Decisions
Life, sometimes I think, likes to throw us for a loop every now and then. Just to keep us on our toes.
Today I had to make a deicision about band that I was, honestly, dreading. For the longest time I was putting it off, this decision because it was just something I didn't want to do. I knew I'd have to make someone unhappy that I care very much for. And by nature, I don't like to cause people pain. Which is why I am usually the one getting hurt, but anyway, that's beside the point.
Back to the point I'm trying to make if there is one in all of this.
I made my decision. For better, for worse I decided to finally put myself first and take one more thing off of my plate this fall...sort of. In the end I really am no better off than I was before, I still have the responsibility, just on a smaller level. I am taking over as head guard instructor at the high school I've been with for the last three years. AND instead of taking over at TBD's school like I had planned, I'll still be on staff. Just not as involved as planned. There's only one problem. During the course of our conversation, M (guard instructer at TBD's school and a very good friend) made a comment about indoor season and how I'd be in charge. And I don't think I want to do it.
TBD and I spoke a little bit about it tonight. He's that kind of friend, out with his friends in New York and takes time to listen to me be slightly mental for a little bit. But again, I digress. I said I honestly don't think I want to go back for indoor because I hardly have any time for myself anymore. I need time for me. He agreed and said who cares if you don't come back? We'll still be friends and if M get's mad...well oh well. I see his point, really, I do but M is counting on me to do indoor right? And if I am going to back out of it, I need to do it soon so he can make arrangements otherwise.
I don't know, I'm a little confused about the whole thing right now.
Then TBD told me if he can, he's moving to NJ next year and would ask both JP and I to go with him. I was stunned. I mean, I bitch and complain about living in Pennsyltucky all of the time but really, isn't there a time in your life when you need to stop the moving around. Stop running away and just face up to your life? It's tearing me apart to even THINK that those two won't be around but I just don't know if I could move away...just like that and start all over again. I'm up for new experiences and new challenges but Sweet baby moses, I'm getting too old for that.
I never thought I'd hear myself say this but I want to start putting down roots. Sure, maybe not here but I want to start settling down. It's time I act like an adult.
I don't know, I guess I'm just confused. About a lot of things.
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Thursday, July 05, 2007
Mornings after a holiday suck
It's normally rough for me to get out of bed in the morning. I faced up to the fact that I am not really a morning person a long time ago. If it were up to me I'd sleep as long as I wanted then drag my butt out of bed for work. Sometime around Noon.
This morning was a little rougher than usual. Yesterday I played tennis with my brother-in-law and as I was stretching to get a backhand I pulled a muscle in my lower back. We played a little more because in my family, you kept playing a sport when you were hurt until you either passed out from the pain or blood squirted from your ears. After we were finished, I went home, took a hot shower and spent the rest of the day lounging in my pajamas on the couch, napping and watching "The Revolution" on The History Channel. I'm such a history geek.
Before bed I took two Advil, hoping that would help the back pain in some way...and it did until I went to get out of bed this morning. Now, I will admit here and now I am waaaayyyyy over due for a new mattress. A combination of lack of money and just not making the time for the shopping have left me with a very lumpy, very coily mattress. The thing is 10 years old and no matter how much I flip it now, it's not exactly the most comfortable thing in the world. But I digress. As I went to stand up this morning I gasped at the pain when I took my first step. I was very sore and very much doubled over.
Still, work was calling. So here I sit. Two more ibuprofen tabs are waiting for my coffee to cool off before I take them. Everytime I get up to go do something I hurt. Badly.
I'm thinking some of it is stress. I'm meeting with the new band director at the school where I instructed last year and I must admit, I'm a little nervous. I hope I'm up to the task of taking over the guard this year. I wasn't even going to apply for it but I don't want to leave my kids hanging out there with no one to work with them. They deserve some consistency this season.
It's normally rough for me to get out of bed in the morning. I faced up to the fact that I am not really a morning person a long time ago. If it were up to me I'd sleep as long as I wanted then drag my butt out of bed for work. Sometime around Noon.
This morning was a little rougher than usual. Yesterday I played tennis with my brother-in-law and as I was stretching to get a backhand I pulled a muscle in my lower back. We played a little more because in my family, you kept playing a sport when you were hurt until you either passed out from the pain or blood squirted from your ears. After we were finished, I went home, took a hot shower and spent the rest of the day lounging in my pajamas on the couch, napping and watching "The Revolution" on The History Channel. I'm such a history geek.
