I've had the best Christmas and New Year's I can remember having in years.
I spent the last day of the year seeing my WHOLE family...mom, dad, Rick, Molly, Alix, Cade & Memphis. All that was missing was Austin.
I spent the last night of the year with Stewart and new friends that 2011 brought into my life.
The only bad part was having to say good-bye at the end of the night, since he flies back to El Paso tomorrow. I hate that part...but I know that we will figure out some way to see each other again soon. It's luckily been working out that way so far.
This year is going to bring many positive things...I am looking forward to it.
Happy New Year's to everyone and may 2012 bring you much happiness and many blessings.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
I got a migraine so bad last night that it woke me up. That sucked. I have been fighting it off all day too...I just keep medicating myself and as soon as I feel the meds start to wear off, I take some more. I am not at all thrilled with this new development in my life. Where are these migraines suddenly coming from? They can kindly go back to wherever they came from immediately.
That being said, I worked 12 hours today and amazingly the kids were pretty much angels. We went to see the decorations at the Disney hotels, rode the monorail, went to the arcade, had some lunch, walked around downtown Disney and finally saw Arthur Christmas...which was adorable (except for when I fell asleep, which clearly I can't comment on, lol).
The highlight of today was either when I asked the kids what their favorite part of the day was and Dylan's repsonse was "I like your arm." He was serious too, because he was super clingy and hanging on me all day long...or where Jess yelled, "Dylan just touched the mannequin's private parts!"
So, it was a good day in spite of my headache...and now I am home and counting down the hours until I get out of here. I just want to be with my family and my boyfriend.
That being said, I worked 12 hours today and amazingly the kids were pretty much angels. We went to see the decorations at the Disney hotels, rode the monorail, went to the arcade, had some lunch, walked around downtown Disney and finally saw Arthur Christmas...which was adorable (except for when I fell asleep, which clearly I can't comment on, lol).
The highlight of today was either when I asked the kids what their favorite part of the day was and Dylan's repsonse was "I like your arm." He was serious too, because he was super clingy and hanging on me all day long...or where Jess yelled, "Dylan just touched the mannequin's private parts!"
So, it was a good day in spite of my headache...and now I am home and counting down the hours until I get out of here. I just want to be with my family and my boyfriend.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
It's working!!
So, after last night's holiday epiphany, I gave the expectations up and put it in the hands of God, Santa, and the ABC Family Channel...because these are the holiday trinity.
I woke up this morning and decided that I was in the mood to find a festive holiday outfit. I went shopping and found not one, not two, not even three...but FOUR, yes FOUR outfits that I loved...that looked awesome...and that all together fell well within what I had budgeted for ONE outfit. Oh yes, and they were in the second store I went into. That was exciting.
Then I went to Walgreen's and found the most excellent gag gift for Ryan.
Now, I am working on one last Christmas surprise...if I can pull it off, I will feel redeemed...and if I can't, I tried, and I am going to be happy that I did.
Tonight, I am going to go to Hollywood Studios-myself- and walk amongst the lights and decorations and immerse myself in the season, with a smile on my face and joy in my heart. And if I sound like a cliche, so be it. This is how I feel today :)
I woke up this morning and decided that I was in the mood to find a festive holiday outfit. I went shopping and found not one, not two, not even three...but FOUR, yes FOUR outfits that I loved...that looked awesome...and that all together fell well within what I had budgeted for ONE outfit. Oh yes, and they were in the second store I went into. That was exciting.
Then I went to Walgreen's and found the most excellent gag gift for Ryan.
Now, I am working on one last Christmas surprise...if I can pull it off, I will feel redeemed...and if I can't, I tried, and I am going to be happy that I did.
Tonight, I am going to go to Hollywood Studios-myself- and walk amongst the lights and decorations and immerse myself in the season, with a smile on my face and joy in my heart. And if I sound like a cliche, so be it. This is how I feel today :)
Friday, December 16, 2011
So this is Christmas...
I spent the evening at the Christmas show that Jamie wrote...which by the way, was fantastic...and I am not just saying that because I dearly love Jamie. I am saying it because I really, really enjoyed myself, and damn it...like the ghosts of Christmases past, present, and future were right there with me, I learned something.
Watching the 1000 or so people file in, all dressed in sparkly Christmas outfits and listening to a couple hours worth of carols, and I found myself wondering again, "What the fuck, Whitney? Ho ho ho...how come you aren't hanging stockings by the chimney with care and all that?"
And, really, why? I mean, I am definitely in a way better mood than I was a week or so ago. Things are coming together as much as they can at the moment. So how come I'm not feeling more holiday spirit?
