and all I got was this lousy guest entry
Y’all, I was in the car for 12 hours yesterday. Creeping across the Southeast in the rain, ice, sleet and snow, just like the US Postal Service, except I’m fairly certain no postman, even on his longest route would ever dream of putting on a performance such I did in the driver’s seat.
I am a car-dancer. I admit it. Hell, I’m a car-Diana-Ross. I sing and sing and sing and flail around like a drag queen, imagining myself alternately as Gwen Stefani, Whitney Houston, Maria Callas, Marvin Gaye and all the members of the B-52s and REM, combined. (I seriously do a mean Tina Turner circa the Ike years also, but that is a story for a different day.) Twelve hours down I-20 yesterday, from Birmingham to Dallas, with more than 200 cds in the car…well…people, it was a rolling sideshow.
success and turkey
Reason #903 to keep a journal:
You nice people sent me cards and presents and made me feel less alone this holiday. Thanks for that.
One of the best gifts we got this year was from Eric’s mom: a digital camera attachment for the Visor Handspring. You just hold up your Handspring and shoot. So, since everyone was so helpful in telling us how to make Christmas dinner, we took some pictures of the progress.
well, except for a couple
Reason #759 to keep a journal:
You never know when you’re going to stick in someone’s head.
Yesterday morning I got an email from Athena. She wanted to know if I was serious about looking for a Playstation 2. Turns out she had been on a couple of waiting lists and just yesterday morning another one had come in for her. She’s already bought one. She called a couple of friends, but they didn’t need one anymore. She said if I wanted it, she’d go and pick it up, meet me halfway between my house and hers in San Diego, and deliver a Playstation 2 in time for Christmas.
How cool is that, I ask you?
a world of cooks in my kitchen
So, this is interesting. I have found out that if you look pathetic and lonely you get all sorts of cooking advice. Keep that in mind for the future, people. It’s quite handy.
I have seen the panic in people’s eyes when I say, “Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve never cooked a turkey before.”
This morning I found over thirteen different recipes for deviled eggs, stuffing and turkey in my inbox. This has filled me with such happiness. You don’t even know. It’s like having moms all around the world talking me through this Christmas dinner.
But it was yesterday at the Ralph’s that I learned just how nice people can be around the holiday. We were standing in line at the check-out counter– Oh, and before I forget– California: Your shopping carts are smaller than the ones we have in Texas. I look like a cow with an overflowing cart before I even get to the meat aisle. We had run out of space just buying bread and kitty litter. Get larger carts. Anyway, we were at the check-out counter when the woman behind me said, “Your turkey is leaking.”
hope it’s not too late
I almost didn’t write to you this year. It’s not that I’ve been particularly naughty or anything, it’s just that I wasn’t feeling particularly Christmas-y this year.
You see, every year in my entire life I’ve spent Christmas Day with my family. And this year, I can’t do that. They are very very far away. The other day was my sister’s birthday. I couldn’t see her and hug her and tell her how much I love her.
This, Santa, has made me very sad. And I’m trying to pretend that it’s not Christmas, but I really can’t do that anymore.
excuses and cars
I’ll give all of the excuses first. They’re good ones.
I’ve missed like, two weeks now of real entries. I know. I’m sorry. I just… first of all, it kinda feels like I’m on Christmas vacation. It’s colder out, and I’m watching bad videos while I write Christmas Cards or online shop, and I spend all day thinking about things I’ll be doing later, after the holidays. It feels like a break because I’m up until two in the morning playing Bargain Hunter with Eric, or taking Ray to the airport at the crack of dawn, or hearing about parties and plans and so, I don’t know, I just sort of forget where the time has gone.
not too late
I don’t think it’s too late to do this. In fact, it’s what I’ve been thinking about for the past few days.
I’m thankful that I got to go home this past weekend. I’m thankful that not only I got to spend time with my family, I also got to spend time with friends. I love the sound of a house filled with laughter. I saw my sister more than I can remember doing in a long time. I’m very thankful for that. People were smiling. The food was good. I stayed up way too late and talked all night. Everyone got along and I had a great time. I’m thankful that even though I won’t be able to go home for Christmas this year, I got to spend time with my family and have it be holiday-filled.
I wanted to make a special thank you to everyone who sent their holiday tidings this year. In addition to the many holiday cards that are taped to my living room wall, we received several presents in the mail. Your thank you card is on it’s way, but this is a little bit faster.
the happy headache
We opened mad presents yesterday, yo.
I’m typing this wearing my new Melty t-shirt that Eric bought for me. It’s so happy and pretty and I love it so. I keep going back to this site to check out my new gift (which will be here in six to eight weeks). Eric really spoiled me this year.
And so did all of you. If you’re interested in checking out my haul, see here. It’s linkerific.
things that go poot in the night
I don’t know when I’ll be able to update tomorrow, or if. I’ll be on the road for most of the morning, and then, you know, family and stuff. I’ll see what I can do.
Last night Cal was making an insane amount of noise running around and yelling and terrorizing Taylor. I got up to stop him and he bit my hand. I was mad and got back into bed and told Eric to handle his cat. In the dark I heard Eric get up and walk over to Cal. Then I heard “PffffFFFIIIIIEEEEEEEEIIIEIEIEEEE!”