Before bed I took two Advil, hoping that would help the back pain in some way...and it did until I went to get out of bed this morning. Now, I will admit here and now I am waaaayyyyy over due for a new mattress. A combination of lack of money and just not making the time for the shopping have left me with a very lumpy, very coily mattress. The thing is 10 years old and no matter how much I flip it now, it's not exactly the most comfortable thing in the world. But I digress. As I went to stand up this morning I gasped at the pain when I took my first step. I was very sore and very much doubled over.
Still, work was calling. So here I sit. Two more ibuprofen tabs are waiting for my coffee to cool off before I take them. Everytime I get up to go do something I hurt. Badly.
I'm thinking some of it is stress. I'm meeting with the new band director at the school where I instructed last year and I must admit, I'm a little nervous. I hope I'm up to the task of taking over the guard this year. I wasn't even going to apply for it but I don't want to leave my kids hanging out there with no one to work with them. They deserve some consistency this season.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Summertime, when a young girl's fancy turns to thoughts of balls
The major tennis season is in full swing, leaving this girl with daydreams of being out on the court at Roland Garros, playing like Maria Sharapova. Only I'm shorter. And fatter. And not that good at tennis.
But a girl can dream, right?
While TBD and I were out at dinner last night I had a hard time concentrating because one of the televisions was tuned in to Andy Roddick's match (which he ultimately lost). And it wasn't just because I was mesmorized by the amazing tennis being played. That man is hottness on clay, grass or all weather surface. He bent over a couple of times and I swear to god it took TBD a few tries to get me refocused. I love athletic guys, and not just because I'm a little sports crazy myself. That build is so damn attractive to me. Prime example, Former One Night Stand and I work in the same office. Now, nothing is or will ever happen again with Former One Night Stand. We just keep running into each other outside of work, like at the gym. Where he's in a sleeveless shirt. And flushed. And sweaty...where was I? Uh, yeah, anyway, let's just say I have a thing for tall dark haired guys who play basketball. Or tennis. Or soccer.
Speaking of athletic types, tonight is my first night of training for the part-time. I'm excited and nervous. I don't think this job is going to be that difficult and anything that gets me a) outside and b) around hot baseball players all summer long has got to be good, right?
The major tennis season is in full swing, leaving this girl with daydreams of being out on the court at Roland Garros, playing like Maria Sharapova. Only I'm shorter. And fatter. And not that good at tennis.
But a girl can dream, right?
While TBD and I were out at dinner last night I had a hard time concentrating because one of the televisions was tuned in to Andy Roddick's match (which he ultimately lost). And it wasn't just because I was mesmorized by the amazing tennis being played. That man is hottness on clay, grass or all weather surface. He bent over a couple of times and I swear to god it took TBD a few tries to get me refocused. I love athletic guys, and not just because I'm a little sports crazy myself. That build is so damn attractive to me. Prime example, Former One Night Stand and I work in the same office. Now, nothing is or will ever happen again with Former One Night Stand. We just keep running into each other outside of work, like at the gym. Where he's in a sleeveless shirt. And flushed. And sweaty...where was I? Uh, yeah, anyway, let's just say I have a thing for tall dark haired guys who play basketball. Or tennis. Or soccer.
Speaking of athletic types, tonight is my first night of training for the part-time. I'm excited and nervous. I don't think this job is going to be that difficult and anything that gets me a) outside and b) around hot baseball players all summer long has got to be good, right?
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Friends and wine
The best part of getting older is that now when my friends and I get together, a good night consists of a bottle of wine (or two), some steaks on the grill and hanging out on the patio. I called L as soon as I got out of work to see what was on her agenda for the night. We both had some errands to run (ie, Mother's Day presents to buy) so the plan was to get together later for some grilling. And wine.
Did I mention there was wine?
We spent a pleasant spring night, hanging out with L's dad, who is a MASTER with the grill I might add, and catching up. Swapping stories about work and various going ons on in life. L lives in Hoboken and has much more exciting goings on than I do. She shared stories about work (she's a lawyer) and going out in the City to see Amy Winehouse or grab drinks at some incredibley cool bar. I talked about band practices and my upcoming part-time job with the baseball team. Before I knew it, we were through a bottle of Chardonay and a bottle of red (i'm thinking it was Merlot) was half gone. And I as feeling good.