First, I thought that maybe it's because it's so amazingly just HOT outside. I mean, yes, I know this is Florida. I like the hot weather. But you know, it's December...65 would be acceptable. But 80? Repeatedly? I'm wearing my boots and my sweaters...I have the Christmas station on Sirius radio...but I'm sweating and feeling like it should be Calypso music. But no, that isn't it.
Then I thought maybe it's the stress of moving...I've got a bare tree in my living room that my roommate put up for no apparent reason. It has no lights, no ornaments, and it won't either, because I'm leaving shortly and there is no point to be bothered with it all by myself. There are no presents, no stockings...and that makes me sad, because I love Christmas decorations too. But that isn't it either. That, I think, is more a symptom than a cause. Because, usually, none of the aforementioned reasons would have stopped me from decorating the shit out of this place anyway.
But tonight, listening to the story, and how Christmas IS about presents, but not in the way that we think...not material things, but the gift of time, and love, and friendship, and peace...and it hit me. The problem with Christmas is that my EXPECTATIONS of it are so high, and there is so much going on this year besides, that I just don't have the patience, time, or stamina to try to make it live up to what I want it to be. And so I just haven't even really tried.
I love traditions. I love doing the same special things every year. But this year, while I have more special people in my life than I have in years past...new friends, a new boyfriend...I feel amazingly alone here in this sad lonely apartment. I know this is soon to change, but not soon enough. My family is not coming down here and by the time I get up to Michigan, it's almost Christmas. I have shopped alone, wrapped alone, watched cheesy movies alone, even gone to Disney alone.
I love presents, getting them, sure...but more, I love giving them. I also like to outdo myself with amazing gifts for people I love, and this year, well, I had no outlandish ideas. Nothing spectacular I could either think of or afford to do for anyone that would be awesome. And that makes me feel as though I have failed at something that I have come to be famous (or maybe infamous) for. No one wanted anything, no one needed anything, there was no new technological thing that everyone needed or wanted. I'm pretty sure the only person that really wanted anything big and spectacular and amazing is me...and I'm also pretty sure I'm not going to get it yet, lol...which is ok too. In time, it will come.
And, I am worried about intertwining Christmas. We celebrate on Christmas Eve...Stewart's family does too. Can we get to my cousin's and his parent's and spend enough time at each that no one feels screwed or rushed? Can I find a way to let it be both of our responsibilities to figure that out...and not take that on myself to orchestrate correctly, therefore adding even more stress to my already over stressed life?
So, I realize that the issue is that Christmas is, for me, all about expectations that cannot possibly be met within a span of 48 hours that encompasses Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I spend too damn much time worrying about making sure that everyone gets an insane amout of presents ( myself included, if I'm being honest)...too damn much time worrying that I will get fat if my mom uses regular sausage in the strata ( a meal which I eat ONCE a year, which will clearly neither make me fat or kill me to eat)...too damn much time worrying about forgetting to watch Nation Lampoon's Christmas Vacation like we do every year...too damn much time worrying about shit that really truly DOES NOT MATTER.
What matters is that I am blessed with two parents that love me unconditionally and still, 35 years later, strive to make sure I not only have amazing Christmases, but as amazing of a life as they can help me to have. What matters is that I have job and a roof over my head, and that my brother and my parents do to...and that we have food on the table every day, and the ability to be able to see each other, despite the distance that separates us, several times a year. What matters is that I have wonderful friends that care about me and bring so much joy and fun to my life...and who are there for me when the chips are down. What matters is that I have, finally, FINALLY, found happiness with a wonderful man that makes me laugh every single day...makes me feel beautiful...and is not going to be in Iraq or Afganistan this Christmas. We are all healthy enough, and happy enough...and really, at the end of the day, that is ALL THAT MATTERS.
So what I am going to try to do now is step away from all the expectations that surround my holiday. I am going to enjoy the company of my friends and family. I am going to laugh uncontrollably several times in the next few weeks. I am going to be grateful for what we have been able to afford to put under the tree and I am going to say a prayer of thanks that I have never experienced a Christmas without food, or gifts, or love. I am going to enjoy every moment I have with Stewart and not worry too much about the day that he has to go back to Texas and me to Florida. There is time to worry about that later. I am going to enjoy this Christmas like no Christmas before. At least, that is my plan.
Watching the 1000 or so people file in, all dressed in sparkly Christmas outfits and listening to a couple hours worth of carols, and I found myself wondering again, "What the fuck, Whitney? Ho ho ho...how come you aren't hanging stockings by the chimney with care and all that?"
