*jingle*jingle*

Four days. Almost at an end.

I'm sitting in my freshly x-mas'd living room watching the last disc of Buffy S4. I think this is my fav season, with the budding Willow & Tara luv and the Riley Finn muscles. I started off by pulling "Pangs" and haven't bothered to stop my progress.

It seems like the weekend has flown by, and I'm staring down the clock for yet another business trip to D.C. - I'm making my list and checking it twice. I have an awesome opportunity to gain some ground for my career and in this economy, I'll take all the ops I can get.

Thanksgiving was relaxing. Jeff and I enjoyed the spaghetti; even though I used buffalo with the Italian Sausage. yum yum!

The decorating helped get rid of some of the scroogisms I was spouting in my previous post. Putting out all the pictures of the kids and hanging their childlike artistic ornaments cheered me in a fabulous way. Even my teeny little silver tinsel tree looks smashing!

I'm outta here, "Yoko Factor" is on!

What do you have on your Santa list?

I hate the holidays

After almost 10 years of miserable stress and whining - I've finally given up any interest in the holiday season.







For the most part, I simply just realize that getting excited over nothing is downright stupid.

1. I'm not spiritually invested in "Christmas"
2. I'm not five, there won't be a pile of presents under any tree
3. My kids are teen agers and haven't been with me for the holidays for years
4. My house is tiny so a tree would be insanity (let's not forget I have FIVE cats)
5. Decorating for just me and Jeff is a waste of time
6. Money is even tighter than it always is, thanks to the economy
7. The only white-bearded man in my house is NO jolly freaking elf
   

I'm alive and I have a job. Those are my high points of focus these days.

The only thing I want this year is to have enough dough to fly my youngest son out for two weeks. I hope Santa helps me out, I've been pretty damned good - considering the circumstances.

Random Update

First - for those of you that think I'm heartless about my sister and nephew - I totally found a "PC" way to explain things about the past.... and he's happy to have a clear answer. We've been emailing back and forth and have a lot in common. He sounds like a good kid.... I actually think he might have been better off for the life he's lived.

Silver linings happen when least expected, everything happening with my nephew renewed my interest in plotting my family tree - and I hit the jackpot on the Metis side of my mom's heritage. When I contacted my tribe about registering my two sons, luck touched me and the email I sent was received by (what turned out to be) a distant cousin of mine. She sent my family geneology chart that has been tracked back to the 1600's.

This weekend was Jeff's 42nd birthday - and it was nice and mellow. We lit the fireplace for the first time over the weekend and I did a lot of cooking and baking. The cake was amazing :) His gift this year: A vintage Amber Vistalite drum kit.

I have tons to do at work today. Later, taters.

PS: I think Grey's Anatomy "Jumped the Shark" with Izzy's storyline... how hokey, a Denny-ghost???????

Frikkin Crazy-A** Family

My sister's long lost (abandoned) 25 year old first son has finally made contact with me.

Thanks to the ultra lackluster response my nephew recieved from my drunken hag of a sister - he has turned to me for answers.

Now, those of you that know me are aware of how honest and blunt I can be. I'm not a fan of ass kissing or beating around the bush.

There is no NICE way to say "Your dad was an abusive hillbilly bootlegger and your mom took your sister and left you there so she wouldn't be killed."

Obviously, the life situation for my sister has degraded - we had a rough go of a childhood and she's never sought any treatment. Last time I spoke with her was on her 40th birthday. She drunk dialed me and I told her to go to therapy. Maybe she's consumed by guilt?

Let me be clear - my sense of charity for Terri started waning when she left her son - but when she cut off communication with my disabled mother, kicked her kids out to live with their fathers (she has four kids by three different men) and took off with some guy she'd met six week earlier - I called it quits. I've got lots of reasons to harbor serious disdain.

I'm waiting for her to call me and tell me what an ass I am for being honest about what she told our family 25 years ago when she left North Carolina.

Just in time for the holidays.

Woo.

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