Room mate #1 was getting out of work early so we hung out a little more at L's parents house until he called then met him out at our favorite watering hole. By this time we were both feeling very good so I nursed a beer when we got there. Room mate #1 and L started catching up when we sat down. I had heard some of the stories already so I checked my phone. TBD had called. I excused myself to go outside and call him back.
"You called?"
"Yeah, a while ago, we got first place today! My kids were awesome (he was at a competition with his 5th/6th grad band). I'm very proud of them."
"That's great!"
"Yeah. Where are you?"
"Out. L and I met up with Room Mate #1 for a few beers."
"Oh, I could have met you out. Too tired now, I'm going to get going."
"O.k., bye"
I hung up and went back inside. Then texted TBD. We had gotten off of the phone so fast I didn't get to ask him something that I had been thinking about for quite some time. Something that went back to last year.
After about 10 minutes he called me back.
"What's up? I'm just getting ready to go to bad."
"I'm sorry. And what I'm about to ask is not intended to cause trouble. I wouldn't trade what we have now for what it was like last year."
"Wow, this sounds serious."
"No, it's just something I've really had on my mind lately."
"Well, go ahead - "
"What did I do wrong? I mean, I had to do something that turned you away, right? I'm just starting to get to the stage where I want to know what I'm doing wrong, why I can't keep a relationship going - "
"It's not you. Let me just say this, with us it was all about the spark. I tend to go for it if I feel that there is any kind of spark there. I did, at first. Then I didn't and yes, I was wrong but I do back out if I don't think that spark is around. I shouldn't have done that but I did."
"I see."
"You're not upset, are you?"
"No, no. I just keep feeling like the fault is all mine. I don't know. I'm only asking this now because I've had a good bit to drink."
He laughed. "Well, us hanging out can only help. Here's the thing, you, JP and I are quirky. We each have our thing that makes us a little bit different and makes the whole finding someone just a little bit harder. I like where we are too. And think of it this way, you're expanding your circle just by knowing us. Maybe you'll meet someone that way."
"True. I'm sorry, you wanted to get to bed. I'll let you go."
"Do you feel better?"
"Yes, I'm glad we talked about it."
"Good. Good night, and good luck with your date tomorrow."
"Thanks. I'll call you."
"Good night."
I hung up and went back inside to the throbbing music, smoke and beer feeling for once, better about the whole situation.
It's true. I'm glad TBD and I are where we are now. Friends. Good friends. And especially a friend with the unique perspective of having been someone I went out with. Yeah, it was a little weird for me at first and I'm not going to lie, hearing him talk about other girls started a little knot of jealousy right in the middle of my chest. And that was when I started thinking about what went wrong. After our talk it made me realize that it isn't always me. It just doesn't work, and that's that. No more, no less.
I also realized that just being friends is o.k. and how lucky I am to have such great people in my life both old and new.
The best part of getting older is that now when my friends and I get together, a good night consists of a bottle of wine (or two), some steaks on the grill and hanging out on the patio. I called L as soon as I got out of work to see what was on her agenda for the night. We both had some errands to run (ie, Mother's Day presents to buy) so the plan was to get together later for some grilling. And wine.
Did I mention there was wine?
We spent a pleasant spring night, hanging out with L's dad, who is a MASTER with the grill I might add, and catching up. Swapping stories about work and various going ons on in life. L lives in Hoboken and has much more exciting goings on than I do. She shared stories about work (she's a lawyer) and going out in the City to see Amy Winehouse or grab drinks at some incredibley cool bar. I talked about band practices and my upcoming part-time job with the baseball team. Before I knew it, we were through a bottle of Chardonay and a bottle of red (i'm thinking it was Merlot) was half gone. And I as feeling good.
Room mate #1 was getting out of work early so we hung out a little more at L's parents house until he called then met him out at our favorite watering hole. By this time we were both feeling very good so I nursed a beer when we got there. Room mate #1 and L started catching up when we sat down. I had heard some of the stories already so I checked my phone. TBD had called. I excused myself to go outside and call him back.
"You called?"
"Yeah, a while ago, we got first place today! My kids were awesome (he was at a competition with his 5th/6th grad band). I'm very proud of them."