And, really, why? I mean, I am definitely in a way better mood than I was a week or so ago. Things are coming together as much as they can at the moment. So how come I'm not feeling more holiday spirit?
First, I thought that maybe it's because it's so amazingly just HOT outside. I mean, yes, I know this is Florida. I like the hot weather. But you know, it's December...65 would be acceptable. But 80? Repeatedly? I'm wearing my boots and my sweaters...I have the Christmas station on Sirius radio...but I'm sweating and feeling like it should be Calypso music. But no, that isn't it.
Then I thought maybe it's the stress of moving...I've got a bare tree in my living room that my roommate put up for no apparent reason. It has no lights, no ornaments, and it won't either, because I'm leaving shortly and there is no point to be bothered with it all by myself. There are no presents, no stockings...and that makes me sad, because I love Christmas decorations too. But that isn't it either. That, I think, is more a symptom than a cause. Because, usually, none of the aforementioned reasons would have stopped me from decorating the shit out of this place anyway.
But tonight, listening to the story, and how Christmas IS about presents, but not in the way that we think...not material things, but the gift of time, and love, and friendship, and peace...and it hit me. The problem with Christmas is that my EXPECTATIONS of it are so high, and there is so much going on this year besides, that I just don't have the patience, time, or stamina to try to make it live up to what I want it to be. And so I just haven't even really tried.
I love traditions. I love doing the same special things every year. But this year, while I have more special people in my life than I have in years past...new friends, a new boyfriend...I feel amazingly alone here in this sad lonely apartment. I know this is soon to change, but not soon enough. My family is not coming down here and by the time I get up to Michigan, it's almost Christmas. I have shopped alone, wrapped alone, watched cheesy movies alone, even gone to Disney alone.
I love presents, getting them, sure...but more, I love giving them. I also like to outdo myself with amazing gifts for people I love, and this year, well, I had no outlandish ideas. Nothing spectacular I could either think of or afford to do for anyone that would be awesome. And that makes me feel as though I have failed at something that I have come to be famous (or maybe infamous) for. No one wanted anything, no one needed anything, there was no new technological thing that everyone needed or wanted. I'm pretty sure the only person that really wanted anything big and spectacular and amazing is me...and I'm also pretty sure I'm not going to get it yet, lol...which is ok too. In time, it will come.
And, I am worried about intertwining Christmas. We celebrate on Christmas Eve...Stewart's family does too. Can we get to my cousin's and his parent's and spend enough time at each that no one feels screwed or rushed? Can I find a way to let it be both of our responsibilities to figure that out...and not take that on myself to orchestrate correctly, therefore adding even more stress to my already over stressed life?
So, I realize that the issue is that Christmas is, for me, all about expectations that cannot possibly be met within a span of 48 hours that encompasses Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I spend too damn much time worrying about making sure that everyone gets an insane amout of presents ( myself included, if I'm being honest)...too damn much time worrying that I will get fat if my mom uses regular sausage in the strata ( a meal which I eat ONCE a year, which will clearly neither make me fat or kill me to eat)...too damn much time worrying about forgetting to watch Nation Lampoon's Christmas Vacation like we do every year...too damn much time worrying about shit that really truly DOES NOT MATTER.
What matters is that I am blessed with two parents that love me unconditionally and still, 35 years later, strive to make sure I not only have amazing Christmases, but as amazing of a life as they can help me to have. What matters is that I have job and a roof over my head, and that my brother and my parents do to...and that we have food on the table every day, and the ability to be able to see each other, despite the distance that separates us, several times a year. What matters is that I have wonderful friends that care about me and bring so much joy and fun to my life...and who are there for me when the chips are down. What matters is that I have, finally, FINALLY, found happiness with a wonderful man that makes me laugh every single day...makes me feel beautiful...and is not going to be in Iraq or Afganistan this Christmas. We are all healthy enough, and happy enough...and really, at the end of the day, that is ALL THAT MATTERS.
So what I am going to try to do now is step away from all the expectations that surround my holiday. I am going to enjoy the company of my friends and family. I am going to laugh uncontrollably several times in the next few weeks. I am going to be grateful for what we have been able to afford to put under the tree and I am going to say a prayer of thanks that I have never experienced a Christmas without food, or gifts, or love. I am going to enjoy every moment I have with Stewart and not worry too much about the day that he has to go back to Texas and me to Florida. There is time to worry about that later. I am going to enjoy this Christmas like no Christmas before. At least, that is my plan.
I was going to say that there are 3,824, 982 things on my to-do list, and I have accomplished exactly none of them today so far.
