i can’t fathom christmas. there is too much going on at one time to really get it all. i can’t understand that christmas is this tuesday. i just found out that this year (as we party with my mom’s side) my family will be celebrating christmas two days later at a mexican restaurant. my great grandfather and great grandmother owned a restaraunt (apparently she made the best pies ever made!) and that building is now a mexican restaurant. that is…
i do quite miss my finger. i can’t really type very well, so i will not be writing a very lengthy post. writing is my outlet, and “missing” a finger really hinders that endeavor. even using a pen or fork is weird. it’s interesting being injured for a day or two- crazy stories to tell, some thing creepy to constantly evaluate, etc. i’ve grown weary of it though. it’s making every day living more difficult and i don’t rather like…
i have sorely, sorely missed table time. i didn’t realize the extent of how MUCH i missed table time until i experienced table time again in the flesh tonight. it has been too, too long. i love you table time.
“It’s not who you knew, or what you did….it’s how you lived.” i just want to be the best version of me i can possibly be.
i can’t escape the arachnoids. i knew they were stalking me, and i was right. i woke up in the night the other night with a pain in my thigh. i thought, “oh brother. another bruise from work.” this happends all the time. i rolled onto my other side and moved on with my sleep. the next morning as i was preparing for my day, something on my thigh caught my eye. i leaned in closer to examine and what…
for as long as i can remember, we’ve been best friends. i’m not sure when my mom turned into my friend…but it happened. we became more then mother-daughter. mom and i talk about every thing under the sun. she knows me, and understands me more then any one else in this entire universe. our bond is so strong, and we know each other so well that we can almost never keep secrets from each other. today i got a package….
i saw my first starbucks christmas commercial tonight. i know i am supposed to be ultra loyal, and i totally am…but i have to admit, the commercial was a bit lame. a girl hugs a bear…”peppermint white mocha” (which happends to be an excellent beverage) comes up…they remind us to “pass the cheer” and then it’s done. hhhmm…for all the money they spent doing that, i honestly expected just a bit more then that…
i walked in the door the other night to find the tv shoved into the middle of the room. swz was shoved in the corner, tanlged up in all kinds of cords. the sounds of angry comments, accompanied by angry growls filled the air. “what’cha doin’ back there?” i asked. “i’m so done with only 4 stations. all i want to do is watch a freaking football game on 45.” a few minutes later i hear her on the phone…
there was a farmer who had a dog, and bingo was his name-o. pretty sure i played bingo tonight. like the real deal bingo. it really exists. i am now the proud new owner of a dabbin’ fever dotter. i totally played B-I-N-G-O tonight.
i have this enormous craving for pumpkin pie. no joke. i was grocery shopping tonight…only had to get 2 things. i left with two bags full! anyway, i was totally smacked in the face every aisle my cart turned down with thanksgiving. i could’t help it! this craving for pumpkin pie just engulfed me. i was over in the bakery section and i saw the pp on sale! but i didn’t want, and certainly didn’t need an entire pp! i…
