Got my daughter in the clinic gettin’ cured off the Wild Turkey. And my son bless his soul is preparing for his career.
College?
carnival.
you must be proud.
Last year he was the pixie dust spreader on the tilt a whirl. This year he hope to be guessin’ peoples weight or barkin’ for the Yak lady. You ever seen her Clark? Got these two great big horns on the side of her head. Ugly as sin. But a sweet gal. And a hell of a cook.
I wondered about that also. When I was kid, my family never did any big decorations - just put up some lights in the shrubs and around the gutters - and I always wondered if people with really elaborate displays like in the movie actually did staple the lights to the siding and shingles.
Another thing I always wondered about is why Clark couldn’t just escape from the attic through the hole he made when he fell through the ceiling.
Hah! My whole family was having that same discussion on Christmas Eve. I notice that there’s a scale issue with Rusty’s room too. In one scene there’s about 3 feet between the top bunk and the ceiling, and when Clark falls through, it’s more like 1 foot.
The real great debate though is why on earth would Rusty (or ANYONE) have a Latoya Jackson poster on their ceiling?
It’s also kind of funny watching it now and seeing how big a deal it was that Mr. Shirley didn’t give out Christmas bonuses - as if it was something that was beneath even the stingiest of corporate bean counters.
In the nearly 10 years since I graduated from college I think I’ve only receieved a Christmas bonus once.
The sledding scene is always a favorite at our house, if only because shortly after we installed a playset in our yard I used waxed paper on the slide with unfortunate results.
Watching this movie on Christmas Eve has been a family tradition for quite some time. Cousin Eddie reminds us of a particular family member, so that makes it even funnier.
My Christmas bonus this year (and the year before) was a $50 Visa debit card. During my first year of employment, my bonus was a $50 gift card to Honeybaked Ham.
I keep watching, hoping she’ll lean out of Eddie’s motor home with her Adele bathrobe slightly askew.
I just learned this fun bit of trivia this year. (Maybe I am the last to know.) Randy Quaid, unbeknownst to his castmates, decided to slip a rather large sausage down his pants for the grocery shopping scene. As he is loading dog food into his cart, he reaches down and adjusts the sausage, just as it was trying to weasel down the leg of his skin-tight leisure suit. The scene was already priceless… now even better! I learned this just minutes before the scene came up. Apparently there is another scene in which Beverly & Chevy spot the sausage, and a look of shock comes across their faces. I read that he wears it for the kidnapping/swat team scene, which may be the same one where BD and CC notice it.
So next time you watch Christmas Vacation, you can play “find the sausage!”
While my old ladies would probably get a kick out of it, I showed it at church and probably shouldn’t play such reindeer games. But Myrna would probably get a hoot.
I love old ladies, but in a platonic manner. It’s my family curse. When we were 18 did women who were 17 and older love us? Not until they hit 65, but I could cut a swathe through a rest home, even today.
And why would Rusty have a bunk bed in the first place? He has his own room and no brother…
“…a one year membership in the Jelly of the Month Club.”
“Clark, that’s the gift that keeps on giving the WHOLE year.”
“That it is, Edward. That it is indeed.”
I used to use that last line whenever my roommate made a comment or observation. Example: “Nickelback is the worst band ever.” “That they are, Edward. That they are indeed.”
I was an only child, and I always wanted a bunk bed. (Of course, the model I wanted had a little desk and set of drawers built in underneath.)