I give up.
I am not going to be able to do Holidailies. I am not going to see any movies this month, I am not going to do anything remotely fun that I want to do.
Category: my happy life
dear Santa, 2003
Dear Santa,
Usually I write my letter to you earlier in the month but I appear to be in more denial than usual about Christmas this year. I am very sorry. I know Christmas is your big day, and I should be all excited about it, but I would like to hide under the bed until it goes away.
clearing my space
I am cleaning things out in order to make room for another person’s stuff in the house. I admit to having packrat tendencies, although once in awhile I will clear out huge amounts of stuff.
It was easy enough to weed out a bunch of clothes for Goodwill, but then I started cracking open boxes in my closets and things got a lot more difficult.
Muppets get into everything
We are taking a break from watching The Muppet Movie, which The Beau has never seen before, because he needs to get some work done on deadline. We’ll finish watching it later tonight or tomorrow night. We stopped at a very good point: when the Swedish chef screwed up the film and it melted onto the projector bulb. Excellent timing.
I felt I deserved a short, relaxing break because I had just done something very difficult, which I knew would be difficult, and had been worrying about all day if not all weekend: I called my mom and told her that my boyfriend and I were going to live together, that he was moving into the house this month.
pink and sparkly holiday
Last year I finally caved in and bought a Christmas tree … the day after Christmas when it was on clearance. It was one of those Pink and Sparkly Barbie Holiday Trees, which seemed like the right size and temperament for me and my house.
I assembled the tree last night and my boyfriend helped me decorate it. It is very sparkly, especially when you add blinky lights. They aren’t as blinky as some people might like them, because the super-fast blinkiness promised to be a migraine trigger. However, a nice slow blink, reminiscent of the old HTML blinky tag that I am not going to resurrect here, produced a very pleasing effect.
the schmoop is back in town
My boyfriend was visiting out-of-town relatives for a week. Last night I picked him up at the airport.
Now that he’s back, I can no longer do the following things, at least not without comment, ridicule, and possibly censure:
wimpy lil fraidy-cat
I get really annoyed when I can’t do something by myself. I don’t mean that I insist on doing every single thing alone and without assistance. That would be silly.
But, for example, when the air in my tire was perilously low yesterday, I started flipping out because one of the things I have never been able to do is change a tire.