"That's great!"
"Yeah. Where are you?"
"Out. L and I met up with Room Mate #1 for a few beers."
"Oh, I could have met you out. Too tired now, I'm going to get going."
"O.k., bye"
I hung up and went back inside. Then texted TBD. We had gotten off of the phone so fast I didn't get to ask him something that I had been thinking about for quite some time. Something that went back to last year.
After about 10 minutes he called me back.
"What's up? I'm just getting ready to go to bad."
"I'm sorry. And what I'm about to ask is not intended to cause trouble. I wouldn't trade what we have now for what it was like last year."
"Wow, this sounds serious."
"No, it's just something I've really had on my mind lately."
"Well, go ahead - "
"What did I do wrong? I mean, I had to do something that turned you away, right? I'm just starting to get to the stage where I want to know what I'm doing wrong, why I can't keep a relationship going - "
"It's not you. Let me just say this, with us it was all about the spark. I tend to go for it if I feel that there is any kind of spark there. I did, at first. Then I didn't and yes, I was wrong but I do back out if I don't think that spark is around. I shouldn't have done that but I did."
"I see."
"You're not upset, are you?"
"No, no. I just keep feeling like the fault is all mine. I don't know. I'm only asking this now because I've had a good bit to drink."
He laughed. "Well, us hanging out can only help. Here's the thing, you, JP and I are quirky. We each have our thing that makes us a little bit different and makes the whole finding someone just a little bit harder. I like where we are too. And think of it this way, you're expanding your circle just by knowing us. Maybe you'll meet someone that way."
"True. I'm sorry, you wanted to get to bed. I'll let you go."
"Do you feel better?"
"Yes, I'm glad we talked about it."
"Good. Good night, and good luck with your date tomorrow."
"Thanks. I'll call you."
"Good night."
I hung up and went back inside to the throbbing music, smoke and beer feeling for once, better about the whole situation.
It's true. I'm glad TBD and I are where we are now. Friends. Good friends. And especially a friend with the unique perspective of having been someone I went out with. Yeah, it was a little weird for me at first and I'm not going to lie, hearing him talk about other girls started a little knot of jealousy right in the middle of my chest. And that was when I started thinking about what went wrong. After our talk it made me realize that it isn't always me. It just doesn't work, and that's that. No more, no less.
I also realized that just being friends is o.k. and how lucky I am to have such great people in my life both old and new.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Drafts
It's quiet today. The recent return of the S word and just the fact that it's a Monday in general, is making me bored out of my mind. No one is coming into the office or sending me emails. It's one of those rare days when I have time to breathe and get caught up.
With time on my hands, I decided to sneak onto the internet (frequent trips to the information superhighway are highly verbotten around here), clean out some emails since I'm in an organizational frame of mind. Then I found one or two from him.
Him who? Just him. The one man on the face of this earth I have ever fallen in love with. Who still, whether he realizes it or not, has quite a strong hold over me. The one man I ever truly fell for without holding back...and the one I need to forget the most.
I hadn't even remembered keeping the messages.
They were short, quick little notes to just say hi, see how I was doing after whetever it was that was going on between us had ended. I should have deleted them a long time but for some reason, found it necessary to keep them. After rereading the messages I deleted them. No need to keep something around that would only cause me pain.
Then with nothing else to do I moved on to Blogger.
And was hit again.
Sometimes, I need to write things out to get rid of residual emotions. At home, tucked away in boxes are little black notebooks with poetry, letters, etc. written to get out whatever emotional turmoil I was holding in. It's a form of therapy I engaged in without actually going to a therapist.
After him and I ended I wrote two drafts of blog posts. Addressed as letters they spoke solely to him. Revealed how much I had fallen and how I was having a hard time forgetting. Reminded him that after all of this time (one was just written a year ago) he still had a hold on me. I never posted them. In fact, I thought after I switched over to the new Blogger they were lost. But they weren't. And as I reread them today my heart was squeezed a little more. Because they reminded me of a time when I allowed myself to let go and feel something without reservation.
And lately I'm left wondering if I can ever do that again.
It's quiet today. The recent return of the S word and just the fact that it's a Monday in general, is making me bored out of my mind. No one is coming into the office or sending me emails. It's one of those rare days when I have time to breathe and get caught up.
