Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas?

I believe in Santa Claus but there was a time I thought I had grown to old.  He became a dream to me until one Christmas Eve someone stood beside my bed with a beard of white. “So you’re too old for Santa Claus,” he said with a smile.  “Then you’re too old for all the things that make a life worth while, for what is happiness but dreams and do they all come true.  Look at me and tell me son what is real to you.”

Just believe in Santa Claus like you believe in love.  Just believe in Santa Claus and everything he does. Wipe that question from your mind, yes he does exist–just like love you know he’s there waiting to be missed. Just like love I know he’s there, waiting to be me missed.

That was an excerpt from “Year Without a Santa Claus”   I love Christmastime.

I had a good day today. It was the first day of my vacation!!!  I slept in a little, but not too much. I wrapped a ton of presents, and realized I’m really well off in what I have to get done for Christmas.  I wrapped at the Red Cross Booth and Liz stopped by to say hi Mom started baking…I took my family out to dinner with my Christmas bonus and my brother came   Then I helped Mom make a super large batch of cereal bars!  Now let me tell you about the cereal bar conundrum. First off–they’re delicious. They’re a peanutbuttery-chocolate, cruncy mouthful of goodness. So much that my uncle would pick all of them out of the “community” cookie tin on Christmas Eve and everyone (namely my brother and I) would complain that he eats them all–My mom started to make him his very own batch for Christmas…and also for his birthday a month later… But STILL he picks them out of the community tin…. grr!  So tonight my mom was contemplating making a double batch now and possibly making more later… or to triple it now and be done with it. I told her if she couldn’t promise to make them later then she should do it all now, no matter how hard it would be to stir all the yumminess in one pan….I ended up helping her because I was too bah-humbug to work on my gingerbread house… and boy-oh-boy is it tough to stir all that cereal into the melting peanut butter, and then stir in all the chocolate morsels…But it was worth it!! Instead of the 108…it made 180!!!! woohoo!!!

So I have wisely decided that I will not make the entire gingerbread out of scratch…I have bought the kit. I figure it’s like 3 days until it’s got to be done, and I’m not even quite sure what I’m doing yet… I figure it’s a good starting point for years to come. Although I did read one tip online that my instructions have not included. That tip is to decorate all of the pieces before assembling… that way you can ensure straight lines and it’ll be easier to tack on candies because gravity will hold them down onto the walls instead of dragging them down to the ground.

So I’m excited. Christmas Eve is at our house! Thanks only to my aunt and uncle having to work at their store Christmas Eve…So I have to finish decorating too. Also, I bought this silver angel with a saying engraved on it… Which really makes me think of my cousin and I would like to give it to him excepting that it’s really girlie…Therefore I think I might take on the project of making something for him with the saying on it. It’s from Mother Teresa–”I know that God will not give me anything I cannot handle. I just wish he didn’t trust me so much.”

OH!!I also made 4 boxes tonight for my mom to put truffles in for gifts I’m just moving along!

I’m sure I’ll have another post before Christmas, but if not. Merry Christmas to all! and if your offended by that then wish me a Happy Chanukkah, Solstice, or Kwanza… I won’t be offended because I would like to have all those holidays  happy for me too… Until about 13 seconds ago I was always pissed off when people would say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Happy Chanukkah” or what have you… But I realized that while it serves the purpose to not offend a person when you don’t know what holiday they celebrate…It also is bestowing upon the recipient 4 happy holidays in one greeting… I am typically adament about wishing EVERYONE a Merry Christmas…and getting offended that people would say the generic “HH” to me… But they are wishing me 4 happy holidays, not just one merry one… although then you must weigh the difference between 1 merry and 4 happys…. any ideas on the exchange rate for that one?

Anyway, my point is I’m stoked about my vacation, thrilled to have such wonderful friends looking out for me, esteemed to realize just how much my parents care about me (my dad has been hugging me a lot more recently, and he even danced with me this morning in the kitchen), and I’m glad to have atleast some of my typical Christmas spirit. Maybe I should dig out the ol’ Coloring books

Well everyone—Have some happy holidays and merriment all through the season!

