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Tag Archives: holidays
And that year is over. ‘Yay‘ I guess? But contrary to what many seem to think, the clock striking midnight on January 1st didn’t suddenly send us to the comfort of the before times. So… I thought I’d try finding … Continue reading
Well, I missed Christmas. No… not really. I just mean I missed Christmas here. I didn’t post any well wishes. I didn’t write anything. I didn’t do a damn thing. Except disappear. Miss me? I totally understand if you didn’t. … Continue reading
I have been busy. I blame Christmas. Or I credit Christmas, depending on my perspective at any given moment. I’m tired. I feel stressed… burnt out. But I don’t feel hopelessly bored and scared and useless. Well, not entirely, anyway. It feels like … Continue reading
Sorry for disappearing again… but here I am. Try to control your excitement. And I do recognize that this post is kind of obnoxious especially since I haven’t been around. I have been so busy (which is both good and … Continue reading
I took a lot of pictures at Mom’s because she is amazing at decorating (and amazing at tons of other things, too). She puts up six trees. That’s not a typo. Six. Two are big… four are smaller. Of course, she … Continue reading
Christmas, I mean. It’s over. Thank fucking god. (No religious disrespect intended.) Goodbye, Santa. (I’m still hoping you’ll come through for me…) Goodbye, extra financial stress. (Now back to regular financial stress.) Goodbye, ridiculous crowds in my face everywhere. Goodbye, … Continue reading
You’ll miss me when I’m gone. No no no… don’t panic… or rejoice. I’m only going away for a couple of days. We have a tradition of sleeping over at Mom’s house on Christmas Eve… and spending Christmas Day there … Continue reading