Christmas list

I figure, this is my journal, I can be selfish.

Let's just jump right in, shall we.
I'ld like music mostly. Lots of it.

Green Day latest
Snow Patrol
Modest Mouse latest
The Streets latest
Caedmon's Call (anything but LongLineofLeavers)
Train latest
Coldplay latest
Bare Naked Ladies latest holiday album

Other than that, i'm good. I want for nothing. But if anyone feels the need to get me something, please just donate a toy to toys for tots or pick up a gift for someone less fortunate. I really am blessed. And my husband already got me my gift ;)

Of course, a girl can always use more wooly socks.

back to school

me: my winter 3 week class got cancelled so now i have to figure out a class to substitute it with...grrr..

mel: see if finger painting is available.

me: finger painting is actually one of my PCC classes that's tranferring.
i'm looking into Coloring in the Lines 101.

mel: I'm considering going back to school for shoe-tying.

me: that class was cake. even you could ace it.

2 more days

until i can rent a movie. finish the laundry. print out all my vacation photos. get a Christmas tree. finish up my Christmas list. bake homemade cookies. sleep in. rest. read a book. take a trip. go grocery shopping. clean my fridge. clean my bathroom. get a new watch battery.

in 2 days, the semester is over. and i can go back to being adult me, until next semester of course.

i should have never been a drop-out.

Santa's on a diet.

Lastnight, on the way to school, I noticed a rather slender man running in shorts, a t-shirt, and a Santa Hat. It was snowing. He must have been cold. Festive, but cold.

Now that's Holiday dedication.

Scratch that.

Husband just called. Another business trip. Fine. But now I have to reschedule carpet install and dentist appointments. And this wouldn’t be a huge deal, if these exact appointments weren’t already rescheduled. Twice. Sometimes it feels like I get stuck taking charge of everything remotely related to our lives, making phone calls, picking up dry cleaning, scheduling and rescheduling things that need to be done, etc. (and yes I do realize I should just be happy that I even have the capacity to be able to do all these things)

On a happy note, my pulled muscle is in great shape today and I’ll be able to get to the treadmill tonight and yoga class tomorrow. Maybe I’ll start out at a little slower pace this time.

Happiness is chocolate.

A random thought for you: Music is soothing. Even if the beat isn’t. It’s strange. Everything is better with music in the background. Shopping. Driving. Working. Wrapping presents. Baking. Painting the basement, etc.

So anyway, I’ve been happy lately. Maybe it’s Christmas, maybe it’s the balance in my checkbook, maybe it’s my support system of friends, maybe it’s that I’ve put a stop to worrying. It could also be the excessive amounts of hot cocoa. Whatever the reason, I hope this feeling sticks around.

Merry

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Christmas.

Rain

So listening to the radio this morning, I have the insight on today's weather. Rain. Lots of it. Mostly in the afternoon. I think, 'this is bloody fantastic. Now i can use my new umbrella I won at the Christmas party I was forced to attend a few weeks back.' (Well not really, I actually won a Galileo thermometer thing but I think those are cheasy so I traded it for what I really needed, which was an umbrella). The party was really lame, they didn't even have an open bar. So I stroll in with my golf sized tent of an umbrella that, mind you, always tends to pop open on it's own at the most inopportune times, like when i'm passing through the turnstiles, shaking somebody's hand or trying to order a Big Mac. I did, however, forget to grab mr. mammoth on the way out for lunch. So of course, it started to rain just around the time I was getting back to the parking lot. Being oh so intelligent, I wrapped my scarf around my head and ventured out of the car. As I reached the sidewalk, a pleasantly round man offered me his extra umbrella. Because for some reason, he was doubly prepared. I refused politely because, to be quite honest, scarf head will teach me to forget my bloody umbrella again.

You can breed apples.

I’m really bad at remembering names.

I work well with others. If I like them.

Even though everyone says I’m small, I don’t really feel small. And not in an anorexic 'I’m so fat' kind of way. In an 'I can really conquer the world' kind of way.

Gas is expensive. It took 26 dollars to fill up my Hyundai Elantra. That’s just wrong.

More and more people are having babies. More and more people are wondering why I’m not.

If I could wrap self-esteem and give it away, I wouldn't have to send Christmas cards.

My hands are veiny. My feet are worse. With such great circulation, you’ld think I would never get cold.