Quickie.

So I have amazing friends… I’ve had an incredibly difficult and stressful time this past week (or two :-\ ) and today everything got magically better.  My friends at work put together a treasure hunt for me!  I had these clues that were pretty tricky and they gave me little presents along the way! It was super cool and it made me feel soo loved. I just can’t put into words my gratitude for their effort.  I am blessed.

Bummer.

Such a bad day today. I’d like to say things can’t get much worse; but alas, I know they can–and for that I am thankful. But for this day, FUCK OFF.

YOU MUST OBEY

SoOoOoOo…my 8 ball is mad at me.  Yesterday I did something it told me not to do. I came home and asked if it was mad at me. I replied “it is certain”  I asked if there is something I can do to make it up to my 8 ball, it told me yes… I have not yet figured out what that is.  So just now I thought maybe it’s anger has worn off so I asked again it said “Better not tell you now” I pleaded with it for an answer and it said “YES”

any ideas what will dig me out of this hole?

Sweet Dreams John Walsh and Family

Despite that I choose not to blog about current events because they’re just to damn depressing… everyone needs to bow down to the importance of today’s findings.  Adam Walsh’s killer confessed–it was on his death bed, but nonetheless the truth is out and HOPEFULLY the Walsh family can now sleep a little easier.

Not having been alive when Adam Walsh was murdered, I didn’t know much about the him besides he was the son of the America’s Most Wanted host and that stores had an intercom code named after him… But the poor boy was abducted from a the toy section of a store and decapitated.  The police department “lost” all sorts of evidence that could have led to a solid perpetrator, but instead they could only find suspects…and even when they had Ottis Toole as their top suspect, they had no evidence to convict him.  And Ottis Toole totally played the game of confessing to more crimes than he committed so there was no definative way of telling which crimes he was NOT lying about-ibid Adam Walsh. Yes he was serving 5 consecutive live terms, but is that supposed to make the Walsh family feel like they have some sort of justice? He wasn’t serving anything for murdering their loved one.  There was no real loss for Ottis Toole to truly confess his sins…He wasn’t getting released.  He could have help many families sleep just a little better knowing their loved one’s murderer was infact behind bars, and not going anywhere. But no, cruel and ignorant he let them continue to suffer. Some of them probably are suffering.

But my condolences and celebratory hugs go out to the Walsh family. If only the Hollywood PD had not made those “mistakes.”  How long until a conspiracy book is written? Or perhaps I’m to young to know of one already on the market.

Rest In Peace Adam.

Secret Santa.

The name I drew this year for my family’s Secret Santa shindig was that of my Uncle Brian.  We had fished around with the idea of making gifts this year…Many of the men objected, it was a big fiasco so we decided that who ever wanted to make a gift could do so and others would buy their gifts… Fine whatever.  I wanted to make mine.  I was quite honestly hoping to get a female, I could then make some sort of scrapbooking album or get them supplies to make their own etc… but I got a male.

Now you know those surveys that are going around on Myspace, and just started hitting emails….the ones that ask a bunch of unrelated questions, questions that no one really wants to read the answers too but they do when they delete them to fill in their own? yea those surveys. Well my family has been passing a few around… and on the Christmas one there was a question; “Do you have a navitiy set?”  My uncle’s response was “no, but it would make a very nice gift” (keep in mind I’m paraphrasing I have no real idea what his exact words are). Nonetheless I knew I couldn’t afford to purcahse one so I decided to draw him one.  And this is what it has turned out to be:

Comments, and Constructive Critism welcome.

My next dilema: the dimensions are 11-3/4″ X 8-3/4″  ….Standard frames come in 8X10, 9X11, and 12X18….What do I do?  I can’t afford to get it custom framed… so now what? Help please!!

Wasted Anger.

I like to experiment with my dinner when I’m cooking. This summer I came up with quite a few BBQ and teryaki sauces for my chicken, and I’ve turned my family on to Buffalo meat BIG time… But now, my favorite grocer no longer keeps it in stock. F*Off.