Then I realized that that would be a lie. I did accomplish one. I got Memphis booked onto my flight home next week. Unfortunately it costs more to fly my dog home than it costs to fly ME home. I am not kidding. But, she's worth it, so Memphis will be celebrating Christmas in the D as well ;)
While I honestly couldn't afford to taking a time out this morning, time wise, I worked over 50 houes last week and have worked 43 so far this week. I needed a break.
I watched Home Alone 2, I ate a gingerbread pop-tart, 2 diet Cokes, and a cherry caramel. I looked at cookbooks online. I talked to my mom and Michelle. I took a nap. I talked to Stewart, who is on a layover in Dallas, en route to Detroit. I wished that I was ALSO en route to Detroit, and not 6 days away from it.
Ahh, well, I am going to take a shower, go work a very paltry 4 hours, in which I honestly put in the most minimal amout of effort I can without actually being asleep, and then I am going to Jamie's holiday show this evening.
And THEN, after all that, I will come home and do something productive here that I probably should have already done.
Tomorrow is Saturday. If I can accomplish enough, I am going to reward myself with an afternoon at Disney or Universal. Actually, I might just reward myself anyway ;)
Then I realized that that would be a lie. I did accomplish one. I got Memphis booked onto my flight home next week. Unfortunately it costs more to fly my dog home than it costs to fly ME home. I am not kidding. But, she's worth it, so Memphis will be celebrating Christmas in the D as well ;)
While I honestly couldn't afford to taking a time out this morning, time wise, I worked over 50 houes last week and have worked 43 so far this week. I needed a break.
I watched Home Alone 2, I ate a gingerbread pop-tart, 2 diet Cokes, and a cherry caramel. I looked at cookbooks online. I talked to my mom and Michelle. I took a nap. I talked to Stewart, who is on a layover in Dallas, en route to Detroit. I wished that I was ALSO en route to Detroit, and not 6 days away from it.
Ahh, well, I am going to take a shower, go work a very paltry 4 hours, in which I honestly put in the most minimal amout of effort I can without actually being asleep, and then I am going to Jamie's holiday show this evening.
And THEN, after all that, I will come home and do something productive here that I probably should have already done.
Tomorrow is Saturday. If I can accomplish enough, I am going to reward myself with an afternoon at Disney or Universal. Actually, I might just reward myself anyway ;)
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Wow, I'm just full of wit and wisdom today, aren't I? LOL
I am watching Live with No More Regis and Kelly...and Kevin Jonas is today's guest co-host.
I have said it before, and I will say it again. In 10 years, when he has gone through a bitter divorce, come out of the closet, and written a tell-all book, don't say I didn't tell you so.
I'm just sayin'...
I have said it before, and I will say it again. In 10 years, when he has gone through a bitter divorce, come out of the closet, and written a tell-all book, don't say I didn't tell you so.
I'm just sayin'...
I think Jamie wrote this...
THIS IS AMAZING. READ IT. DO IT.
http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/12/11/30-things-to-stop-doing-to-yourself/
If you are familiar with the story of Beaches, you know that it is the story of best friends Hillary and CeCe. Hillary grows up, gets married and becomes a mom. CeCe becomes a star that travels the world and gets herself into all sorts of crazy situations. At least, that's the gist of it. When I was younger and saw this movie with my best friend Heather, I absolutely thought I would grow up to be the Hillary. I mean, there was no question. So years later, as adults, when Heather referred to me one day as CeCe, I was like, "What?"
"You are the CeCe." she repeated. "I'm the Hillary and you are the CeCe." It floored me that that was how she viewed me and my life...as this jet-setting, crazy lifed, party girl. And, perhaps, in a way I was...although I never felt like it. I always felt like the Hillary, always assumed that that was where I would end up.
In the last year, I have transitioned out of CeCe for the most part. I like this transitioned me alot better. I like my life and the friends that have either come into it or transitioned with me much better. And last week, when I was watching tv something occured to me that made me laugh.
Do you watch The Middle? The Christmas episode last week was awesome...and I realized that I no longer imagined myself as the CeCe. I can almost feel that in a year or two, I am going to be the Frankie...the mom on that show. I mean, this might not seem like the best aspiration to anyone that has seen the show, but you know what? I like her. I like her life...and because of things that are going on, I think that it's a pretty realistic expectation. Not perfect, but real.
So, I thought I'd be the Hillary but I spent almost my whole adult life so far playing a part I was never meant for. I think I finally found a good role.
"You are the CeCe." she repeated. "I'm the Hillary and you are the CeCe." It floored me that that was how she viewed me and my life...as this jet-setting, crazy lifed, party girl. And, perhaps, in a way I was...although I never felt like it. I always felt like the Hillary, always assumed that that was where I would end up.
