One of my friends told me I should update my blog more often (you know who you are!). He's right. It's just that...I come up with what I think would be a really good topic to blog about, but then I manage to talk myself out of doing it. Questions pop up in my head: "Will I read this later and wish I hadn't posted it?" "Does anybody really care what I think about this topic?" "Does anybody really read this blog?" You see my conundrum...
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm a very boring, paranoid person with somewhat questionable thoughts going on in my head. Hmmm, I'm more complicated than I thought...
So here's to a rather late New Year's resolution, at least one post per day.
You guys won't really hold me to that, right? Guys? I told you nobody reads it.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Christmas Blues
Christmas is only two weeks away. I don’t get that all-encompasing feeling like I used to when I was growing up. I spend every Christmas now trying to figure out why that is. Is it because everyone has so many places to go to? Is it because I have to find the gifts (I’m a terrible gift giver. I never know what to get.)? Or is it simply because I’m not a child anymore?
These days I work all around the holidays and Jerry has the store open, just like any other day. No matter how early I start, it always seems like I’m trying to find that one last gift. It’s very rarely that I don’t know what I’m getting (which is a mixed blessing. I do get stuff I want that way.)
When my brother and I were younger, Christmas Eve meant fighting, laughing, running, arguing, etc, etc at my mom’s parents’ house with my many, many cousins. There was tons of wonderful food and the older cousins figured out that if we did the dishes we’d get to open our presents faster.
Christmas morning happened the same way every year. My brother would get up at a crazy hour to see what Santa had left under the tree, then he’d run to me (whether I was on the couch because I was sick, yet again, or in my bed) and ask if I wanted to know what Santa had brought me. I believe I always said no, but that could just be the way I want to remember it. Eventually he would make enough noise that my parents would give up and get out of bed. We’d open our gifts from them and then my mom would start cooking for my dad’s side of the family, which we would have at our house, my uncle’s or my grandparents’.
When we were a little older, we gained two more Christmas’ to go to. They weren’t the rambunctious gatherings we were used to, but still highly amusing. I will never forget one certain trip to my step-dad’s family gathering when my sister was just starting to talk (you’d never believe my brother and I would urge her to say things she shouldn’t, would you?).
The week between Christmas and New Year’s was the best of the year. We didn’t have to go to school and we could play with our toys. We usually had an extended bedtime and our only responsibility was to feed the sheep.
Maybe this year I’ll try to loosen up, not worry about every little thing. Who knows what might happen?
These days I work all around the holidays and Jerry has the store open, just like any other day. No matter how early I start, it always seems like I’m trying to find that one last gift. It’s very rarely that I don’t know what I’m getting (which is a mixed blessing. I do get stuff I want that way.)
When my brother and I were younger, Christmas Eve meant fighting, laughing, running, arguing, etc, etc at my mom’s parents’ house with my many, many cousins. There was tons of wonderful food and the older cousins figured out that if we did the dishes we’d get to open our presents faster.
Christmas morning happened the same way every year. My brother would get up at a crazy hour to see what Santa had left under the tree, then he’d run to me (whether I was on the couch because I was sick, yet again, or in my bed) and ask if I wanted to know what Santa had brought me. I believe I always said no, but that could just be the way I want to remember it. Eventually he would make enough noise that my parents would give up and get out of bed. We’d open our gifts from them and then my mom would start cooking for my dad’s side of the family, which we would have at our house, my uncle’s or my grandparents’.
When we were a little older, we gained two more Christmas’ to go to. They weren’t the rambunctious gatherings we were used to, but still highly amusing. I will never forget one certain trip to my step-dad’s family gathering when my sister was just starting to talk (you’d never believe my brother and I would urge her to say things she shouldn’t, would you?).
The week between Christmas and New Year’s was the best of the year. We didn’t have to go to school and we could play with our toys. We usually had an extended bedtime and our only responsibility was to feed the sheep.
Maybe this year I’ll try to loosen up, not worry about every little thing. Who knows what might happen?
17 Fabulous Prequels To Broadway Musicals
17 Fabulous Prequels To Broadway Musicals
from Woot.com
from Woot.com
- Kate, We Haven’t Been Introduced
- Bar Mitzvah of La Mancha
- Sand And Primer Your Wagon
- A Chorus Dot
- Fiddler Borrows A Ladder
- Little Business Plan of Horrors
- A Star’s Mom Allows A Handsome Stranger To Buy Her A Drink
- Indian Territory!
- The Guy Who Is A Little Intense But Keeps To Himself And Isn’t Really Bothering Anyone Of The Opera
- Annie There’s A Waiting Period
- Kittens
- Brand New Acquaintance Joey
- Handshake Of The Spider Woman
- Jesus Christ Waiter
- Starlight Right-of-Way Allocation And Environmental Impact Study
- Vocal Warm-ups On A Cloudy Day
- West Side Backstory
Adopted (or Mean Things I Said to my Brother)
more animals
I teased Levi unmercifully when we were growing up. I would tell him he was adopted. He’d say “No, I’m not”, and I’d ask him if he had a mustache like Dad. He’d answer no and I’d say “So, you’re adopted.” I really think I’m lucky nothing happened to me in my sleep….
Donna Brazile
A clip from Donna Brazile closing “If I Were Running This Campaign,”, a panel hosted by Jeffrey Toobin of the New Yorker. The article accompanying the clip gives more details. It’s definitely worth watching. My favorite part of the whole thing: “…and might I add, being a female does not make me dumb!”
Inspirational
I enjoy watching Donna when she is on CNN, but if possible, I like her more now. She’s usually so even-keeled. It’s great to see her passion and speaking her mind.
Inspirational
I enjoy watching Donna when she is on CNN, but if possible, I like her more now. She’s usually so even-keeled. It’s great to see her passion and speaking her mind.
Muntjac Fawn
I dare you not to “aaawww” out loud. I sure did. There are more pics with the story found here. (His name is Rupert)
Dad and I saw these Ankole-Watusi cattle at the Tulsa State Fair this weekend. Yes, those horns are as big as they look. From what I can tell, the ones with the horizontal horns are just a certain trait, like black wool in sheep.
International Talk Like a Pirate Day
Arrrrr, it’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day, so grab yer eye patch and sword and talk like a pirate, ye landlubbers!
Newsvine: Teacher OK after crashing into bear on a bicycle
http://www.newsvine.com/_news/2008/09/10/1850868-teacher-ok-after-crashing-into-bear-on-a-bicycle
Just another reason to wear your helmet while bicycling. You never know when you’re going to have a bear roll over your head.
Just another reason to wear your helmet while bicycling. You never know when you’re going to have a bear roll over your head.
Kidtropolis Magic Tree House
http://kidtropolis.wordpress.com/2008/08/22/the-magic-tree-house-almost-finished/
Where was this stuff when I was a kid? Not that it would have fit in our trailer house anyway….and it would have been a little cramped for my brother and I to share the tree house….but I say again; where was this when I was a kid?
Where was this stuff when I was a kid? Not that it would have fit in our trailer house anyway….and it would have been a little cramped for my brother and I to share the tree house….but I say again; where was this when I was a kid?
Kinoki Foot Pads
These commercials crack me up.
http://consumerist.com/5038757/gee-whiz-it-turns-out-that-kinoki-foot-pads-are-a-scam
Some people will still believe they work though….
http://consumerist.com/5038757/gee-whiz-it-turns-out-that-kinoki-foot-pads-are-a-scam
Some people will still believe they work though….
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