End of the Year Inventory

Ack.

A new year.

I thought about all I have learned, not just about myself but about life and people in general. And while I could probably put together a somewhat comprehensive and not-at-all worthy post, I have yet to slather on spackle and prepare myself for an evening of trying to NOT drink myself under the table.

So until the opportunity (and by 'opportunity', I really mean when I'm not building houses with this very fucking addictive and time-consuming program) to sit down and amaze you all with my somewhat insane literary expression, you will all have to suffer and wonder when a new post will appear.

I am sure you will all live. It won't be easy, I won't sugar coat it. But you'll be fine. Hang in there, dearies. Until then..

the hustle and bustle of my everyday life

My god, the stuffiness. I am so stuffed up and have been for... well, a hundred years? When does it dry up and just GO AWAY?

A serene Saturday morning. I am sitting here listening to my son make up a list of what he wants next Christmas, listening to Ren worry and fuss over being Stimpy's fan club president and the ever-present hum of the aquarium which makes me want to go back to sleep.

Things are settling down here after Christmas. Shifting back down into our regular schedule.

Merce and her bf broke up on Christmas Eve and then got back together. There was lots of drama surrounding that. Hopefully, it will work this time, if not, at least she can say that she tried.

I finished BzBiff's present and will gift it to her as soon as I can find the one finishing touch. At this rate, it may be a birthday present! I am hoping we can get together for lunch or something this weekend. I hate that we spend so little time together. One of these days, she'll learn how to say no and that will open up some free time in her schedule. Then, we can actually DO stuff instead of her tagging along for grocery shopping trips. Seriously, grocery shopping is the only time we get to hang out and chat. Ah well, it's better than nothing. I know she is there, she knows that I am here and I guess that is all that matters.

So, I read that Saddam was executed at dawn. I have mixed feelings on this. Of course, he was an evil, vile human being that deserved to die. I can't even imagine all of the pain and suffering all of those people had to endure at his hand. It's incomprehensible for my feeble, little mind. But I really don't think that it will solve anything. I also think that they should have waited and made him go through the trial involving his hand in the annihilation of more than 5,000 Kurds with chemical weapons. And the really mean girl in me thinks that hanging was too quick and he should have been made to suffer some. In all, I am relieved that such evilness has gone.

Well, now that I have expounded on politics on a person I have hardly any knowledge of and the hustling, bustling life that I call my own, I shall depart. Until next time... take care my dears.

Rest in Peace

It's always sad when a former President dies, I think. Whatever their political affliation might have been, it's still sad....

Rest in Peace, President Ford.

Merry Christmas to you all.

Merry Christmas to you all from Lorinty.

Things have slowed down,

... a bit.

There are still cookies to frost and presents to wrap and noses to wipe. My God, the noses! Will we ever get over this cold?

And my house is a filthy, sticky, disgusting mess.

My laundry is mounting higher and higher. What ever I DO get washed, sits in the basket, wrinkling so badly, I'll have to wash it again in order to wear it.

I am making one Christmas present, myself. It is for BzBiff and BzBiff? You might not get it until 2007. We'll make it a Happy New Year present! It's something I've done in the past but completely lost patience with since. I have also discovered that I know a few more bad words than I used to. It's the thought that counts, right? You better fucking LOVE it. Blood, sweat and no tears, but a lot of grumbling and cursing.

So, the Christmas party was good. I almost beat down Merce's boyfriend for saying terrible things to her and then calling me a fucking bitch. Granted, I am, but said in that tone and at that moment, well, it was slightly the wrong thing to say. (Also fueled by a shot of Crown and two of Hot Damn, I wasn't putting up with his shit. ) I won't go off on him because in real life, I do that too much, anyway. Apparently, I am stressed by the situation.

Anyway, Christmas is almost here and all I want is for my family to be together. That includes Victor and by proxy, his girlfriend.

Merce's husband or ex or separated or whatever he is, was supposed to come and get the kids, but his appendix burst and he's out of commission for a while. I'm sad and missing him. It's hard that he is sick and so far away. For some reason, I've never grown out of wanting to take care of him like family. I don't think I ever will. When I think of him, I always think of how he has been a part of all of the big things in my life. The marriage, the divorce, the coupledom with Jake and the birth of the boy. And he was always there with his great big, happy smile and contagious laugh. He's the polar opposite of myself, color wise, but in my heart of hearts, he's blood. I miss him.