With time on my hands, I decided to sneak onto the internet (frequent trips to the information superhighway are highly verbotten around here), clean out some emails since I'm in an organizational frame of mind. Then I found one or two from him.
Him who? Just him. The one man on the face of this earth I have ever fallen in love with. Who still, whether he realizes it or not, has quite a strong hold over me. The one man I ever truly fell for without holding back...and the one I need to forget the most.
I hadn't even remembered keeping the messages.
They were short, quick little notes to just say hi, see how I was doing after whetever it was that was going on between us had ended. I should have deleted them a long time but for some reason, found it necessary to keep them. After rereading the messages I deleted them. No need to keep something around that would only cause me pain.
Then with nothing else to do I moved on to Blogger.
And was hit again.
Sometimes, I need to write things out to get rid of residual emotions. At home, tucked away in boxes are little black notebooks with poetry, letters, etc. written to get out whatever emotional turmoil I was holding in. It's a form of therapy I engaged in without actually going to a therapist.
After him and I ended I wrote two drafts of blog posts. Addressed as letters they spoke solely to him. Revealed how much I had fallen and how I was having a hard time forgetting. Reminded him that after all of this time (one was just written a year ago) he still had a hold on me. I never posted them. In fact, I thought after I switched over to the new Blogger they were lost. But they weren't. And as I reread them today my heart was squeezed a little more. Because they reminded me of a time when I allowed myself to let go and feel something without reservation.
And lately I'm left wondering if I can ever do that again.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Things I'm totally in love with right now (not counting Collin Farrell)
1. Mika and there supercool song "Grace Kelly"
2. The new Gallery Tote from Coach in Camel/brass. I heart it. A lot.
3. Our local molehill is now 100% open. And while it's no Killington, it's at least something!
4. One of the coolest music fests on the East Coast happens practically right in my backyard every year. If you happen to find yourself in Pennsyltucky around the time of Millenium Music Conference 11 (or MMC 11) I highly recommend going. Although why anyone would voluntarily be in Pennsyltucky is beyond me.
5.
Plain yogurt with frozen peaches. Absolute yum in a bowl.
1. Mika and there supercool song "Grace Kelly"
2. The new Gallery Tote from Coach in Camel/brass. I heart it. A lot.
3. Our local molehill is now 100% open. And while it's no Killington, it's at least something!
4. One of the coolest music fests on the East Coast happens practically right in my backyard every year. If you happen to find yourself in Pennsyltucky around the time of Millenium Music Conference 11 (or MMC 11) I highly recommend going. Although why anyone would voluntarily be in Pennsyltucky is beyond me.
5.
Plain yogurt with frozen peaches. Absolute yum in a bowl.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Because I have nothing better to do with my precious free time
I had orginally intended on using this very rare and precious night off to do a few house cleaning type things, ie laundry, upload pictures, put new batteries in my vibrator...uh, I mean bake, yeah, that's it, bake.
Unfortunately only one of those things has been accomplished, and it isn't the last two.
So instead I leave you with this picture I took from the trip to New York for my birthday two months ago. We had four hours to kill outside of the Daily Show's studio so I fiddled with my new toy.
Now where did I put those batteries...
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Watch out Walter Cronkite
My friend made his online news debut today. I'm told the deer in the headlights look is only temporary.
http://www.delawareonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20061227/VIDEO01/312270002
(you'll need to copy and paste the link in most cases...stupid link)
My friend made his online news debut today. I'm told the deer in the headlights look is only temporary.
http://www.delawareonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20061227/VIDEO01/312270002
(you'll need to copy and paste the link in most cases...stupid link)
Friday, December 08, 2006
Bad blogger mom
My poor blog has been very neglected lately. What with all of the birthday excitement and other excitement associated with the holidays, I've barely had time to attend to the essentials let alone find quiet time (which is at a premium at my house) to blog.
Today I'm stuck at work which is absolutely killing me. The recent departure of one of my co-workers is forcing me to work weekends at the full-time and considering the weather today, just isn't fair. After three days of frigid and frantic searches for my winter heavy clothes, we're getting a small taste of warmth with sunshine. Bloody unfair.
