Apparantly, I can find Meaning in "the holidays" by going in a Hallmark store and keep with or start a Tradition. Great, another thing to feel guilty about: not getting my daughter her first ornament.
16 December 2009
06 December 2009
A Christmas Song
I just saw A Christmas Carol with my husband and five children. It was a great movie, and the children were reasonably well behaved. After we were robbed out of 33 dollars for the tickets (and I had one free pass) we of course didn't get snacks or drinks. I had cookies and water in my bag anyway.
I love A Christmas Carol. It's probably my favorite Dickens' book, and one of my favorite themes in Xmas tv shows. I started out the movie by laughing several times at Scrooge, and his...scroogieness of taking the coins off Marley's eyes, and shushing the carolers. That was especially funny to me, since I unwillingly listen to Xmas music at work. But, his diatribe against Christmas to his nephew didn't make me laugh, but think and quietly agree. A time for "paying bills without money" and "finding yourself a year older" but not a bit richer. Those things I soberly agree with, and struggle with every year of my adult life. I always am/seem poorer at Christmas.
Christmas in a Childproof bottle
I just checked the label on the bottle of pills I have to order from Canada because I don't have health insurance, and it doesn't say anything at all about guaranteeing my Xmas spirit. I have hardly ever had any, you know.
I used to think that Christmas would be my defining moment, when I would receive the life-changing gift that would make me prettier, smarter, but most of all: popular, or at least more well liked. But, of course, there is no such gift, and every year after the opening of presents, I would feel deflated and depressed. It also didn't help that I was the only child and was watched strenuously (in that peculiar way that parents of only children do) to gage my reaction and, I feel, to validate my parents and their life choices. Whew! Being an only child is hard! But that's another blog................
One of my best Christmas's was my little brother's first Christmas. I was so glad to have him there, in the floor with me by the tree. His very presence gave me a purpose (in helping him open his presents) and a long awaited feeling of normalcy.
I hope this Xmas, the first one with my long awaited daughter, will also be good. If I could take a pill to make it so, I would.
I used to think that Christmas would be my defining moment, when I would receive the life-changing gift that would make me prettier, smarter, but most of all: popular, or at least more well liked. But, of course, there is no such gift, and every year after the opening of presents, I would feel deflated and depressed. It also didn't help that I was the only child and was watched strenuously (in that peculiar way that parents of only children do) to gage my reaction and, I feel, to validate my parents and their life choices. Whew! Being an only child is hard! But that's another blog................
One of my best Christmas's was my little brother's first Christmas. I was so glad to have him there, in the floor with me by the tree. His very presence gave me a purpose (in helping him open his presents) and a long awaited feeling of normalcy.
I hope this Xmas, the first one with my long awaited daughter, will also be good. If I could take a pill to make it so, I would.
04 December 2009
On Man
What is the opposite of misogynist?
Because that's what I am.
It's wrong to hit women, it's okay to hit men
(when they've cheated)
Male OB-gyn's should be castrated
Female urologist? Get over it.
I don't have sour grapes
There are just way too many
Balls here.
Because that's what I am.
It's wrong to hit women, it's okay to hit men
(when they've cheated)
Male OB-gyn's should be castrated
Female urologist? Get over it.
I don't have sour grapes
There are just way too many
Balls here.
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