In the last year, I have transitioned out of CeCe for the most part. I like this transitioned me alot better. I like my life and the friends that have either come into it or transitioned with me much better. And last week, when I was watching tv something occured to me that made me laugh.
Do you watch The Middle? The Christmas episode last week was awesome...and I realized that I no longer imagined myself as the CeCe. I can almost feel that in a year or two, I am going to be the Frankie...the mom on that show. I mean, this might not seem like the best aspiration to anyone that has seen the show, but you know what? I like her. I like her life...and because of things that are going on, I think that it's a pretty realistic expectation. Not perfect, but real.
So, I thought I'd be the Hillary but I spent almost my whole adult life so far playing a part I was never meant for. I think I finally found a good role.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Merry Migraine
The last 2 or 3 months or so, I have been getting migraines.
I have always been plagued with tension headaches, mostly from work stress or roommate stress...but these have been the beginnings of full on migraines. It's concerning me a little, but luckily, I have been able to head most of them off at the first sign with a combination of caffeine and Advil. Today however, I was not so lucky.
I took Jess Christmas shopping after school and as we were leaving Target, I felt it starting. They are all the same, all beginning as piercing pressure behind my right eye and radiating through the whole right side of my head.
I opened a Diet Coke asap, but I didn't have any Advil on me. I needed to get Dylan and get home. I didn't catch this one fast enough.
The pain was so bad, it made my eye water. Not crying, but just watering. I finally got the kids home and told them to read quietly while I tried to recover. I downed some Advil and put my head back on the chair. Next thing I know, I feel two tiny fingers rubbing my forehead. I open my eyes and Dylan is standing next to me.
"When I have a headache, I always rub where it hurts and that makes it feel better."
He probably stood there for a good 15 minutes, and eventually, amazingly, it worked. I mean, it was just better. It might have been the Advil, but I would like to think it was because this super sweet 6 year old was so concerned that I felt better that he made it so.
My job drives me nuts a good majority of the time..but moments like this afternoon, I wouldn't have wanted to be doing anything else.
I have always been plagued with tension headaches, mostly from work stress or roommate stress...but these have been the beginnings of full on migraines. It's concerning me a little, but luckily, I have been able to head most of them off at the first sign with a combination of caffeine and Advil. Today however, I was not so lucky.
I took Jess Christmas shopping after school and as we were leaving Target, I felt it starting. They are all the same, all beginning as piercing pressure behind my right eye and radiating through the whole right side of my head.
I opened a Diet Coke asap, but I didn't have any Advil on me. I needed to get Dylan and get home. I didn't catch this one fast enough.
The pain was so bad, it made my eye water. Not crying, but just watering. I finally got the kids home and told them to read quietly while I tried to recover. I downed some Advil and put my head back on the chair. Next thing I know, I feel two tiny fingers rubbing my forehead. I open my eyes and Dylan is standing next to me.
"When I have a headache, I always rub where it hurts and that makes it feel better."
He probably stood there for a good 15 minutes, and eventually, amazingly, it worked. I mean, it was just better. It might have been the Advil, but I would like to think it was because this super sweet 6 year old was so concerned that I felt better that he made it so.
My job drives me nuts a good majority of the time..but moments like this afternoon, I wouldn't have wanted to be doing anything else.
Dream a little dream...
I went to bed super early last night...like 9:30. I can't tell you the last time I went to bed that early. I worked about 60 hours last week though, and I anticipate that this week will be similarly busy, so I'm trying to keep ahead on my rest, lol.
Well, I don't know whether it was that I had about 4 extra hours to dream ot something I ate before I went to bed...but man, did I have so bizarre dreams. You know the kind where you wake up and you're like, "What the hell was that all about?"... You feel a little bit disoriented and strange.
I'm glad the day is beginning and I'm finished with Theater Bizarre in my mind.
Well, I don't know whether it was that I had about 4 extra hours to dream ot something I ate before I went to bed...but man, did I have so bizarre dreams. You know the kind where you wake up and you're like, "What the hell was that all about?"... You feel a little bit disoriented and strange.
I'm glad the day is beginning and I'm finished with Theater Bizarre in my mind.
Friday, December 9, 2011
I wish me a Merry Christmas...
I worked for 16.5 hours yesterday.
I am tired.
Surprisingly, I am also in a good mood.
Counting down the days until I am spending the holidays with Stewart, my family, and my friends.
But before I get to that part, I have just given myself an early Christmas gift. It's one I should have given myself a long time ago...
