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.
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.