Saturday, December 24, 2005
Although it is indeed December 24, I was unable to get to a computer yesterday to wish everyone a Happy Festivus! I hope you all pulled out your aluminum poles, had your dinner of whatever and aired your grievances with one another. The feats of strength was particularily good on my end this year, but that's for another blog. It's a Festivus for the rest-of-us!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
So this is Christmas...
Well, I've recieved my call folks. But don't bother asking me where I'm going, that will not be revealed until a later time. Well...Christmas, that's when it will be revealed to me and everyone else. I suppose it was a combination of the fact I haven't eaten since Sunday and my day long vomitfest on Monday that made me agree to waiting to open it. My entire family is going to be here for Christmas, the last time we were all together was my graduation from good 'ol Hanna High. I love how it's the major events in my life that my family ends up convening for - simply out of pity for my being the youngest and single. Hey, I'll take it.
My brother had to come and take it from me so I wouldn't be tempted. For some weird reason, I'm glad I get to wait. I don't know if I'm ready to know yet.
I was wondering today, what is it okay to cry over as an adult woman? We're emotional in nature, but is it okay to cry when you get hurt? I wonder. I think it would take a lot to get me to cry from pain. Or maybe not. I cried Monday in sort of a "I'm going to die" way, but it was more from exhaustion and the fact that I didn't move from the bathroom floor for three hours. I don't think I cried when I sprained my ankle, any of the times I sprained my ankle. I actually can envision myself nervously laughing for some sick reason. Interesting. I conclude that women should only cry for emotional reasons, not pain. Unless the emotional reason is a consequence of the pain, than it's okay. This and more in my latest pamphlet "Dr. Russell's Discertation on the Annoying Idiosyncracies that Come With Being a Woman." Anyway.
My sister is flying in tomorrow! I am so excited. I haven't seen her in a year and a half, therefore she will be subject to all my 'sisterly' venting. Boys, stickers, jelly beans and ... Morgan Freeman. I may not have a plethora of blogs over the next few weeks so Merry Christmas to all and Happy New Year. May your holidays be filled with grazing, sleeping and just good 'ol fashioned American wasting time.
I have alot of time off work people, and I'm not used to having nothing to do, so call me if anyone wants to do ANYTHING. From shaving cats to being shaved by a cat I'm up for it all.
Well, I've recieved my call folks. But don't bother asking me where I'm going, that will not be revealed until a later time. Well...Christmas, that's when it will be revealed to me and everyone else. I suppose it was a combination of the fact I haven't eaten since Sunday and my day long vomitfest on Monday that made me agree to waiting to open it. My entire family is going to be here for Christmas, the last time we were all together was my graduation from good 'ol Hanna High. I love how it's the major events in my life that my family ends up convening for - simply out of pity for my being the youngest and single. Hey, I'll take it.
My brother had to come and take it from me so I wouldn't be tempted. For some weird reason, I'm glad I get to wait. I don't know if I'm ready to know yet.
I was wondering today, what is it okay to cry over as an adult woman? We're emotional in nature, but is it okay to cry when you get hurt? I wonder. I think it would take a lot to get me to cry from pain. Or maybe not. I cried Monday in sort of a "I'm going to die" way, but it was more from exhaustion and the fact that I didn't move from the bathroom floor for three hours. I don't think I cried when I sprained my ankle, any of the times I sprained my ankle. I actually can envision myself nervously laughing for some sick reason. Interesting. I conclude that women should only cry for emotional reasons, not pain. Unless the emotional reason is a consequence of the pain, than it's okay. This and more in my latest pamphlet "Dr. Russell's Discertation on the Annoying Idiosyncracies that Come With Being a Woman." Anyway.
My sister is flying in tomorrow! I am so excited. I haven't seen her in a year and a half, therefore she will be subject to all my 'sisterly' venting. Boys, stickers, jelly beans and ... Morgan Freeman. I may not have a plethora of blogs over the next few weeks so Merry Christmas to all and Happy New Year. May your holidays be filled with grazing, sleeping and just good 'ol fashioned American wasting time.
I have alot of time off work people, and I'm not used to having nothing to do, so call me if anyone wants to do ANYTHING. From shaving cats to being shaved by a cat I'm up for it all.
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