I unsubscribed from someone's feed on facebook, lol. She can now happily carry on with her complaints and drama without me :)
Happy Holidays!
I am tired.
Surprisingly, I am also in a good mood.
Counting down the days until I am spending the holidays with Stewart, my family, and my friends.
But before I get to that part, I have just given myself an early Christmas gift. It's one I should have given myself a long time ago...
I unsubscribed from someone's feed on facebook, lol. She can now happily carry on with her complaints and drama without me :)
Happy Holidays!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa...
Dear Santa,
Although I have been on holiday strike, due to recent events I have decided to reinstate Christmas. I even wore a t-shirt that resembled a Santa suit today. Ho Ho Ho...it's on. I realize it's late in the season to be passing along my list to you, but I'm telling you Santa, I have been good this year. I have put up with some bullshit, and then some more bullshit, and then a little more bullshit still. And while my boyfriend said it best...that he didn't need anything because he already had everything he wanted...there are a *few* little things I desire. I won't even put the Bumblebee Camaro on this list, because I know that would take up a fat lot of room on your sleigh, but here are, in no particular order, the top 7 things I want for Christmas that I won't tell anyone I want...except you.
#1- an Ipad 2. Yes, I already have an Ipad. Yes, it works just fine. No, it does not have a camera. And I am convinced that this camera feature will change my life. At least, until the Ipad 3 comes out, which it will, probably on December 26th. But in the meantime...
#2- a laptop. And no, I don't need an amazing laptop. And technically the one I have still works...about as well as a 1982 cell phone works in 2011. I don't need a $3000 one, just one built in this century.
#3- a new pair of Uggs. The same length as the ones I have now, but in that darker brown color, or black. Size 7. Because I love them. Because they are SO comfy. Because even though it is 80 degrees here right now, I still rock them every day.
#4- the heart lock or double heart tag Tiffany necklace. They are only $125, which in terms of Tiffany's prices is practically free. And although I generally have little to no use for jewelry, I adore the Tiffany key necklace I have and want another one.
#5-This doll: http://store.americangirl.com/agshop/html/set/id/1636 Because I need her. On Christmas morning. And BGF, if you are reading this, please don't call me with a lecture on needs vs. wants. I know the difference, and I know when I need a new doll. This one.
#6- The Smufs movie. Yes, the movie sucked. It sucked so bad it was probably the worst movie I saw in the last year. The best part of seeing it in the theater was taking Dylan to the bathroom. And yes, I want to see it again. And again after that. I don't know why. But I do...so that's #6.
#7- a one way ticket to El Paso...which I may trade #'s 1-6 for. I would also be willing to change #4 to a different piece of jewelry, but that isn't necessarily for you to worry about...although if you feel like putting in a good word St. Nick, I am sure as hell not going to argue.
So, there you have it. I will even leave you cookies and milk.
Love,
Whitney
Although I have been on holiday strike, due to recent events I have decided to reinstate Christmas. I even wore a t-shirt that resembled a Santa suit today. Ho Ho Ho...it's on. I realize it's late in the season to be passing along my list to you, but I'm telling you Santa, I have been good this year. I have put up with some bullshit, and then some more bullshit, and then a little more bullshit still. And while my boyfriend said it best...that he didn't need anything because he already had everything he wanted...there are a *few* little things I desire. I won't even put the Bumblebee Camaro on this list, because I know that would take up a fat lot of room on your sleigh, but here are, in no particular order, the top 7 things I want for Christmas that I won't tell anyone I want...except you.
#1- an Ipad 2. Yes, I already have an Ipad. Yes, it works just fine. No, it does not have a camera. And I am convinced that this camera feature will change my life. At least, until the Ipad 3 comes out, which it will, probably on December 26th. But in the meantime...
#2- a laptop. And no, I don't need an amazing laptop. And technically the one I have still works...about as well as a 1982 cell phone works in 2011. I don't need a $3000 one, just one built in this century.
#3- a new pair of Uggs. The same length as the ones I have now, but in that darker brown color, or black. Size 7. Because I love them. Because they are SO comfy. Because even though it is 80 degrees here right now, I still rock them every day.
#4- the heart lock or double heart tag Tiffany necklace. They are only $125, which in terms of Tiffany's prices is practically free. And although I generally have little to no use for jewelry, I adore the Tiffany key necklace I have and want another one.
#5-This doll: http://store.americangirl.com/agshop/html/set/id/1636 Because I need her. On Christmas morning. And BGF, if you are reading this, please don't call me with a lecture on needs vs. wants. I know the difference, and I know when I need a new doll. This one.