I hope to get on here and update again soon. Not a lot going on right at the moment, but I am sure I can find something to bitch about!

** Edited to add: I KNEW there was something I was leaving out!!!

I got the card in the mail today. It was clearing me for the cervical abnormalities. The last checkup after the LEEP and it was clear \:D/ <<-- Lori, dancing in Elaine-like fashion.
So, the next time I go in, will be for just the normal, annual Pap, instead of having my cervix butchered!!!

Caught up in the Christmas madness

Right at the moment, I am toasting bread for HOMEMADE stuffing and getting ready to frost cookies.

Note to self: Don't eat the stuffing and hide the cookies until almost all of the other desserts are gone.

Soon, life will slow down enough that I can post properly. Until then, my best wishes.

Along those lines

There is a site that I read regularly and I know I've posted about it once or twice before. But, in an effort to continually support the site, I am linking to it again. And I'm putting up a permanent link to it, because it is JUST THAT DAMN GOOD.

PostSecret is a site that post these nifty little postcards that people send to this man, Frank Warren. On the postcards are their secrets. Words that they cannot say to anyone else.

Every Sunday morning (which is when it is updated), I eagerly click on it. Looking for the words to validate the dark little words that hide in my brain. I have cried and I have laughed over the cards.

I remember the postcard that hooked me. It was an ultrasound scan of a baby with the caption of "I know she isn't mine, but I love her anyway." It literally took my breath away and tears rolled down my face. What a beautiful feeling to express! I wish that I could find a link to it, to that one postcard because it is, has and probably always will be my favorite. I've also bought two of the books off of Amazon, in an effort to show some support. They will go out as a Christmas and a birthday gift.

Click on over. You'll like it.

Quick hit

I am getting sick again, dammit. No, Elizabeth, it isn't stomach flu. I have a terrible sore throat and general 'run-down' feeling.

Today, the kids and I made salt dough decorations and painted some of them. I still have two sheets left that are still drying. I've been productive although my house doesn't look like it.

I am obsessed with this damn Build A Snowflake site.

I've made probably 500 snowflakes in the last week. I like that the more flakes made, the more money is donated to the Salvation Army. I'm linking to it until the end of the year, just cuz it's for a good cause.

God, can you believe it's almost the end of the year ALREADY? My goodness, I'll be 30 next month.

Supposed to go out tonight, but like I said, I'm sick and I'm not going much of anywhere except to bed. Ta ta, dearies.

Noel

There are times that I catch myself smiling, for no apparent reason at all, other than the fact that I am amused by this life I call my own. I am tickled by the sheer stupidity of people. The truth be told, it is really that their ignorance usually makes me feel like I'm not such an imbecile after all.

Here lately though, I catch myself cheered and warmed by simple holiday songs, instead of simple redneck dolts.

I think that it has to do with the memories of my mom, dancing and singing in the kitchen to all of her holiday favorites, while us kids sat at the table, frosting sugar cookies. I wonder why we always had belly aches afterwards?

My son is absolutely obsessed with all things 'Yuletide'. Our house looks like Santa had one pull too many on the ol' eggnog jug and lost his spirit. Fear not, Ty and I? We found it. Ty's room (and I quote) looks like a "disco dance". Where that child learned of disco and what kind of lighting accompanies it, I have no idea.

And so... I am loving Christmas this year! I am really digging the music and the decorations. The smells. The good cheer. I know that bad things are still happening all over the world, but it is nice to escape into my little rural Christmas setting once a year. I love the innocence of it. The fact that when I say "Oooohhh... I guess I better put a call into Santa..." that it quickly puts an end to any and all disputes. All, except the fact that mama ordered a FAKE Christmas tree this year, and by God, we're only having HALF a Christmas since it isn't real and it ISN'T EVEN HERE YET!!! Oh my good Lord. Calling Santa only goes so far. If your child is like mine, they will eventually want to talk to him, themselves so that they may explain THEIR side of the story.

Anyway, I am enjoying the season. I am generally keeping a smile on my face and feeling the whole good cheer thing. So Merry Early Christmas to you all. Get in the spirit already. Feel it, enjoy it. You never know...