It’s the day after Christmas, and all through the house…it’s just me a the kitties laying about.
My husband had to be back to work today, but I still get the day off. Which means I have a whole day to myself, and I’m super excited about it. It’s not often I get so much alone time.
It doesn’t matter how many firsts we will be experiencing this year as husband and wife, Christmas really isn’t feeling very special this year. Then again, it really hasn’t felt very special since I was 13, and I began realizing that all the man-made traditions were just a ploy to get people to buy things for each other so stores could make it into the black by the end of the year. Read more
My church put on a Ladies Candlelight Tea recently for the women of the congregation to enjoy. Which I though was a really nice idea, but all the same I decided not to attend because of keeping our spending down in anticipation for Christmas and tax season. Friends asked me if I would go and I felt welcomed and warm at the thought that other women in church actually wanted me around, which is something I hadn’t experienced at this church for the past 6 years I’ve attended. Read more
I don’t know that anyone wants to be obsessed with food. Not really anyway. I think about my dad who at 52 had to suddenly think about what he put in his mouth because of his Celiac diagnosis. Read more
It was 3:15 am when I felt it. I opened my eyes to two sets staring back at me. Both cats were laying on my stomach and as I groggily pondered why they decided to get along long enough to both lay on my stomach and not kill each other, the wind outside howled loudly and I knew. Read more
“We had to send him home.”
“He came in with pink eye.”
While I don’t hate Christmas as much as I did when I was in retail, I still find myself feeling pretty bitter about the paradox between “goodwill to men” and commercialism. A few years ago I made the commitment to either buy local and small, or purchase items that gave back to a charity. This year, I hardly had the ambition to do either. Read more
It came up at Thanksgiving while the family was together in Chicago. My mother told me I should stop speaking so poorly of myself, because it worsens my perspective on life and she thinks I’m such a good and sweet girl. Read more