#6- The Smufs movie. Yes, the movie sucked. It sucked so bad it was probably the worst movie I saw in the last year. The best part of seeing it in the theater was taking Dylan to the bathroom. And yes, I want to see it again. And again after that. I don't know why. But I do...so that's #6.
#7- a one way ticket to El Paso...which I may trade #'s 1-6 for. I would also be willing to change #4 to a different piece of jewelry, but that isn't necessarily for you to worry about...although if you feel like putting in a good word St. Nick, I am sure as hell not going to argue.
So, there you have it. I will even leave you cookies and milk.
Love,
Whitney
The Joys of Christmas Shopping
I'm finished with Christmas shopping...my own anyways. I have all the packages bought, the stocking stuffers tucked away...and with the exception of a few tiny trivial things, I have what I need.
What I am not done shopping for is my boss. Every few days there is another list of things to buy. Now don't get me wrong, generally, I don't mind this. I actually kind of enjoy it, as long as my mood is perky. But as usual, in my line of work, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed, but always are.
Today, one of those holiday lines was crossed.
Amongst the velour sweatsuits, cologne, and DS games, I was asked to buy " a sappy husband Christmas card...you know something about how great you are and how much I love you."
My boss has asked me to buy a Christmas card love letter for her husband. Which, I did.
But the thing is, if I was her husband, that would make me feel like shit. You can't go in Walgreens and pick me out a card yourself? The things about how great I am that you say in the card aren't even things you actually think, they are things our nanny thinks. Or things our nanny thinks YOU should be thinking about ME but clearly are not.
So, I spent a good 15 minutes reading holiday cards and trying to get one that was sufficiently sappy, but not so over the top that it would make me uncomfortable to know that I bought it for him, even though it is technically from her.
So, here's my ho ho holiday tip for today: If you are going to buy a card for your significant other...either pick the damn thing out yourself, or just stick to a To/From tag.
What I am not done shopping for is my boss. Every few days there is another list of things to buy. Now don't get me wrong, generally, I don't mind this. I actually kind of enjoy it, as long as my mood is perky. But as usual, in my line of work, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed, but always are.
Today, one of those holiday lines was crossed.
Amongst the velour sweatsuits, cologne, and DS games, I was asked to buy " a sappy husband Christmas card...you know something about how great you are and how much I love you."
My boss has asked me to buy a Christmas card love letter for her husband. Which, I did.
But the thing is, if I was her husband, that would make me feel like shit. You can't go in Walgreens and pick me out a card yourself? The things about how great I am that you say in the card aren't even things you actually think, they are things our nanny thinks. Or things our nanny thinks YOU should be thinking about ME but clearly are not.
So, I spent a good 15 minutes reading holiday cards and trying to get one that was sufficiently sappy, but not so over the top that it would make me uncomfortable to know that I bought it for him, even though it is technically from her.
So, here's my ho ho holiday tip for today: If you are going to buy a card for your significant other...either pick the damn thing out yourself, or just stick to a To/From tag.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Cheers!
I had more fun last night than my mood would have imagined possible.
I did some Christmas shopping (yes, I am still on holiday strike, but that doesn't mean the rest of you have to suffer...you are all getting gifts, don't worry ;) and then after some chores...was invited to go with Jamie, Randy, Juan and Larry to the California Grill.
Jamie and I had a cheese course to begin with and I don't even have to go any further in addressing how AMAZING the food was, because anyplace that begins my meal with a cheese course already has my vote. But seriously, the cheese was delicious, the accompaniments were spot on, every thing I ate was better than the thing before...from my autumn squash lasagna to the caramelized bananas with marscarpone mousse.
But even better than the food was the company. I laughed, I felt loved, I realized how grateful and blessed I am to have fallen into such friends.
So to my new old friends, and my newer old friends...I love you all, and thank you for dinner and safety pins!!
I did some Christmas shopping (yes, I am still on holiday strike, but that doesn't mean the rest of you have to suffer...you are all getting gifts, don't worry ;) and then after some chores...was invited to go with Jamie, Randy, Juan and Larry to the California Grill.
Jamie and I had a cheese course to begin with and I don't even have to go any further in addressing how AMAZING the food was, because anyplace that begins my meal with a cheese course already has my vote. But seriously, the cheese was delicious, the accompaniments were spot on, every thing I ate was better than the thing before...from my autumn squash lasagna to the caramelized bananas with marscarpone mousse.
But even better than the food was the company. I laughed, I felt loved, I realized how grateful and blessed I am to have fallen into such friends.
So to my new old friends, and my newer old friends...I love you all, and thank you for dinner and safety pins!!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
I am supposed to be going home for the holidays on the 21st or 22nd. I have to check my reservation because I can't remember.
