Untitled because I can

This week is drawing to a close and oh my GOD can you believe it’s December? That is just crazy. Really, insane.
I mean December is for Christmas and holidays and Hanukah and Kwanzaa.

Max asked me one year if we could celebrate Kwanzaa. However I wasn’t really sure what all that entailed so I told him we could have a menorah and that seemed to appease him.

I generally despise Christmas.

I love giving gifts, it’s one of my favorite things in the world. I just don’t like giving gifts on a strained budget. I want to buy everyone the iPads and iPhones and xboxes they want and I want to watch their faces light up because they got a kickass present from someone who loves them. Me.

I just can’t do that yet. Maybe one day.

Oh, and there’s some exciting happenings with school stuff, maybe I’ll be able to fill you in soon. Yeee!

I am out of sorts with the weather. I love the cooler, but it’s moving a little too quickly into bitter ass cold. And that’s not cool.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Lucy has a permanent marker.

The Reality Is, It’s Not

Reality TV.

Guilty pleasure, total waste, whatever.

Why do we all wet ourselves over the weirdness of famous people? Sometimes not even famous people.

I totally do it too. I watched American Idol faithfully for more years than I care to admit. The Real World Seattle is, to this day, one of my favorite shows.

It’s not just TV, either. When we drive out in the sticks I find myself rubbernecking everything. At night especially – I love getting a glimpse into people’s houses, their nighttime life lit and framed in the windows.

Why is that? Why do I even care?

Care is a strong word, though. I know that I have no business looking like I do. My drive by nosiness isn’t invited, the reality tv is. Those people invite cameras in and the normal people I like to spy on have no clue.

I guess the moral of the story is, close your shades.