Once Again

I am just so blah. Not as in blah blah blah, won’t shut up, but just as in blah, I don’t care, la la la. What is my problem?

I blame it on winter. Cold weather. Lack of travel in my diet. The fact that I have to work to support my yarn habit. I need a yarn daddy. Seriously. Any takers?

On another note, I am still slaving away at the stupid sleeve. I will finish this bitch. Yes, I will. And I will have a sweater. And I will love it and wear it as long as the weather permits. And speaking of weather, why is it so cold?

And don’t give me that bullshit about, it’s winter, it’s supposed to be cold. Nope, no way, nu-uh.

When I was growing up, we lived in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. Guess what? Cold in Saudi Arabia is 89 degrees Farenheit during the day. 85 degrees Farenheit at night. Or something like that. Christmas day? We spent it frolicking and swimming at the beach. You read that right. Christmas. Day. At. The. Beach. It was great! We snorkeled, played in the water, played volleyball, listened to the radio, ate lots of food and had a great time. It was a tradition, people. We weren’t inundated with stupid commercials about buying crap for Christmas. There were no messages of SPEND SPEND SPEND! The spending we were doing was spending time with family and friends. Loved ones. I liked that. Sure, we bought each other gifts, but they were usually small things. My parents generally gave my sister and I things we needed for Christmas, not necessarily what we wanted. This wasn’t a bad thing. Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes what we needed coincided with what we wanted. Like softball gear for me. Ballet items for Naomi. Things like that. Anyway, the emphasis was on spending time with one another.

I think I’m a little sad this year because I’m not spending Christmas with my family. We’re all in different places, or boycotting a certain parent and so this year it’s not all about family. That kinda sucks.

I won’t be spending Christmas alone, so at least that is a plus. Scott and I are probably going to do something together. I wish we could go trail running since we haven’t gone in forever, but I think it’s supposed to rain Saturday. I wonder if Ruffner Mountain will be open on Christmas Day. We’ll see.

Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that when we went to see Rhea dance Saturday night, my sister made her top. It looked bad ass. Rhea’s routine kicked ass and I sure did like her outfit. Happy, Naomi?

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