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Merry Christmas Eve!

Yet again, I have been ever-so-absent on my blog.  I’m heading to Beaumont today for the holidays and, since my parents finally have high-speed internet, I may actually try and blog from there.  We aren’t having Christmas until Friday since my brothers have to do their family things first.  So I should have some downtime.

Until then, if anyone actually still reads this, I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and enjoy time spent with your loved ones.

Not the week off I had planned.

Duckie and I made it to Beaumont around 6pm on Saturday.  We had our family Christmas Sunday afternoon, once my middle brother, Red Baron, and his family came over.  They had to do their family thing that morning, and the sis-in-law’s family after that.  It was a nice day though. 

I hadn’t seen the little Red Barons in awhile. They are growing up so fast.  Little Miss Red Baron is a mess.  That girl is going to be a handful when she gets older.  Well, she already is actually.  And her brother, the boy genius, is getting much better socially, so that’s a good thing.

My mom got my dad a badass GPS.  They are technology-challenged, so it’s good to see them embracing something new.  Red Baron is a tech gadget freak, so he helped her pick it out.  Dad was funny playing with it, walking around the house and stuff.

Dad ended up driving me back to Dallas on Wednesday so he could, hopefully, fix my car.   On the ride up, we got to really give the GPS a run for the money.  And now, I WANT ONE!!!  They are so damn cool.  As much as I get lost and turned around, it’s definitely being added to my list of things to buy….along with a ton of other stuff that is, unfortunately, all high dollar.  I guess I should start playing the lottery or selling my eggs or something.

We got to my house around 4pm Wednesday afternoon and Dad was able to resolve the oil leak problem pretty quickly.  I took him to the Stars game last night and we drove my car to see how it was running after the minor repairs he had done.  It didn’t take long to realize that the transmission woes were still present. 

So today, he drove it all over town checking things out and trying to decide what our next move was.  We talked about him leaving the other car here and him flying back home so I could try and sell my car and not be without transportation while he looks for something else for me to buy.  But there is a lady foaming at the mouth for him to get home because she supposedly wants to buy the car he drove up here. 

He ended up finding another reason for my tranmission problem and went up to the Mazda dealer to talk to them about the part.  Of course, it has to be special ordered.  Ugh.  But being the McGyver (sp?) that he is, he found a temporary way to replace it.  It’s running good now, but for how long?  I think the plan is that he is going to get up early tomorrow (today…whatever) and head home.  And I still need to start thinking about selling my car and upgrading to something a little newer and (fingers crossed) more reliable.

I’ve tried not to be bitchy about the whole situation.  It just pisses me off that I took a much-needed week off of work so I’d have time to go visit the family and come back home and have the rest of the week to relax, unwind, and recover before heading back to work next week.   And instead, I’ve spent that time stressed out, not being able to go anywhere, and not getting to do any of the stuff I had planned.  I love my dad dearly for coming up here and helping me out.  Not to mention saving me a buttload of money.  I don’t begrudge him being here.  It’s just the timing of it all. 

I’m going to the NYE Stars game tomorrow night (green hair night for me and my friends…YIPPEE!) and hosting an impromptu party at my house afterwards.  So that leaves me with Sunday afternoon (after people get up and go home) and Monday to have some peace and quiet. 

Man.  I am just a whiney little bitch lately.  It must be close to that time of the month.  Which reminds me, I still need to fax all those damn forms to the new doctor so I can schedule an appointment. 

Merry Christmas, y’all.

Birthday was good.  Week was crazy, as expected.  And I feel like a stranger on my own blog.  I meant to atleast do an entry after my bday shindig.  Given the amount of alcohol consumed, that could’ve been entertaining.  Oh well. 

‘m heading to the parents’ tomorrow morning.  Probably won’t be online from there much either.  Unless I go to my brother’s and use his DSL.  My parents just have dialup and it is too painful to use.  It’s not even standard dialup speed.  It’s like 26k or something.  And it suuuuuucks.

I’ll have to play catchup (both posting and reading) when I get back.

Hope everyone has a very merry Christmas!

Oh Christmas Tree!

I have a small 3-foot fiber optic tree that my mom found for me a few years ago.  While I was in my apartment, with just me there, it was just the right size.  But now I have my own house and reeeeally wanted to get a big tree to go with it.  I didn’t want the hassle, mess, and worry that comes with a real tree, so I headed out yesterday afternoon and went shopping for a fake one.

After looking at several dozen at various stores, I finally found one I liked at Target.  And of course, it had to be much more expensive than the plain jane cheap one I could’ve gotten.  But it already has lights.  And it is just 3 pieces that fit together.  And the limbs fold out for easy display and in for easy storage.  And it was just pretty.

Oh yeah, and it is TALL.  And lean.  Just like I like my men.  Unfortunately, I haven’t had any of those around lately.

But that’s not going to stop me from getting into the swing of things.  I LOVE Christmas and I LOVE December (except for the damn cold, that is) and I WANT DECORATIONS!!!  So I got the tree up and decorated last night.  It’s covered in, mostly, my Dr. Seuss and Sesame Street ornaments.  Plus a few random ones here and there.

And I carted all the stored boxes of decorations out of the garage and went to town in my living room.  I wish I had lights on my house, too, but I’m not quite ready to tackle that project on my own.

Here’s to the last month of 2005!

I love December.  Not just because my birthday is coming up.  In fact, birthdays after 30 don’t sound too exciting.  I think I’ll just stay 30 from here on in.  But I like the upcoming holidays.  The decorations.  The pretty lights popping up on the houses up and down my street.  The time off from work.  The trip to Beaumont to spend time with my family.  I even enjoy the Christmas shopping.  Although, I usually end up doing as much of mine online as I can get away with. 

You have to go out to the malls and/or shopping centers.  You just have to.  It’s like a rite of passage.  All the excitement in the air.  You can just feel it.  It’s electrifying!  People scurrying about, overloaded with shopping bags.  Some look ready to pull every hair on their head out.  Others seem to almost skip their way through the stores, in perfect timing with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra playing in the background.  Even if I’m just window shopping, it’s always fun to go wander the stores and see what new-fangled trinket people are fawning over.

I remember, when I was a kid, the Cabbage Patch dolls were all the rage.  Parents were lining up at Toys R Us at the crack of dawn for a chance to get their grubby paws on one for their demanding child who just wouldn’t understand why Santa didn’t bring them the doll of their dreams.  People were actually fighting over these dolls.  It was insane.

I never got a Cabbage Patch doll.  Honestly, I don’t remember ever wanting one.  My mom might remember it differently.  But what I did get, every year, without fail, was something I would never trade for all the <insert most wanted gadget here> in the world.  And I’m not just talking about Mom’s jailhouse rolls either. 

I got to tiptoe into the living room with my brothers, before our parents were awake (or so we thought) to discover what Santa had left for us.    

I got to see my parents smiling as they watched us rip open our presents.  And to, later, see my brothers smiling as their children opened their gifts. 

I got to see my neices and nephews go from their parents helping them read the nametags on the gifts, so they could deliver them to each person, to them reading them for themselves.

I got to see my dad, year after year, break out that electric carving knife (that thing has to be older than I am!) and go to work on the turkey or ham. 

I got to melt the butter to brush on top of Mom’s rolls before hiding them away, under the most mismatched kitchen towels you can imagine, so they could rise before putting them in the oven. 

I got to sit around the dinner table with my family, all of us so full we could barely move, only to hear Mom ask who was ready for dessert.

And I got so much more that I could never put it all into words.

So for all you Scrooges out there, put a stocking in it. 

And HAPPY HOLIDAYS!