Anyway, one of my most recent experiments went down the drain, and it soo pissed me off that I gave up on it and took my family out to eat…and I still couldn’t bring myself to go near the food after I fixed it and they ate it for dinner the next night… I was PMSing and was seriously MAD at the pork I was attempting to cook. ::SIGH::  But anyways, I was so upset that night that I never blogged about it… I did however take a picture of the aftermath, and while I was uploading pictures I needed for tonights post, I found this one; so now that I can actually speak about this incident, I thought I’d share that picture…

delish.

The Painted Veil

Last night my dad and I were watching The Painted Veil.  I left a little more than half-way through to hang-out with Mom in the stamp room but quickly realized I had no motivation to create anything so I left and blogged… But I had recorded the rest of the movie to watch tonight. Which I watched with both parents after updating Mom on the first portion of the movie…  It was a good movie. There were some great artistic and languistic moments that really drew me in. The story line had some predicatbility, but what movies don’t…It wasn’t completely predictable though, which was good. The ending was surprising (and by ending I don’t mean the last 5 minutes I mean the downfall of the climax, before the resolution in the past 5 minutes) About a 1/2 hr before this point my dad threw a napkin on my lap…so for the next 25 mintues I was wondering what I was going to be crying about… Then at minute 26 I was like no! I will not cry over this foolishness! then at minute 29 there was a tiny emotional switch that threw me over the edge. Tears streamed down my face, my sinuses loosened way up…and alas I was crying.  The resolution came and it gave me time enough to collect my voice so that by the rolling credits I could exclaim “Dad, that was an AWFUL movie” but the tears that had not rolled down my cheeks were stuck in my voice and my facade was gone… But that’s okay, he knew it would make me cry and that’s a good thing. It made me warm and fuzzy inside again, if only for that brief emotional moment.
I love my Dad.

Oi Vey!

Oh and the other thing that isn’t helping is that the most searched item from my blog is Eyes Wide Open, so anytime I scroll down on my dashboard that’s what I see…Not encouraging… so here is my plea to all of you readers search a different tag… here’s three marvelous options that will boost Eyes right out of there…Sleeping with the friend–Black Pepper–Visual Affects–and another for luck Product Placement….search away!

How lame.

It’s official. I love my bed more than just about any other inanimate object in the world. This past week I could have laid in bed forever on any given day. I think it’s a combination of quite a few things. The first is that the sun doesn’t shine in my room to wake me up anymore. The second is that I started engulfing myself in my two pillows making a very comfy sleeping spot in which I am getting pseudo spooned (insert sad face here). Depression could fall in third. If there is a fourth, it would have to be lack of motivation to go to work (maybe that should be first). Fifth could potentially be me cutting back on my “Snooze” time–by which I mean I used to hit the snooze button about 5 times giving me a half hour of semi-consciousness…now i set my alarm to go off 15 minutes later thus I hit the snooze button 2 or 3 times and only have about 15 minutes of semi-conscious delirium.

But alas life must go on so I get up and get my ass to work. Sadly enough.

Okay pardon the interruption but something keeps happening that is just utterly pissing me off–to give you the full story I need to introduce Mr. Snuggles. Mr. Snuggles is my oil-filled space heater. I love him dearly (though not as much as my pseudo spooning bed.) In order for Mr. Snuggles to work properly my door must remain closed. Simple right? Not when you’ve got a baby for a dog. He MUST and I mean MUST open a door if it’s closed. Just to check and see if you are there. He just blows right into the door and it swings open, he looks at you for a brief second or two, then turns around and runs down the hallway to get into other mischief. Meanwhile that sudden burst of the door suctions all heat out of my room and then he obviously doesn’t have the courtesy to close the door when he’s done checking up on me so the heat doesn’t rebuild…. Sometimes he just plain pisses me off. Though I’m in a mood tonight where that is generally easy—well that seems to be my mood this week. Only 2 more days.

If ever I’ve needed someone to relieve my stress, I would like them to enter now. (stage left preferably, that’s my lucky side)

Well before I blab on about stupid depressing What ifs and Whens….I’m going to bed. And shitty me still hasn’t changed out of my work clothes so I still have to muster up some form of energy to get out of bed and change.