people, losing wonderful traditions and rituals.

When I was a kid all my relatives from Southern California would drive into Bakersfield and spend Christmas day at our house. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, the whole gang. In the dining room was a nook. And in that nook was a table covered with a plastic table clothe of red and green plaid. That's where the cookies and the fudge and pumpkin bread and zucchini bread and bowls of home made candies went. My grandmother loved sweets. She baked sweets and then she ate them. All the time. Like clock work on Christmas, every year after stuffing her face with sweets for hours she'd say," You can eat sweets all day, but it's never as satisfying as a good home cooked meal." And then she'd throw down dinner.

And the house smelled like coffee.

And the clock ticks on.



Although our traditions changed as my brothers family grew, and those traditions were incorporated into our own, my mother and I, by our selves, used to keep our most precious traditions alive. Just for us. We ventured out into the cold crisp night to grocery shop for our must haves. Our jellied cranberry sauce, our Mrs. Smiths Pumpkin pie, cornbread stuffing and a half turkey breast. I decorated the tree while she cooked our dinner and as much as she hated it, I insisted on watching the TNT marathon of A Christmas Story. She hated that movie, but she taped it for me and had it sitting out near the TV on one of my visits. That was my mom.

The thing is, I had walked downstairs this evening and I opened the front door and looked out to the place where I used to park my rental car. And I wished so hard that it was there, and that this year had all been a dream. I wished I could look into the house and see my momma cooking with the sound of a kid on TV talking about a Red Ryder BB gun and the fragrance of a Christmas tree, a small one.

I just heard the train blowing its horn. Muted in the distance. A soft thumping of wheels on the tracks. My mom used to say," There goes your train."

I miss you my sweet mom.

Love, your son.





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December 8, 2009 - Tuesday 
There once was a place called Myspace.
It was hot but then it fell on it's MyFace.
Facebook came a long and in disgrace,
put Tom Anderson's emo ass in his place.

I only sold two 12 hundred dollar mugs today. damn it.

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November 25, 2009 - Wednesday 



Happy Thanksgiving to all! Have a great time with family and friends. Eat some pie? Okay bee-yatch? Take care. Love ya! Mike









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November 15, 2009 - Sunday 

* Items are now viewable.

Should I make big announcements on Saturday when no one is on line? Ha ha. Stupid me.

I finally opened a damn store. I only have four products, magnets, so far. And they are probably over priced.

There is a small training curve for designing these products, so I'll add new things after I learn.

Things like pink hoodies, cups, mouse pads, etc.

I went with the reputable Zazzle.com to host the store.

One thing that I'm going to set up are customizable items.  I'll design items with a nice background and image and then you ad your own text. You can make them as disgusting as you want.


Here's the store: Bluntcard Zazzle store...click here.


Don't feel obligated to buy anything. Like I said, I only have four things posted. Just wait until you see something you really might like to have.

See? It only took me four years to get this done. I'm a doer.


Mike


If at some point you do buy something, can you send me a picture of it? And let me know if you are happy with the quality?



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November 13, 2009 - Friday 



I like how these turned out, I wanted to share.























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