Bah Humbug continued....

The ole Christmas spirit took a bit more of a hit this morning when the hubby commented that he was thinking of going over to his mother's house on Christmas. Now...I don't have anything against him visiting his mother......BUT.....we already HAD Christmas with her. HIS family is the one that decided we would meet a couple of weeks before Christmas. So.....why does there have to be a "round two?"

Why...even more so....does he continue to think that I "might" want to go with him???? I just don't get it. He was slipping in the "we" word. Wouldn't you think that at some point - he would realize --- that continuing to do this is causing problems? Wouldn't it be easier to just say, "Honey, I understand you two don't get along - so don't worry about going with me - I just want you to be happy."

Okay, so I'm dreaming. Anyway, somewhere around 11 am this morning my stomach went into a giant knot and my concentration left and I've been feeling a 'fight or flight' feeling all day ever since. What little Christmas spirit I had...at the moment...has vanished. I don't even want to finish putting up the decorations and at the moment there is still a Christmas tree sitting in the living room with no decorations and only lights. I'm not very inspired to work on it. I just want to go off somewhere and have a good cry....maybe until it's January 2nd and all this is over.

Ho Ho Ho...or Bah Humbug....

I'm finding it hard to believe it is almost Christmas. The time has just flown since Halloween and now hear we are...

Unfortunately, instead of being ready for it - I'm more behind than ever. Not sure how this happened - I had good intentions, but instead of starting early (for me anyway) I've let it all roll-over to this week.

The tree - which has finally made it inside after spending a few days strapped to the top of my car - is now indoors, but remains undecorated. I had planned to at least get some lights on it last night, but by the time we got home - it was just too late and I didn't have the energy to fool with it.

Meanwhile....I've gotten two Christmas cards written. (I hope to get those finished today) I also have gifts to buy, a menu to plan and some house cleaning needs to happen, as well as a couple of loads of laundry.

Needless to say....you probably won't hear much from me over the next few days and maybe not until January. I was going to take a "hiatus" from the blog-thing, but then I think of some things I want to say and I like the option of being able to post if time will allow.

If I don't get to post - I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and great New Year's eve and if I do get to post - well, bare with me - since I will probably have a couple of "Bah Humbug" moments before it's through!

Until then....

Ho Ho Ho....

Youth Is Wasted On the Young

There is a girl (young woman) that is on a forum I frequent. Every time I read one of her posts I have to restrain my fingers from taking over the keyboard and setting her straight. After my fiasco with LA (the friend who has the thing for married men) - I decided I wasn't going to waste energy trying to help a person who obviously has some mistakes they need to make to learn and grow. Plus this person is at the age where she knows "everything" and you honestly can't tell her anything.

The first time I encountered one of her posts (threads) she was thinking of moving to another state. She was determined she would pick an area that had a high crime rate because the housing was so cheap there. (Duh!) I actually tried to gently disuade her from this idea, but she has a big case of the "yeah, buts..." and I finally just stopped reading her thread. ("Yeah buts" is a syndrome where a person dismisses your concerns with a "I understand, yeah...BUT...." and then has some ridiculous arguement as to why you don't know what you are talking about.

After a week or more of people trying to talk her out of this (and some supporting her....) the conversation died and topics moved on to something else.

THEN....she returns again....but this time she is off to teach in a foreign country. She picks three countries that have political problems right now....(there's a surprise) and everyone starts warning her about this, but.....well....you get the picture.

Today, the girl is thinking of lightening her hair and changing the color of her eyes with contacts so she will be better accepted. I held my hands away from the keyboard to keep myself from telling her that until she gets rid of the face piercings and stops posting drunken pictures of herself and her friends on the Internet.....I don't think anyone is going to take her seriously. NOT in the countries she wants to move to. In fact....the face piercings would probably get her arrested. Yes....one of the countries is THAT strict about what people can and can't do.

Anyway, she is blissfully unaware of the realities of life and I guess at her age that is okay....BUT...I think I will stop reading the posts that she starts. My fingers can't stand being restrained and I am about to have to sit on them to stop them from typing! :-O

Sex and the country?

I finally got to watch part of the first Sex and the City movie tonight. As I mentioned a couple of years ago, I was suppose to be seeing it with a friend of mine, but she blew me off and saw it with another friend...who I have decided....she deemed to be more hip and cooler than I am.

I had to ask myself if Carrie would have blown one of her three friends off to go off with another gal pal and decided the answer was an unequivocal NO. In other words.....I probably really need to sit down one day and reevaluate my friendships with some of these people.

Anyway, every time I was SATC and Carrie does her narrative, I start feeling that I should write that way, or rather....I WANT to write that way. The problem is, while her life is interesting and filled with the drama of Mr. Big and her apartment, shoes and her career. My life revolves around being married, living in a rural country area....and I can't even tell you the last time I had lunch with more than one woman at a time.

Yep, my life is devoid of the wonderful friendships that Carrie had...instead...as mentioned....I am cancelled on for seeing movies and if I disappeared....well, I'm not sure anyone would even realize I was missing.

Still, I am rather enchanted with the Carrie persona. She is, after all, a FREELANCE writer. I watch the show and suddenly I want to move to New York and buy Manolo Blahnik shoes and Louis Vutton handbags. The kicker is, my day-to-day wardrobe is typically a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. And yet....somehow....Carrie still makes us believe....even after all these years....