Thursday, December 31, 2009
New Year's Self Hatred
I'm at work. I could be leaving work in 44 minutes. 43. But I'm not. I made poor choices at work. Choices that involve me and the rest of the staff to remain here. Open. til 5. Dealing with crazy people that risked life and limb to get themselves out of the house. Boss lady even said we could leave, but I said no. I don't know why. I had a big fat momentary lapse in judgement. I will be here. Instead of driving to Long Island for New Year's Eve party with super cute boots (thanks mom!). Super cute boots that are probably sitting under the pile of snow that just fell in Connecticut. NEWSFLASH: Carl just brought me Five Guys and I feel much better. But it does ruin my 'not-going-to-eat-lunch-because-I-suck-at-life' self prescribed punishment for making everyone stay.
via Bryan Nelson
So Happy New Year to you and yours.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Snow Day!
Will, on his way to the bathroom in amazing dinosaur pjs, I say "Hi."
"Hi" I get back.
"Have you looked outside?" I say.
"Ya. It's light out."
"No, look" I open my curtain.
"OHHH!!!"
I get dressed for work and shovel the driveway with my brother.
I make breakfast as the teacher, on her snow day, sits and watches cartoons with Will, also on his snow day.
As I put on my jacket to head out, I get a call from the carpenter from my work.
"Don't kill yourself to get in."
"Oh, OK."
"This morning is a great day to make me cookies though."
And it was.
Can't beat coconut chocolate chip with way too much butter.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
The Best Kind of Hooker
Photo courtesy of the Hartford Courant
Friday, December 4, 2009
Learning Christmas
So I've been told that my bliggity blog has been lacking content lately, thus the refusal for a certain person to 'follow' me, even though he reads every post. So here goes: there's nothing like forcing words.
Gearing up for the holidays this year is interesting; its an unfamiliar and semi-uncomfortable feeling. I've slowly moved the boxes of Christmas items from my parents house to the white house at the top of Stanley Street and quietly stored then in the once spacious attic. I almost don't want to unpack them though. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. I would gear up all year for it. I would force it on Tiny Tims and Scrooges alike. I would purchase a perfectly manicured 10 foot tree, that I would have sold my soul for, the day after Thanksgiving by any means necessary. I would hang hundreds of lights throughout my apartment while my cats watched me from their perches. I would brave hives as the result of Blue Spruce needle pricks after adorning said tree with hundreds of ornaments. I would preset my radio stations and dig out the Christmas CDs. I would watch all the holiday TV movies and then watch my DVDs of them again. It was my time. It felt amazing.
This year is different though. I turn on the radio in the car and sing along to Bing and Ms. Cole and something is different. I still know all the words and it brings a smile to my face, but the pure joy just isn't there. Instead there is an emptiness. I have amazing friends and family, with amazing traditions that I ironically always institute, but I had created traditions and memeories with someone for so long, and now I have no one to celebrate those with. Even typing it seems silly. I am incredibly lucky and have a whole life ahead of me, but I can't help but feel that this holiday will be tainted. I have to learn how to fill those spaces with new memories and new traditions and new love for friends, old and new, and to make myself happy again. So here's to learning about what Christmas is all about...all over again.
And here's some etsy love, because that was just depressing.
(I sent these out last year-TOO FUNNY!)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Newest postcard for The Benevolent Postcard Society....it sort of looks like Christmas threw up on it....This ones headed to New York.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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