On the plus side, I'm able to update the three people who still read this thing as to what has been going on in South Central Pennsyltucky. To start, the baby shower for Little Sis went off wonderfully and she only admitted after the fact that she had no idea until that day that something was up. Score one for the super cool auntie to be. The closer she gets to bringing my adorable niece (because of course, she will be the most beautiful little girl) into this world the more excited I get. Visions of babysitting and doing cool things like weekend trips to NYC when she's older dance in my head. The kind of things my aunts did with me when I was younger.
Things with The Guy are still moving along on an even keel. the best word I can use to describe it is steady. We don't see each other all that much with both of us having incredibley crazy schedules but it's working, I guess. Text messages fly back and forth almost every day. He mentioned the C word the other day...and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Mainly because I wasn't sure if he was talking about committment to me or someone else, but it did get the wheels turning a little bit. Who knows, maybe for the first time in about a gazillion years I'll actually have someone to kiss on New Years Eve. But that's then and I'm not going to do what I usually do and get ahead of myself. Nope. We're just going to let this one ride out.
As a birthday present to myself I finally came in to the 21st century and bought myself a digital camera. When I can find more than 20 minutes to spare in my day and the cable that came with the camera, I'll get some pics uploaded for you. As a little girl I always said I wanted to be become a photojournalist so I could travel and take cool pictures for National Geographic. Now I can at least pretend I know what I'm doing.
Otherwise, the holidays snuck up on me again this year and I'm wracking my brain for ideas for gift ideas for the Fam. I'm only buying for my immediate family and my room mates this year. It's just too much to buy for everyone else. Really. My extended family grows by leaps and bounds every year and I just can't afford to buy presents for every single blasted one of them. I'm only one person for crying out loud. The house finally had it's dose of holiday cheer when room mate #1 and I decorated last week. We put lights around the outside and a cool blow up Frosty the Snowman. The Christmas tree now has it's lights and ornaments. Stockings were hung. So I guess we're ready now.
I can only hope Santa will read over my list carefully. Neve did get Collin Farrell last year.
My poor blog has been very neglected lately. What with all of the birthday excitement and other excitement associated with the holidays, I've barely had time to attend to the essentials let alone find quiet time (which is at a premium at my house) to blog.
Today I'm stuck at work which is absolutely killing me. The recent departure of one of my co-workers is forcing me to work weekends at the full-time and considering the weather today, just isn't fair. After three days of frigid and frantic searches for my winter heavy clothes, we're getting a small taste of warmth with sunshine. Bloody unfair.
On the plus side, I'm able to update the three people who still read this thing as to what has been going on in South Central Pennsyltucky. To start, the baby shower for Little Sis went off wonderfully and she only admitted after the fact that she had no idea until that day that something was up. Score one for the super cool auntie to be. The closer she gets to bringing my adorable niece (because of course, she will be the most beautiful little girl) into this world the more excited I get. Visions of babysitting and doing cool things like weekend trips to NYC when she's older dance in my head. The kind of things my aunts did with me when I was younger.
Things with The Guy are still moving along on an even keel. the best word I can use to describe it is steady. We don't see each other all that much with both of us having incredibley crazy schedules but it's working, I guess. Text messages fly back and forth almost every day. He mentioned the C word the other day...and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Mainly because I wasn't sure if he was talking about committment to me or someone else, but it did get the wheels turning a little bit. Who knows, maybe for the first time in about a gazillion years I'll actually have someone to kiss on New Years Eve. But that's then and I'm not going to do what I usually do and get ahead of myself. Nope. We're just going to let this one ride out.
As a birthday present to myself I finally came in to the 21st century and bought myself a digital camera. When I can find more than 20 minutes to spare in my day and the cable that came with the camera, I'll get some pics uploaded for you. As a little girl I always said I wanted to be become a photojournalist so I could travel and take cool pictures for National Geographic. Now I can at least pretend I know what I'm doing.
Otherwise, the holidays snuck up on me again this year and I'm wracking my brain for ideas for gift ideas for the Fam. I'm only buying for my immediate family and my room mates this year. It's just too much to buy for everyone else. Really. My extended family grows by leaps and bounds every year and I just can't afford to buy presents for every single blasted one of them. I'm only one person for crying out loud. The house finally had it's dose of holiday cheer when room mate #1 and I decorated last week. We put lights around the outside and a cool blow up Frosty the Snowman. The Christmas tree now has it's lights and ornaments. Stockings were hung. So I guess we're ready now.
I can only hope Santa will read over my list carefully. Neve did get Collin Farrell last year.