That being said, I have seriously contemplating going on for the weekend on the 16th too. I mean, I know that seems sort of stupid, being that I will be there for all of 3 days before flying back here to play babysitter for 3 days, and then flying home again. But, I really don't care.
This seems like a great idea for several reasons...a little more pre-holiday prep with my family, girls night with Michelle, Becky, Kim, & Jill at my favorite restaurant, some time with Stew. And, I won't be sitting here, by myself, stewing away in my room.
So, maybe I'll do that.
Other than that, here I sit, no motivation to do a damn thing.
That being said, I have seriously contemplating going on for the weekend on the 16th too. I mean, I know that seems sort of stupid, being that I will be there for all of 3 days before flying back here to play babysitter for 3 days, and then flying home again. But, I really don't care.
This seems like a great idea for several reasons...a little more pre-holiday prep with my family, girls night with Michelle, Becky, Kim, & Jill at my favorite restaurant, some time with Stew. And, I won't be sitting here, by myself, stewing away in my room.
So, maybe I'll do that.
Other than that, here I sit, no motivation to do a damn thing.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
How the Grinch is Stealing Christmas...
Well, humbug still.
I have never felt so anti-social in all my life. I don't want to be around anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to deal with anyone or anything. This is bad, because of course, this is the time of year when you have to deal with everyone and everything 100% more than usual, lol.
My boss texted me no less than 100 times yesterday. I'm not even kidding. I spent the day doing her Christmas shopping, and every single time I thought I was finished I'd get another text that would say something like:
"And I also need 10 $5 gifts...lotions, candles? Any ideas?"
Here's an idea: go to the fucking mall yourself.
But instead, I would head back into another store and buy more shit that I was going to have to wrap and hide. I bought stocking stuffers for the whole family, which are right now divided into 5 bags and ready to be stuffed. I bought pajamas and a coffee maker for her husband. I bought a karaoke machine, a drum set, and 100 other gifts for the kids...all of which I picked out. The best of these is the Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker, which I got solely because I want to play with it. Anyone looking for a gift idea for me? I'd like my own damn Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker.
Today, I am looking for a ukelele and a canoe for the lake by their house. I HOPE that if I find this canoe she realizes that I am NEVER going to be riding in it. I'm sorry, but a blow up canoe in a lake that may or may not house alligators is not my idea of smart or fun.
I also have a paper due tomorrow, which is a research paper, which is like 40% of the grade for this class...which I have neither researched or written as yet. And...I don't really care. I will most likely stay up later tonight after my late night at work and begin it.
I actually SHOULD be doing that right now...but instead, I have been window shopping online and finding things I'd like to get people for Christmas and things I would like to get for Christmas that I won't ask anyone for anyways.
This holiday should be an amazing one. Instead, I feel like I am perched on the edge of a plank over shark infested waters, balancing on my tip toes.
I have never felt so anti-social in all my life. I don't want to be around anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to deal with anyone or anything. This is bad, because of course, this is the time of year when you have to deal with everyone and everything 100% more than usual, lol.
My boss texted me no less than 100 times yesterday. I'm not even kidding. I spent the day doing her Christmas shopping, and every single time I thought I was finished I'd get another text that would say something like:
"And I also need 10 $5 gifts...lotions, candles? Any ideas?"
Here's an idea: go to the fucking mall yourself.
But instead, I would head back into another store and buy more shit that I was going to have to wrap and hide. I bought stocking stuffers for the whole family, which are right now divided into 5 bags and ready to be stuffed. I bought pajamas and a coffee maker for her husband. I bought a karaoke machine, a drum set, and 100 other gifts for the kids...all of which I picked out. The best of these is the Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker, which I got solely because I want to play with it. Anyone looking for a gift idea for me? I'd like my own damn Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker.
Today, I am looking for a ukelele and a canoe for the lake by their house. I HOPE that if I find this canoe she realizes that I am NEVER going to be riding in it. I'm sorry, but a blow up canoe in a lake that may or may not house alligators is not my idea of smart or fun.
I also have a paper due tomorrow, which is a research paper, which is like 40% of the grade for this class...which I have neither researched or written as yet. And...I don't really care. I will most likely stay up later tonight after my late night at work and begin it.
I actually SHOULD be doing that right now...but instead, I have been window shopping online and finding things I'd like to get people for Christmas and things I would like to get for Christmas that I won't ask anyone for anyways.
This holiday should be an amazing one. Instead, I feel like I am perched on the edge of a plank over shark infested waters, balancing on my tip toes.
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