At my 21st birthday party my Dad said to me, “That’s it now son, the years are going to fly by.” He wasn’t bloody wrong. That was just shy of 19 years ago now and a lot has happened since then. Like most people there’s been some amazing highs and some dismal lows but all in all it’s been quite a trip. I think life goes faster as you get older because there’s so much more going on.
My childhood looked like this…
Climb trees, play with toys, eat, go to school, get into mischief…
So not a whole lot going on.
My adult life is like this…
Run my own business, run the kids around, guide/love/help/spend time with the kids, be a good husband, fix things around the house, household chores, be social with friends, pay bills, play drums in a band, maintain my truck and tools, be an agony aunt for friends and family, stay fit and healthy, keep up to date with fellow blogger, write my own blogs, hobby stuff… Oh and get into mischief.
If you have a dull, quiet life I think time drags but if you live life in the fast lane then strap in. It flies by.
So Christmas 2018 is nearly here and I bloody love it but Christmas 2017 was only a few months back surely?
I think a lot of you may have picked up on the fact that I’m a big kid so Christmas time is still just as exciting to me now as it was when I’d lay awake on Christmas Eve trying to listen out for Santa. The only difference is that now I enjoy giving presents more than receiving them. I always thought that was crazy when I was a kid haha but now I get it.
My wife does most of the Christmas shopping but it’s tradition for me to head out into the crowds of “in the way people” who always seem to have their mouths wide open while they stare at shops and choose some bits and bobs for everyone. We say that these gifts are from “Santa”. Usually I can’t stand crowds and shopping centres but one day a year I actually quite enjoy the hustle and bustle. I like how everyone is in a good mood. I find myself behaving like James Stewart at the end of “Its a wonderful life” saying Merry Christmas to everyone.
Today was the day for me to do my annual shop and I had fun. I’m very much and in and out kinda guy so I usually formulate a plan of what I want to get each person beforehand. Today was a little different though and I went freestyle.
Pretty much every year I get my wife a piece of clothing and pretty much every year there’s an awkward moment with the female shop assistant who asks if my wife is about their size. “Err no she’s smaller actually”. From that point forward the mood changes and they are not as smiley with me haha. This happened today again. Sighhhhh…
Another awkward moment arose when I chose some perfume for my 11 year old daughter. The sales girl sprayed it on her neck and asked me to smell it. Whhaaaaat? I sort of did an awkward lean in and smelt it from afar and just said “yeah that’ll do cheers”. Haha.
Generally all went well until I was in a toy shop and knocked over a stand of transformer toys with my shopping bags haha. I just coolly said “who put that there?” and then melted back into the crowd. I just wish I could have dropped a smoke grenade instead. That would have been ace.
As far as presents for myself I never ask or want for anything really. I don’t know why? I get presents of course but I guess I’d prefer to just go and choose some hobby gear myself. I’m not into “stuff” for the sake of it. Does that make sense? I’ve met people, many people, who just buy, buy and buy all sorts of stuff and I don’t see the point. As I get older the minimalistic approach to consumption is becoming more and more appealing. For instance I’ll be cleaning out my wardrobe later today because I just want a few black T-shirt’s, a few white, maybe a couple of Star Wars ones and that’s it. Same with pants and shirts. Why do I need so many when I only wear a third of them? I want to start applying that theory to a lot of things in life. NOT THE HOBBY THOUGH hahahaha.
I reckon I might put one more medieval post up before Christmas but in case I don’t I’ll wish you all a very happy Christmas and a wonderful new year.
I hope Santa unloads his sack allllllllll over you.
Remember, What’s the difference between Tiger Woods and Santa?
Santa stopped at three hos.
Ho ho ho